Hi to all my readers out there. Well, I've had a major block as cold as ice for all my stories, although I am getting there with a few of them. This is one I've had for months, and it was going to be my reverse of a birthday present, from me to all of you on the second of Jan. I hope you all enjoy.

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Harry Potter watched, as if in slow motion, as Bellatrix Lestrange cast a spell. He watched as he ran forwards, pushing his godfather away, almost as if someone else was moving his body. He felt as the spell hit him, and the last thing he heard as he was sent through a curtain was Sirius shouting his name before pain consumed him. This pain had to be the parent of the Cruciatus! The pain was too much, and he lost consciousness. Waking up what felt like hours later, he found himself in some kind of clearing. He felt different, and a breeze flowed over his body... Looking down, his eyes widened, he had changed! Instead of a once small and pathetic body that would never grow tall or strong thanks to the Dursleys, he was now tall, slightly stronger than he remembered. Hearing running water, he stood up, finding it difficult to stand, and falling down as he reached the river, he saw a completely different person. Sure, he could see it was him, but how could it be him? He had never been tall, he actually damaged his body during Quidditch, and he had always been short. Now, though, he saw just how much he had changed, for the robes he had worn were torn apart showing a tall, just muscular body. From what he saw, he was taller than Ron, and a certain part was longer as well. His hair was still black, but it reached down to the ground, and it was either the weight or being wherever he was that made it straight. Hearing a yell, he turned and just managed to dodge a swipe from a sword held by... a lizard? What the...
"Your money or..." the lizard stopped before taking in his appearance.
"I have nothing, and if you continue to look at me like that, you shall lose your eyes" he stated, but then the lizard licked its lips. The next thing he knew, it pounced on him, using all of its strength to hold him down. This lizard, it was stronger than him by far! He watched as it leaned in and... licked his cheek!
"You are..." Harry, glad to have learnt something in his time with Snape, concentrated. As the lizard looked him in the eyes, Harry launched a mental probe, more commonly known as Legilimency. Now, he was being stupid, for while Legilimency is powerful, it was his first attempt. He had never used it before in any shape or form, and to practice, one first had to truly know Occlumency, mind defences, for only Occlumency could change the speed, strength and direction of his Legilimency probe. His attacker screamed as pain ran through his mind, and even as he looked down, he continued screaming as memories began to fill Harry's mind. The lizard got off and tried to back away as more private memories, his family, his friends, flashed in front of his eyes. Harry, though, was on the receiving end, and he slowly got the life and memories of the lizard, no, Argonian, as if he had lived them. He learnt how Argonians were raised, their language, and he saw why the Argonian was by himself. He had been found in bed with an older male Argonian, something that was not only frowned upon, it was just off being illegal in Black Marsh. The older one lied, saying how he, Teinaava, named after some previous Argonian known as a Shadowscale, had pounced on him. He had been banished, his own family refusing to even hear his side. He had found out that they had found out the truth, when the old Argonian was caught grabbing another male Argonian. The truth came out, and the old Argonian was killed. They had tried to get Teinaava back, but it didn't work out, he refused to go back to a group that had not even been interested in his side of the story. More and more memories revealed themselves to him until there was nothing else to learn, but something was wrong, he had pushed his power to hard and too fast for the Argonian; the Argonian's mind was gone. As he started to feel his consciousness slip, he realized that he had mentally killed a being just to save himself.

