(why do you hate america so much, if you want this conversation, PM me)

REVIVE

Sjoi studied the border of the dense forest of Valenwood. Those high and mighty elves won't know what hit them. "Move out!" he called.

I have a strange feeling. As if something is about to happen. 'We need to leave. Silvan, come.' I look at Falin, 'It was good to see you.' I pat Covan's head. 'Take care child.'

Falin watched them leave. Dereth came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "You have some strange friends," he said quietly.

Falin chuckled. "You have no idea."

Walking outside, Falin sat next to her son and looked up at the canopy with him. "What do you see?"

Covan pointed, "All the leaves are turned up."

"Mmm, they sure are. Feel how cool the breeze is? Rain must be coming soon."

He looked at her, curiosity lurking in his violet eyes. "How did you learn that?"

Smiling, Falin put her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. "You can learn a lot just by watching your suurounding. The Green may not always be willing to give up her part in the Story, but it's there if you look for it."

Later that night Falin lay snuggled close to Dereth, listening to the Green's late night song.

"What's wrong?" Dereth said quietly. Even in the dark Falin could see the concern in his eyes.

"Nothing's wrong."

"You've been out of it ever since that friend of yours left."

Falin sighed. "Something just feels . . . wrong. It's probably nothing though, don't worry about it."

Dereth kissed her forehead. "It's hard not to worry."

Falin sighed. "Do you have patrol in the morning?"

"No, but there are some candidates me and the others are going to test."

"Then you should get some sleep."

Galie was busy cooking as Tholim sat on his chair, waiting for dinner. Then suddenly she dropped the cooking tool and started to scream in pain, Tholim ran as he heard the screams, "The ba-baby it's coming." 

"By Y'ffre! Come on, there is no time to waste!" Tholim said. Galie and Tholim ran onto there horse and to the physician. They made it there and physician came 

"No time to waste! Let's go!" said the physician. Other physicians laid Galie down on a table as Tholim placed his head on his forehead and sighed in disbelief I'm becoming a father, Y'ffre, I thank you. 

LATER

The baby had come out, the physican said he was able to come inside, Tholim fainted in disbelief. After he got up and gave Galie a long kiss on the lips he held the baby as they were both smiling in happiness.

"A name?" Galie asked

Tholim paused, "Hinnis." Galie gave Tholim a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hinnis it is." Galie said. 

(He fainted? Well, that is some dangerous disbelief.)

As I walked through the forest, Silvan saw something. 'There, a group of Nords! They're cutting trees! Heretics!'

I grunt as we walk to the Nords, 'What right do you have to harm innocent life?'

One Nord drew his ax, 'We don't care for you damned elves.'

Silvan growled, 'I'll kill you myself!'

They all laughed, 'What's with the little shit?'

I toss a couple of Thunderbolts as Silvan shot a few in the forehead. One of the Nords fell on his knees crawling away, breathing frantically.

'Don't hurt me please!' Silvan lowered his bow. The Nord suddenly laughed. 'Ha! Weaklings! You can't kill me even on my feet!'

Silvan shot arrows into both knees. He screamed as the knee caps split. I finish him off.

'We're under siege. I'm sure of it.' I mutter.

'Falin, gather some men, the Pact is coming.'

Falin blinked. 'The Pact? The Ebonheart? Dammit of all the time- I'll go get Dereth, he'll gather the rest of the Knights and send a message to the Green Lady and Silvenar.'

Covan touched her hand, "What's wrong?"

Falin sighed, "Your father and I have to go away for awhile . . . ." She kissed the top of his head. "Go gather your things, you'll be staying with your grandparents while we're away."

"No!" Covan threw his arms around her waist. "Don't go . . . " He whimpered.

She blinked. "What's gotten into you?"

"You don't come back." He choked between sobs," You never come back."

Tholim and Galie made there way to house, everything seemed so perfect. They both entered there home, everything was destroyed, all of Tholim's wood sculptures were gone, the only thing that was left normally was Tholim's bow. "The Inqusition." Tholim said "They will suffer Y'ffre's wrath. 

Falin stood there in stunned silence for a moment. "What do you mean?" She knelt and hugged Covan. "I always come back home, dear-heart. You know that."

Covan shook his head. "Every night you leave and never come back."

"Nightmares? Why didn't you tell one of us, we could have helped you . . ."

Covan shook his head and cried.

5 YEARS LATER

(forgot to mention hinnis is a boy)

 "Father, why are the Nords cutting down the trees?"

Tholim didn't respond. Hinnis tugged on his tunic. Tholim finally replied "They need space, now go to sleep." Tholim kissed him on the forehead, and Hinnis ran to his room.

"You can't keep it from him forever you know." Galie said.

"I know, I don't want him to know yet." Tholim replied.

"We can just move out, maybe somewhere, like Summerset, away from all of this. Somewhere, where we can be normal." Tholim didn't respond as he watched the Inquistion, dishonor Valenwood. 

NEXT DAY

"Any followers of the Green Pact, will be hunted and killed, all hail Talos!" said an Inqusiter

Tholim was at this rally, and was ready to attack, then he had an idea, make a freedom fighting force, to push the Nords out of Valenwood

Sauriil had used these five years to bring the Bosmer Barbarians together. Instead of killing those who defiled the Green Pact, they now hunted the Inquisition.

He watched as the Inquisition escorted an important political figure through Valenwood. Sauriil spoke to them in the language of the ancient Bosmer, 'Go, kill all of them.'

After all these years of living in the forests, keeping the Cannibals calm, he couldn't keep any of his things clean. His face was black with dirt and sweat. His robes tattered and with specks of dirt. Sauriil still had to continue this Rebellion, else Valenwood will be lost.

The Barbarians charged in tearing through the royal guard like an Akaviri Sword through melted butter. They grabbed whoever they were protecting. It was a Bishop of Talos, sent to pass the sentences of execution and torture to 'non-believers.' The Barbarians dragged him back to Sauriil.

'What should we do with this wretched dog?' They asked.

'Do what you wish.' Sleepless nights had left Sauriil with more conviction than he had the years before. He was willing to kill to merely send a message. It's for the greater good, he told himself.

(Remember, the Barbarians, and Sauriil when talking to the Barbarians, speak the ancient tongue of the Bosmer. It should sound similar to Proto-Celtic. Here is an example. Only the first one.)