Hey guys, so this chapter I am going to start in Taivohs' point-of-view then switch to Galectras in the end. I thought it would be interesting to see what is going on back at Silvermoon. Sorry if this one is really short, and without further ado enjoy and review.

I knew I had to do something, but all I did was stand aimlessly to the side watching my father and sister's rivalry unfold.

"I hope the assassins come for you in the night, I hate you" Galectra yells at my father just before walking away casting a type of fire spell to the greenery that beautifies Silvermoon. The guards start to her, drawing their swords, and slowly picking up pace as Galectra does. I stop in front of the first guard, holding my sword an equal height. Gorntin, one of the many members of our guild joining me to a different guard. We all know the drill, our credo, our honor to swear protection to one another. In a matter of minutes, all the blood elves in the guild are standing their ground against the guards.

"What is this non-sense?" Battalion leader Hafin questions.

The guard in front of me changes his position into an offensive stance, brandishing his sword in an exquisite manner.

"Guards, imprison these Rebels, so we can resume our priority" Hafin commands the warriors. With that the guards charge at us, yelling their battle cry. I duck, stepping left to avoid his opening attack with a counter to his head that he parries. I aim strait to his chest, which he barely dodges. He counters with a swift kick to my knees, following closely with a broad swing of his long sword. I stumble a little in a feeble attempt to not get hit, though in my clumsiness his sword nicks my side. I drop the sword and go into my assassin "mode" as some call it. A smoke bomb is grounded a few feet to my left, I leap into it, meeting the fall of a sword in front of me. Pounding sounds around me as bodies fall; no telling which side they are on. I activate my Hidden Blade from my bracers, the 8-inch blade making not a sound as it protrudes from my wrists. I crouch as the smoke begins to fade. The jingle of chainmail sounds behind me. I turn and leap in that direction, hitting something hard. I fall to the floor, the person beneath me. Without a glance I jam my blade into his skull. Just as the smoke clears I dive behind a building.

A hand covers my mouth, dragging me farther behind the building. I struggle under the grip as a strong voice whispers" stop struggling I am trying to save your life here". I stop, turning my head to see Gorntin's bold face in my vision.

"How is the battle going?" I ask him. He lowers his head then says " bad news or good news first? Oh well let's just state the worst first. More guards are coming and our small group of eighty elves isn't going to hold up against hundreds of guards. We are being forced to retreat into the woods, its too open in this area." he pauses, taking in my small nod of evaluation." Good news is that we have suffered less than minimum casualties, and we have given Ambassador Galectra plenty of time to get away. Our hopes are to lose the guards in the Eversong Woods." I give him a nod of appreciation" lets get going shall we?".

The citizens are scrambling to put out the fire as we fight our defense in central Silvermoon. We sprint to the slowly lowering gates, spotting our fellow rogues rushing through the gates. Gorntin pulls ahead of me,20meters away from the gates.

Something blunt then hits me from behind. I let out a grunt as I slip to the hard dirt. A guard stands over me, his sword aiming to my neck. I brace myself as the blade comes down, wow, killed by a guard... been running from these guys for who knows how long... sorry Galectra, good luck.

It never comes. I open my left eye to see the aura of a shield that the sword crashes into. The force, sending me flailing through the air into the tailor's roof.

I hit the floor roughly, my right arm letting out a sickening crack, as I succumb to the darkness. The last thing I see being a silhouette looming overhead.

I wonder how Taivohs is doing back at that prison. It sounded like a warzone as I left. I should go back, lend a helping hand.

After many controversies between the right side of my mind and the priority first side, the right side wins sending me around.

When I arrive to the city it literally is a warzone. Swords are clanking together, arrows whizzing around from all directions. Through the corner of my eye I see an oddly familiar figure laying on his back, as a guard's sword plummets to his neck.

"No" I yell raising a hand, stopping the blade but sending to the boy into what I believe to be the Tailor shop. a man charges to my left, but he isn't in the Guard's chainmail, but in classic peasant rags. That face, how can I forget that face, my father.

That was a lot shorter than chapter two, though it might be longer next week. Please R/R and hope you enjoyed. :)