Weeks passed, and he slowly built up his body. Turns out he had not truly killed the Argonian, for the amount of power used not only took all of the Argonian's memories, but also took his essence, his soul, into Harry. He had been shocked when he awoke with Teinaava's voice in his mind, and after getting used to this fact, which took slightly over a week, they had discover something else, somehow, Teinaava's body listened to their commands, especially Teinaava's. And then they learnt that he, Harry, could enter the Argonian body. Because of that, they had become close, not that kind of close, but as close as brothers. People where he came from always said 'Walk a mile in another man's shoes, and you will understand his problems', well, they could literally do this, and they did. It took some time in order for them to get used to this, for one of them had not been that strong, and the other had a tail. There was also the age difference, Harry's fifteen to Teinaava's nineteen, and Harry would often have nightmares, so Teinaava held him close to calm him down. They knew everything about the other, every small detail, every secret; after all, it was impossible to hide secrets when you could both be in one body. Teinaava had been stunned that different worlds existed, but he had been upset. Magic ran freely in this world, anyone could learn it, but they both somehow knew that should the purebloods of Harry's world come along, they would do anything and everything in their power to make sure that all magical knowledge and items stayed with them. Because of his knowledge increase, he found his hands almost itching to unlock locked doors, and he found himself almost naturally looking and identifying shadows to sneak in. Teinaava slowly trained Harry in how to use a sword, but a sword was not suited for Harry, he could use one if he needed to, but he preferred two daggers he kept on him at all times. And then, when they robbed a mage, Harry learnt, if only just, how to not rip the essence out of another. He did, though, absorb a lot of magical knowledge, something he shared with his brother. They had had no choice but to kill the mage, but the good thing was that he had been travelling. He had gold, jewels, different clothes, armour; the treasure the mage had possessed was amazing, and a note spoke of more treasure in some Nordic ruin. While Teinaava had been all for it, Harry had been worried, for they had gone and found it not to be a ruin, but a tomb. That had stopped them, that and undead things that blocked their path. They had not run away, but they did quickly leave. It was as they left that they saw a wolf running from a hunter, and they, from what they heard, managed to understand that the hunter was only doing this because he could. Something in Harry snapped, and running out, he tackled the hunter down before he looked into the eyes. He went in and took every bit of information the man possessed, but then, somehow, made every bit of pain the man, an Imperial, had every felt return at ten times the normal strength, causing the hunter to scream before he went still, his mind destroyed, and nothing short of a divine miracle would bring it back. He looked at the wolf who seemed almost into the 'fight or flight' part of its nature, but he would not kill an animal that had almost been killed because the hunter thought that no one would care. Looking at his brother, they nodded, and he faced the wolf once more. Sending out a probe, he felt as his mind entered that of the wolf, taking everything that it meant to be a wolf into his mind, and then, just like before, he took it all. He watched as the wolf just collapsed as a different feel, a new mind, awoke. It felt threatened, fearful, yet he felt as if he was by pack, of all things. He chuckled before he allowed the wolf into his mind, embracing the wolf as he put the knowledge of the Argonian language and the common tongue into its mind, not that much, and only enough to be able to understand basic sentences, although the wolf could use their new link to sort of piggyback on their combined knowledge. A new member was a part of their team, their family, their pack.

Months passed as the three trained, and what amazed and, to a certain extent, amused them, was that Fang could use magic. It took some time, and runes appeared across his fur as he slowly understood how to use magic, and then they swapped bodies, to get used to the different ways of movement, for they might have the memories of how to move, but it didn't mean that they could move in the different bodies that well, although the memories helped. The one thing that didn't change, though, was Harry's nightmares, ever changing and growing. Because of that, his brothers kept as close as possible, offering what little comfort they could to the increasing number of horrors, and then they reached a place of ice and snow, Dawnstar, where the nightmares increased for some reason. It got to the point that Harry refused to sleep, doing everything in his power to not need to sleep. But apparently, Dawnstar was suffering from dreams and nightmares as well, and a priest of Mara was there to help with what little they could.
"You, priest" Teinaava said, and a man in yellow robes looked at them.
"Yes?"
"My brother, he suffers from terrible nightmares beyond your imagination"
"It can't be that bad"
"He has refused to sleep for three days. He has done everything he can just so he won't sleep, all but harming himself. If you think you can help him, come." Teinaava stood up from his chair and walked out, the priest following. As they walked along, they heard the sounds of magic, and a worried Argonian started running, stopping just in time to throw up a shield. Harry stood there, using his magic to practice, but his aim was off. Instead of hitting a target they set up, he was hardly hitting it at all "Brother, stop!" the fire slowly stopped, and Harry looked at them. Signs of fatigue were clearly seen on his face, and the priest's eyes widened.
"Brother, who's he?"
"He says that he can help us, help you"
"I doubt it. But if you can priest, go ahead and try"
"I know what is going on. See that building?" he indicated what looked like a fort.
