*Hello everyone. Warper95 here... I don't even know where to begin;;;

First off, I'd like to say I'm really sorry for the lack of uploads this past... months... I really have no excuse for this, unless you can call 'not in the mood to write' an excuse. And it's not fair to you guys because I already have the story planned out in my head, so I don't really need extra time to sort out plot points, weave the story onwards, etc. I'm really thankful for those who still kept reading my stuff.

Also... Some more news that will make you guys hate me;;;

First off, I'm entering in a short story competition soon, (I'm' not going to provide any details not upload the story anywhere here.) so I will focused on that for a while. Furthermore, I have assignments! (Yes, I'm in college, slaving away uselessly as I wait until I graduate and become a hobo.) I don't know if I should be lucky or not, but the papers I'm taking thankfully has no examinations - at the cost of a buttload of assignments to work on. So I'll still be quite busy for a long, long while.

HOWEVER! (here's the good part.)

I am far from done. I'm gonna finish this thing one way or another. This will never be left unfinished. I don't care how long it takes lol.

I'm just wondering what I would do after all this... Maybe do short stuff... Why the hell did I chose something so long as my 'first' fanfiction... (around chapter 20 I realized I would have to either focus my brains out on completing this 'not-even-proof-read-crap-story', or I cut out some of the filler. I chose the latter, and I'm quite happy with my decision. I just need to create a balance of character developments and stuff though. I know I did those so horribly, and wish I could re-write previous chapters so bad -_-;;)

Anyway, hope u enjoy what short chapter that is uploaded so far.

Chapter 28

A few months had passed since the high elf had stayed in the imperial's house. He had finished reading all of his books, and had somewhat become accustomed to this new, simple and primitive life. He could discuss philosophy with his new friend, whom he still did not know the name of-yet it did not matter. There were times when the elf missed his family, but he knew it was too late to find them. The punishment for desertion extended to his family. He knew that only too well.

One day, the elf waited for the imperial to return from his normal hunting trip. He was eager to discuss more of the philosophy of Vivec with his friend, but his eyes widened at the sight of him stumbling towards the hut, with a mountain of arrows in his back.

"By the divines! What-"

"No time to explain! They're onto us!"

"Who?"

"Thalmor! Now move down to the basement!"

The imperial urged him down the hatch, as the elf watched his friend cough blood with terrified eyes.

Once the elf was in the hatch, the imperial slammed it shut, locking the trapdoor.

"What about you?" The elf asked. But he knew the answer already.

The imperial said nothing for a moment, taking in the world's beauty around him for the last time. The green forests, the singing of the birds, and the distance splash of the stream never seemed more peaceful to him that day.

"Listen." He began.

"What?"

"Listen… There's… Someone I'd like you to take care for me." He started.

"How many are there? Let me fight them! I can take them out, trust me! I'm not the same elf you met-"

"No!" The imperial snapped.

From a distance, the trees began shuffling, startling some of the animals in the woods. The birds stopped singing.

"There is a small village southwest of this hut. I know someone there. A woman, who is also a victim of this war, like you. Tell her-"

Blood spluttered further from the imperial's mouth. In the distance, faint footsteps could be heard.

"Tell her that Plavo sent you… She is weak. Weaker than you were when you first arrived here. And she may be frightened to see an elf so use caution-"

Plavo never finished, as the arrow found its mark straight into his lung.

And with the last of his strength, Plavo waved a spell around the trapdoor, hiding it from the five senses.

When the Thalmor arrived, they looked at the dead body of the imperial and laughed, but quickly fell angry that they could not find the deserter.

Underneath them, in the basement, the elf's teary eyes grew with flames of vengeance.

End of Chapter 28