A/N: Well, to those 26 who spared some time to read the first chapter, I hope this one will be of interest to you. Excuse me for any future mistakes due to the fact that I am writing in a bed hospital with my pinkie.

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II

Names….lots of names tangled together in a web of red and blue. they are minor and major officers in both the armies of the bear and the wolf. Astrid was astonished beyond words….

To add insult to injury, the names of Ulfric stormcloak and general tillius were in the center of these webs. Just by then, the young assassin had just returned to the sanctuary with imperial blood gleaming on his blade. He was forced to explain his plan to get rid of those factions from his homeland, surprisingly enough, Astrid was convinced in a way; profit was all that mattered to her anyways, so if her little band of assassins started to take contracts on both sides. It ought to be a win-win situation.

Last mistake.

While the stormcloaks basically relied on brute for to victory, the empire took more of a tactical approach with eyes everywhere ( learned it from the Thalamor no doubt). It was only a matter of time until the imperial spies discovered the double edged blade of the brotherhood. The impermeable dark door proved to be useless against siege fire. The whole place was wiped out.

And again Aesir fled from the scene, Vengeance grew more and more in the young lad's heart. He never spare a second without digging his dagger between solitude or windhelm or plotting for the next assassination. Yet he was just a single man facing the wrath of two superpowers… he needed an army.

Bandits and mercenaries were his first choice, for distraction or pillaging their resources: mines collapsed, farms burned, merchants killed. It went all smooth and well but still he was starching the surface.

After three years of further constricting the resources, Valia daughter of Tolfdir met Aesir by accident once more in winterhold (she was one of his clients when the brotherhood still drew breath…saved her life from her maddened old father ironically). They greeted each other and talked about the past a bit. She offered him a shelter in her home, he didn't sleep though, plots spread like wildfire in his mind. A golden glow interrupted Aesir's thoughts, he saw her practicing her new altered spell…

Transmutation.

This single spell was the road to his victory … and also his ruin. My elven years on tamerial grew short…