"I am tired, not blind, priest. Get to the point" the priest seemed slightly angry with him, but calmed down.
"It is known as Nightcaller Temple, and inside it is a connection to the Daedric Prince Vaermina, Prince of Dreams and Nightmares. It is what has been causing such terrible dreams"
"Then let us go" Harry stated, Fang soon walking up to stand next to him.
"A wolf!" the priest made lightning surround his hand, but Harry got between them.
"Harm my brother, even accidentally, and you shall regret it with your life" he informed the priest before walking on. After a long walk, they reached the temple, but two floating ice snakes, Ice Wraiths, were in their path. He was not in a good mood, he was tired, he only had three hours of being awake and then he would just drop, and these things blocked his path! With an almost animalistic roar, he threw out streams of fire that caused both Wraiths to give out screeches before they exploded, leaving behind some teeth. Picking them up and putting them into a pocket, he walked into the temple.
"He's scary" the priest commented.
"He's just tired" Teinaava stated with a chuckle before walking in. The priest, Harry noted, seemed to know this place way to well for it to be a good thing, especially when he began to talk about some kind of potion needed to go across a barrier.
"You've been here before" he stated, and the priest sighed.
"I suppose it is no use lying to you. I was once a follower of Vaermina" they were told, and Harry seemed to almost vanish before holding the priest close to him, a dagger at the priest's throat.
"Why should we trust you, priest?" he asked, his voice almost coming out like a hiss.
"Please! I abandoned that path!"
"So you are not only a liar, but a traitor as well." he spun the elf around "Look into my eyes" as the priest looked into them, Harry easily went in, almost devouring the knowledge held within. It went deeper than that, fear, fear had made him leave his duties. Feeling as his brothers accessed the memories, they were both angry, for they thought of their group as a pack, and traitors had to die. He threw the priest against the barrier, and the three stood facing the priest. Harry made icy vapour surround his hands, Teinaava made fire surround his hands, and Fang opened his mouth, lightning visibly swirling around his mouth.
"No, please! I beg of you!"
"You do not abandon pack" Harry stated before all three shot out their spells, and the priest was consumed by their spells. He screamed and screamed until he was silent, and looking at the corpse, he glared at it before taking out a single key. They continued on, killing orcs and Vaermina followers who just didn't understand that they had slept for a long time. Teinaava drank a potion that made him vanish, and calmly walking to the barrier, he waited until the barrier was lowered. Entering more parts, they killed many more, and then they saw two of her worshippers that they both recognized, Veren and Thorek.
"Why are you here?" Veren demanded.
"I wish to ask your Lady for help about nightmares I have" both took out their weapons.
"For you, an outsider, to get near Her staff, you shall have to kill us"
'Kill them, they are no longer needed.' an almost childlike voice stated just before Thorek attacked. Fang shot a blast of lightning that caused the Nord to scream before collapsing, not that Fang stopped. Harry then felt as another mind connected to his own, not how he did it, but enough that he could tell that it was neither Fang nor Teinaava. This thing, whatever it was, made him take out his sword. What's going on?! 'They are weak, you are strong. Kill them, and I shall help you. Kill them, I, Vaermina, command you!' What?! A Deadric Prince was talking to him? But she is known as the Prince of Dreams and Nightmares... He ran forward and, in a single swing, cut off Veren's head. Veren's body dropped as his head rolled ever so slightly, and he walked forwards. He felt as the other presence, Vaermina, exited, and then the barrier lowered 'My staff is yours, mortal. Use it, and know that I guard you while you sleep' Walking to its resting place, he was about to take the staff when he lost consciousness. He really was tired, after all.

Waking up, he found himself on a bed of sheets. He felt a familiar warmth next to him, and he saw Fang buried just about as close as he could get into Harry. Then there was Teinaava also leaning close into Harry, using his chest as a pillow. Seeing their eyes open, he smiled at them.
