A/N: So I am sending Salllzy updates first, as this was basically her idea first. So… Her prompt that I would like to get right. Anyway, hope you enjoy Heri and his slight bipolar.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Bethesda owns it and I make no profit.
Warnings: Deadra worship and angry big dragons intent on eating the world.
Title: Protection Always Has a Price, Dear Brother
Chapter Two: The Dragon and The Prince
When Heri stepped onto Nirn he took in a breath surprised by the sharp chill in the air. Skyrim for certain, no other land held the taste of winter in its air so sharply. He turned into a giant black falcon and took to the sky, he was behind the caravan carrying the elf he'd been summoned to. He flew in a circle around the capture sight, a glint catching his eye he swoops down and captured his amulet in his talons. Heri took the chain in his beak and flew after the caravan he spotted in the distance. He flew lower, and landed by the bosmer placing the amulet once again around his neck. He looked at the three in the cart.
The leader of the strange group, a soldier and a petty thief. He looked at the leader who watched him with strange knowing in his eyes. Then the driver swatted at him. Letting out a shree he slashed with his talons cutting through the armor like butter he took back to the skies, mostly dancing through the trees. Or flying ahead to wait in the branches. Heri felt amusement at how uneasy the Imperial soldiers were at his ominous presence. After all what mortal would welcome the sight of a huge black bird with blood red eyes?
"I know you waken little wood elf." Heri whispers watching the cart move below him from his branch. The elf stirs and looks up at him looking relived and curious then he is talking with the soldier. Heri takes to the air and lets out a shrill cry. It's not one of promise for anything good. Heri seeks the small town or fort ahead, he goes to it and lands on the inn roof looking at the execution square in disgust. His lover did not set forth an empire that allowed such atrocity.
"Fools." Heri hisses knowing only the one wearing his amulet would hear him in this form, and the little elf was too far to hear him. He watches the wagons roll in but stays on his perch and as his bird form. He did have horns after all. It would not be difficult to call him out as demora. He watched as the scene unfolded before him. It was disgusting. The man interrupting as the priest cut out Talos. Heri let out an shree of anger attracting the attention of all in the gathering. With his wings spread wide and his cry startling everyone. He flew down and landed on the floor, allowing his true form forward he sneered as several villagers and the priest screamed.
"You dare cut Talos from the Eight? He rose as I did, woman!" Heri hisses freezing the soldiers who try to attack him. He advances on the woman and wraps a hand around her throat lifting her from the ground he spread his wings.
"Why do you dare spout such blasphemy as to say Talos is not with the Eight?" Heri growls baring his fangs as his eyes glow with his rage. The gasp of the wood elf makes his snarl into a vicious grin. He waits and she explains the war. Heri's snarl falls into a confused frown. He sets the woman down. He begins to pace uneasily.
"What to do? They cannot forget you, but those blasted Thalmor have become much too much of a nuisance haven't they? I chose the hour of my return well. And this war? Rebellion for dishonoring the oh so mighty hero god, and bowing to some pretty mer on their high horses? The Empire truly has fallen low, hasn't it?" Heri says turning to look the bosmer in the eyes then vanishes into a whirl of red feathers, and he stands within his amulet watching as the execution goes on the elf next. Then Alduin attacks.
"By the Aedra and Deadra both! Flee you foolish elf!" Heri shouts and the elf tries but he's shouted to the ground. Heri slips out of his amulet and picks up the elf and runs into the tower avoiding the fire and shielding one of the rebels under his wing. He tends to his wood elf and wakes him from the minor injury of getting his head slammed into a rock. Heri looked at Ulfric and chuckled he stood after cutting the elf's binds. The nord did know him.
"You haven't interfered in mortal affairs in years." Ulfric states and Heri smiles sweetly.
"I haven't wanted to. After all you mortals do just fine tearing Nirn apart without divine or infernal intervention." Heri states sarcastically with a falsely sweet mask. Heri even batted his lashes at the unimpressed Jarl who rolls his eyes.
"Then why now, why me?" The elf asks. Heri looks over and down at the young elf and his demeanor gentles. He quickly cheeks the elf for injury then pulls away.
"You are just like Tiber. Always asking why. I could not ignore you. In fact if I had you might have wound up dead. You were knocked out by Alduin's roar. I will protect you however I can. Though that also means you will have to make a choice. One that can wait however." Heri states as a roar echoes into their hiding place. He vanishes back into the amulet. He can't stray from it long until the elf decides what he wished. Or at least how he wished to use Heri's gift. Heri watched as the elf chose the blond and followed him from the keep down into tunnels infested with spiders. The nord and elf seemed to get along well at least.
When they reached Riverwood, which Heri was not familiar with, it must have been a newer village, he grew bored. Heri dozed off uninterested in the idle mortal prattle currently content as his charge was safe. What could go wrong so soon anyway? The mer was sensible, Heri hopped.
A/N: So… Anyway… Read and review! :D