A/N: So a friend of mine Salllzy, gave me some prompts and I liked both so I'm going to write them. This one will be the one suggested of a deadric prince long forgotten who, when he had been mortal had been the lover to Tiber Septim. The next story will be on an exiled seafaring prince of the Isles. When I get to that I haven't the foggiest. Expect my normal upload schedule, which is to say pray I get SOMETHING up within the next year. Anyway, read and review, and no please no Rachel references; she is too bloody cheery for me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing thus make no profit.

Warnings: Dadra worship.

Title: Protection Always Has a Price, Dear Brother

Chapter One: A Deadric Prince Forgotten

'Heri Lord of protection help me!'

'Please My Lord!'

When the Deadric Prince of Protection heard a plead he jerked out of his half slumber. He walked down from his throne of carved obsidian to look into the mirror shaped like a pair of folded wings. Within the shimmering crystal feathers he saw Imperial troops ambush men, a few nords mostly, but there were a few imperials and redguards. A bosmer was caught in the cross fire. A necklace on a sliver chain hung around the slim throat, a pendant hanging low over the young elf's breast. Two ebony wings spread as if to cradle the ruby nestled between them.

The Amulet of Heri the artifact that had floated adrift in the mortal realm for about two eras now. Ever since he ascended to his throne as Deadric Prince of Protection the amulet had drifted on Nirn from one owner to the next. So few knew him, so few understood the power of the pretty trinket they possessed. This bosmer did. He clasped a hand around it looking about him in terror and dismay. Then the light within the bosmer caught the Prince's attention.

"Tiber? Could it be?" The Prince gasps leaning closer over his mirror, but his eyes had deceived him. The light was that of a dragon's soul, but not that of Tiber. The Prince pulled back sharply with a snarl his ruby eyes flashing in his anger, self-directed of course, that he'd disillusioned himself into daring believing that Tiber could have returned that his lover long lost to him would seek him out. He sighed letting it out in the breath he looked back to the mirror, one hand still gently tracing the edge. The bosmer had only been passing, Heri could see it as the elf wore no armor be it Imperial or that of the nord group. The bosmer had ducked away from a few Imperial officers and still clutching the amulet. Again Heri heard the plea. His power coursed through him as he felt his entire being been called to help this elf, this child. It seemed like this young one was worth his time, unlike the others. Heri sighed sensing he could not resist as each plea sent waves of protective anger and power through him. The elf was evidently worth his time.

"Gabriel!" Heri barks and a dark winged demora with skin of silver and eyes of blue fire strode forward to stand by his Prince. His black markings framed his face in fire, his white hair pulled back to show his ivory horns off, that curled back then curled up over his head.

"You are going to be left in charge. I have been evoked and unlike my brethren I can enter the realm of Nirn. Serve me well, I do not wish to return to my realm only to find my home destroyed by some fool playing at moving up in rank." Heri says voice sharp. The demora, Gabriel, nods his head bowing formally to his Lord he extends a wing as if to guide him to the silver arch standing to the side that lit with a purple glow as it sensed it's lord's intent to travel. Heri nods and looks back to his mirror.

"The elf there, I shall be protecting him. Should you need me or have news I need know send out Tal'kin, his wings are swift and his being loyal. However, take on the form of bird should you or any others enter Nirn." Heri instructs watching as the nord group leader signaled surrender. The bosmer was grabbed by the Imperials and knocked out all were bound and thrown into wagons. Heri sighed as he went and pulled on his black armor, looking like a wraith of shadow a cloak of midnight hid his wings of ebony. His circlet of office was placed upon the seat of his throne.

His long dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that flowed down his back. His dark grey skin marked him a dunmer. He had not been one in many ages. The red outlines of feathers that framed his angled face had marked him as deadra for many years more than his skin had marked him mortal. He took one last look about him and picked up two long swords of deadric material that were slender and sleek as if meant to be purely ebony blades. Thus the Deadric Prince of Protection strode from his halls of silver and onyx through a silver arch and into the mortal world for the first time since Talos' ascent.

A/N: So I present you the Deadric Prince Heri, Lord of Protection!