"No nightmares?" his brother asked, and in response, Harry sent his memory of his dream to his pack who saw him walking in a library, their mind. Standing up, he looked around before getting breakfast ready for them, a slab of slightly cooked meat for Fang and cooked meat for himself and Teinaava. Seeing the staff, he passed a plate to Teinaava and then got up, fetching the staff before examining it. No one spoke as they ate their meal, and then they packed up their camp. Slowly, they began to travel, and not once was his sleep disturbed by nightmares.

Months passed, and they started getting bored, for while they could go out and kill different animals for meat, help the occasional traveller from bandits or even the odd request here and there, the Hold Capitals were off limits to them since they had a wolf, and all guards, once they saw Fang, got ready to attack. Even the smaller villages were the same, but they refused to leave him, for apparently a mage had seen his fur and decided that it was somehow magical, and therefore had to be used. No offense to their brother, but after the last group that tried to kill him for his fur, they were not taking any chances. All three of them cast runes, fire, ice and lightning every evening to protect each other, and besides the odd sound here and there, and the odd scream, they were never attacked at night, but during a trip into a cave, both for experience and to see what they would find, they found a brown gem that glowed with power. Fang just touched it and power flowed through their link, filling them up with a strange energy, but something caught their eyes; cracks in the earth that seemed to constantly move, not as if the earth was moving, more like a focus point. Reaching out, Harry felt as his own energy collided and slightly merged with the cracks, and for some reason, he pulled. Much to their shock, the earth moved at his touch, until Fang stopped touching the gem. Immediately, the power slowed down to a halt, and then Fang took it into his mouth. The power once more went through them, and he passed the gem to Harry who put it into a bag. Interesting development, this is.

Walking into Winterhold, they walked and saw the College, their destination, but once more, having a wolf did not help, even if said wolf walked next to them like, to his hatred, a pet. All they did was use a shield that protected against physical objects instead of magic, and they calmly walked along until they got to the entrance for the passageway that led to the College. There, a female stood.
"Welcome to the... Is that the wolf other mages have been searching for?" she asked, and Harry took out a dagger.
"Try anything, and I swear I'll gut you where you stand!" he stated, but she held her hands up.
"The College, while interested in the runes, would not hurt a pet of..." she stopped when Fang growled.
"Fang is no more a pet than you are. He is our brother, and try anything and we shall show you how we deal with threats to our pack" Teinaava stated, sword in hand. The Altmer simply nodded.
"We seem to have gotten off of our previous topic. Thank you for welcoming us, and we came here for information"
"You did not come to join the College?" she asked, surprise heard in her voice.
"No, we only seek information" he told her as they put their weapons away.
"Hmm, I'm afraid only College members may enter. Each of you, show me a spell" she looked at them, and in answer, Harry used both hands to make fire appear between them, Teinaava made ice appear between his hands and a rather impressive orb of lightning appeared a few seconds after Fang opened his mouth. Releasing their spells, they saw the shocked look of the elf before she shook her head.
"We taught him every spell he knows" Harry informed her, proud at this fact.
"Well then, welcome, my fellow mages" she walked away from them and they followed, only stopping three times so that she could light up some kind of beacon. Entering the College itself, she led them to a library, and ignoring the books, she walked until she stopped by a desk, an orc sitting on a chair behind it.
"Faralda, why are you here?"
"These three are seeking information." she answered before turning to them "This is Urag gro-Shub, our librarian. Any questions you have, he'll be able to answer, and if not, he'll be able to guide you to the answer"
"Yes, now, what is it you wish to know?" in answer, Harry pulled out the gem and put it onto the table. He watched as the librarian's eyes widened.
"You know what it is" Harry stated, and even Faralda stood to listen.
"This is a Gem of Power, one of an unknown number of gems that grants power to their user. The only book I know of that has the information is..." the librarian got up and walked to a bookcase, opened it, and soon came back with a book with a cover that showed the words Gems of Power, but underneath were some squiggly lines, like snakes, and before his very eyes, they rearranged themselves to form 'By: Emrys'
"Emrys..."
"Brother?"
"If Emrys is who I think he is... I need this book" the book was quickly pulled away from him.
"Absolutely not! This is the only one of its kind that can be found!" Harry sighed and closed his eyes, almost as if praying for patience before an idea came to him.
"Then how about I look through the book, and you can make sure I don't damage it?" the librarian thought about it for a few seconds before nodding and held out the book. Taking it, he opened it and saw half in the snake script and the other in the common tongue "What are the squiggles?"
"An unknown language. No one, to my knowledge, can read it" Harry started reading.
To the one who can read it all, welcome. My name is Merlin Emrys, and I do not come from your world. My world is not part of anything the Divines created, nor is it a part of what the Princes made. My world is different, for unlike your own, magic does not run freely, in fact, very few have it, and in my time, all who have magic, unless hired by a king, are hunted as if they are animals, and even if hired by a king, although in most cases, they survive. I came to this world in what is known as the First Era and helped Harald, the First King of Skyrim, but then I left. I am old, far older than any other mortal magic user, and so I decided to split my power. I have learnt many skills, each of them making me a very powerful mage.
I took different gems, and only when they are together shall they enter another person. Each one of them has different powers, but they each have one thing in common, they are slightly attracted to each other. They
are powerful, even when divided.
It went on like this for three whole pages, and then from there onwards, except for here and there, it was in the snake script. Writing pieces down in the script while ignoring the stunned sounds of the librarian, he continued until he was finished. He calmly closed the book, handed it back, and looked at his notes. Of course, many things had changed since the first era, so these directions would make little, if any, sense. But maybe, just maybe, they could help...

"Hey, you!" looking, he saw an Argonian in armour, and he walked to him.
"Yeah? What do you want?"
"Well, I couldn't help but to notice that should the nearby lighthouse go out, then it could lead to men such as us getting a good amount of loot. What do you think?" Harry smirked.
"I think it could be a very... profitable opportunity. If the light did go out, sight would be gone" Harry walked away, leaving behind a smirking Argonian.

It had taken him a few minutes, but he not only put out the lighthouse, he had also been sent to a ship to claim his pay, but as he got closer, he saw the first few signs of danger, the bodies of many of the Imperial Legion lying on deck. Being directed to two levels down, he walked until he entered a room of which had another Argonian.
"So you are the one my brother sent"
"Yes. Now, do I get my part of the loot now?"
"You get something, alright" and with that, she attacked. He blocked her swing and almost easily managed to disarm her.
"What's going on?!" he demanded, sword at her throat, and she paled.
"I... I was sent by Jaree-Ra! Please, I'll..." in a single swing, her throat was slit, and he felt anger flow through him. Seeing a letter, he bent down and took it before reading it
Sister,
Once you have picked up the packages send them on to me at Broken Oar Grotto. The Fool who did our work at the lighthouse should arrive shortly thereafter, make sure he is taken care of.
White hot fury flowed through him; he had a place to go.

He shot arrow after arrow, each hitting their mark in the heads of these Blackblood Marauders. He heard the Argonian walk around, and then he walked into the Argonian's room.
"First you murder my sister and then destroy my men. To Oblivion with your loot! This ends now!" the Argonian attacked, but Harry used his sword and defended himself against the poor attempt. Harry, using his anger at being tricked, easily knocked the sword out of the Argonian's hand, and holding his hand out, he moved as if to grip something and then pulled his hand towards himself, causing the earth to shoot out, grab the Argonian, and then sink him slightly into the wall. With another hand gesture, the Argonian was turned around.
"You lied to me; you made me think that I would finally be able to get some gold for my pack. You shall regret what you have done!" he walked forwards and ripped off the Argonian's armour before taking off his own; this would be fun...

He looked at the down and almost unseeing Argonian while his brothers stood there. Putting their armour back on, they made the earth grab the Argonian again.
"Now that was fun!" Teinaava stated with a smirk.
"Why did you come?"
"I feared you might try something, and I was right, although I must say, this was far better than I have ever had" Harry chuckled, remembering the first time they had met.
"Yeah well, it was my first." he calmly stated before looking around "It appears that I have found us a home, and a slave" he smirked as he looked at the Argonian. Serves him right.

Slowly they built up Broken Oar Grotto for themselves, using the coin they found to finance a nice life, not to weak, but not too expensive, and slowly, they built the cave to a much more home-like feel than any home either of them had ever been in while enjoying the nightly time with Jaree-Ra, who slowly got used to his new part in life, even entertaining Fang when he got needy. They took more and more jobs, eventually realizing that they needed more on their side, but they did not know what to do. They could add more to their group, but all would most probably betray them. Teinaava had thought about joining another to their bond, but the question was who? The bond literally bound them for eternity, unable to get out even if they died, although they were not so sure about the last, not that they would ever test it, and to bring another into their bond was like adding another to the pack, something that made Fang all but whine for another sibling, although that was the thing. Should they get another male or the first female? Teinaava was partial to males, but thought that maybe the added bonus of having a female in their group would help while Fang also wanted a female, preferably a wolf, for mating purposes. It was that time of year, and he spent almost every day with Jaree. Harry, though, did not really care, male, female, all he knew was that he wanted one to join them of a different race. They had an Argonian, Wolf and Imperial, and each could use the skills of the other, they could use the untamed ferocity of a Wolf, the disease immunity of an Argonian, and the destructive skills of an Imperial, so if they added more... They went hunting one day when they got their answers, female screams ran through the forest they were in catching their ears one morning when hunting for breakfast. Running towards the scream and begging for mercy, they stopped to sneak and watched as a young Altmer female used hand directions, combined with an almost see-through stone, to stop her enemy, a group of Bosmer, by sending them back by wind. She has a Gem! One of them came close and slapped her through the face, causing her to drop the Gem, and then forced a kiss onto her. A few more of them came and started ripping off her clothes, tossing the ruined clothing one side while taking off her jewellery with a care none would've thought from them, but as they were about to take off her pants, they acted. Harry ran forward, sending spell after spell with his left hand while having his sword ready in his right, and when close enough, he began to attack with his sword. Teinaava attacked using his sword while Fang used his magic, and they soon had killed the Bosmer, flashes of their lives running across their minds' eyes. That was when the Altmer had panicked, backing away from the two who easily killed others, but she was also in obvious pain. Walking over to her, they quickly stopped when fire surrounded her hand.
"I'll... I'll kill you! I swear!" she stated, but Harry sighed and closed his eyes. Opening his eyes, he took off his chest armour before taking off a shirt he wore underneath. He hadn't really thought of padding that day, as if something was guiding how he dressed. He passed the shirt to the Altmer who, looking down, blushed and quickly grabbed his shirt, trying not to blush even more as she saw Harry's muscled chest while also trying to ignore the smell from the shirt, after all, any shirt was better than no shirt.
"Now, my dear, why were they after you, besides satisfying their craving for female flesh?" he asked, ignoring the mutter from Teinaava.
"I... I was banished from my family after a slight disagreement. My father wanted me to marry into a high-standing family, but I wish to marry for love. When I saw the heir that my father chose, I was disgusted, for there are a few... Ahhh!" she clutched a hand to her side where they saw a lot of blood coming out, and quickly going to her, he moved the shirt and saw a stab mark "A Mark of Disgrace, something my brother gave me. I'll die in a few more days, only powerful healing can help me" she started to fade, and Harry looked at his brothers. He opened his mind up to them, something they had discovered that they could do one day.
'Should we?'
'It's up to you, brother'
'Want new sibling!'
'No, brother, we all have to agree. I will not accept her unless you agree'
Teinaava looked at the elf who, besides looking weaker, gave them confused looks.
'Yes, she'll do' he turned and faced her.
"I have a way to heal you, it is... different than any other way. I used to have eye problems, but not anymore, Teinaava here had, well... Anyway, Fang had a rather sore loose tooth. Do you agree?" she thought about it for a few seconds before answering.
"Y... Yes" he knelt down and looked closer at her face.
"Then look into my eyes. Release yourself from your troubles, embrace us" his eyes seemed to glow as she felt something enter her mind, and all of her memories, even some she had no idea she had, flashed before her eyes. She felt as something tugged on her, yet not, and then she felt nothing. Watching as her body collapsed, he felt as yet another mind joined his own while their magic reached out. Turns out that their magic completely healed anyone in the partnership, and they watched as her body healed while Harry sent information to her mind. A few minutes later, she opened her eyes, looked at them, and smiled.
"Brother"

Time passed, and she slowly got used to living life in a cave, and having a male willing to do anything for her was surprising, not that she did it. She had also been surprised when she heard what the Gem truly was, and then they started to learn. Although she could use the combined knowledge of her brothers, it didn't mean anything if she didn't have the skill to use it, something of which she learnt. With her people's natural skill in spells, her brothers found spell casting far easier to do while she felt her skill in the Destruction class of spells increase, and they helped her in learning how to fight with swords, daggers, bows and, in emergencies, improvised weapons. In their 'business', she was their face, and although it took her some time, she slowly got used to having someone converse with her in her mind. Because of her, they had been hired by Maven Black-Briar to take care of some unwanted people, a group that had slowly started taking over sales for mead, charging half what she did. Although the mead was weak and tasted awful, some people preferred cheap to her product, even if it was clearly the winner in taste. But then the product changed, and somehow, although it kept the same price, it tasted like heaven in a bottle, or so some Nords stated. Because of that, even the Nords, her own race, had turned to the mead, something which, she informed Jewel, she found very suspicious. And so, they went hunting, finding out that behind it all was a greedy female who, much to their surprise, was a Black-Briar! Turns out she was some long lost cousin of their client's, but said client did not care, although she wanted the recipe, a recipe of which had been made by a female Dunmer. Beaten every day, the Dark Elf had been thankful when she joined them as a sister, and her skills in Alchemy helped them, for combining different ingredients, very much like Potions, turned out to be fun, and while she really struggled with what it meant to be Pack for a month, she soon got used to it, gathering books to make a library. Whenever they went on a mission, they took any and all books that they found, eventually having multiple copies of some of the books. They acquired more and more knowledge, using the texts to locate the approximate locations of two of the stones, one being in the capital city of Eastmarch, Windhelm, and the Sea of Ghosts. While Windhelm was fine since anyone could enter, unless Fang was with them, the Sea of Ghosts was difficult, for the Gem could be anywhere in those waters. Hearing what had happened to Winterhold, they theorized that a Water Gem was in those waters somewhere, either that, or another one of the Gems that had enough power to cause the Seas to rise. Teinaava went and found a Gem in a place that had almost had him be skinned, the coffin of King Harald. Inside was a Gem, the Gem of Life, for it gave life to the unmoving, as proved when the body of the long dead king came to life, confused at why he was buried before seeing what he looked like. He looked very much like the Draugr from the tombs, possibly the cold helping his body keep from truly decaying. Teinaava had ran, and they had added a soon fully alive Nord king as part of their group who, once used to what life was like these days, trained his siblings. Because of him, they had a name for their group, Emrys, and Harry had been renamed Merlin, in honour of the long dead mage, unless he became a vampire... Using their skill from their Argonian sibling, they dived into the Sea of Ghosts and, after days of searching, found the largest Slaughterfish ever, its diameter larger than that of a giant standing. Two, possibly two and a child giants, could stand on top of each other, with them standing on another's head, and they would only just be able to reach the top. The fish was remarkably intelligent, far more than any animal, and unlike others, it almost seemed to judge them as they defended themselves, and when Harry went between it and Jewel who looked weird underwater, it stopped. It slowly swam to Merlin and showed him what he had thought of as a scale, only finding it to be the Gem! He had started to take it when he realized a problem, the Gem was an actual part of the Slaughterfish, and should he attempt to take it out, he would kill the creature who seemed almost resigned to its fate. A short discussion later had them have another family member who, strangely enough, had the same intelligence level as any of the main races, Men, Mer or Beast, and had many memories. One memory, though, showed something that shocked them, their brother, jokingly called Moby-Dick after a whale-centred story, was the familiar of Merlin Emrys. After getting over the shock, they had used their knowledge to locate another Gem, this one apparently somewhere in the White Gold Tower, apparently a now destroyed building. Hoping to get it, Harry, Teinaava, Jewel and Esmeralda, or Emerald, their Dunmer sibling, travelled to the border of Skyrim and Cyrodiil, but a trap was sprung, and they fell down, unconscious.