Author's Note:
Welcome to my first ever fanfic! I'd had the idea for my OC and the concept for her species in my head for years now, I just didn't know where to channel it. After recently getting back into True Blood/SVM and reading some incredible stories in the fandom, I felt that my OC might find a home here amongst all the other fantastical creatures within this universe (and with Godric...)
If you're looking for a pure TB fanfic with only characters from the show/books, you might be disappointed, though later on there will be much more focus on the vampire side of things.
You may see some inspiration taken from Melusine10's True Blood fics (if you don't know them, please go read them now!) I loved her Godric/Eric/maker-progeny headcanons so much it may have bled into some of my writing, so I wanted to give her a shout out. It's nothing so concrete as to require reading her stories first, but please do if you haven't already because they're god tier.
IMPORTANT: A trigger warning for the prologue, it depicts a battlefield/war scene that includes violence and gore.
Prologue
The cold wind tore at her hair as she stood frozen in the field, searching desperately for the emerald green banner in the crowd of fighting bodies. Smoke filled her lungs, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes stung from the blood dripping down her head. She'd lost her helm somewhere in the chaos.
"Arwe! To me!" a voice bellowed in the distance, its power cutting through the sounds of the battlefield. She spun towards it and barely managed to block the sword swinging at her head. She locked eyes with the crazed glare of her attacker and she snarled with fury.
She gathered her magic inside her and chiseled it to a sharp point. With all her strength, she Screamed into the man's face. The magic hurtled out of her mouth and pummeled into him with such power that he flew back, chest bursting open from the force of her attack. She continued in the direction of the voice without a backward glance.
Slipping and stumbling in the mud, she jumped over the bodies of the fallen and dodged and pushed back her enemies with bursts of magic until, finally, she caught sight of the green banner of her people through the smoke. It was tattered and speckled with blood, but still held aloft. The tall, fearsome man holding it was surrounded by his kin, all defending him fiercely with sword and spell. She could've wept at the sight, but there was no time.
"Ele!" she screamed, and the standard bearer spared her a glance before blocking an attack with a furious burst of magic. His face was relieved.
"Arwe, to me! Defend the standard!"
She Blinked over to him, knocking into a woman in enemy armor. Before Arwe could gather her wits, the woman's face twisted into a hateful sneer and she threw a pulse of magic directly into her face. Arwe screamed and reacted without thought, grabbing the woman's head and forcing white hot magic into her skull. She felt the bone crumble in her hands.
"Alright, sister?" a breathless voice asked to her right. She looked into her little brother's golden eyes. They were fierce and furious.
"Sen, behind you!"
He spun and gutted the man about to bring his sword down into his back, roaring into his face with rage. He shoved the body into the mud and turned back to her with a snarl still on his face, teeth red with blood.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing bellow tore through the battlefield. She saw her brother wince with pain and cover his ears, and she felt her own pop painfully. All she could hear was a high-pitched ringing.
Sen was yelling her name, but she couldn't hear. She felt blood running down her neck.
A shadow darkened the battlefield, and looking up she saw the massive scaled belly of a winged beast. The Arkes.
Sen's eyes were filled with panic. He raised his sword towards the banner with a rallying cry and she saw her kin from around the battlefield start fighting towards it with renewed ferocity.
Ele, still holding the standard, was shouting orders. Arwe couldn't hear and she fought the panic rising in her chest. She felt Sen grab her face roughly and look into her eyes. A piercing pain shot through her head and she screamed hoarsely, sound rushing back in. He'd healed her with all the gentleness of a pickaxe to the brain, but she could hear again.
"The Arkes is coming! Now, sister!" he screamed in her face.
Her kin had fought their way from every corner of the battlefield to aid their General, and now encircled him in a protective ring.
She could see the huge silhouette of the Arkes through the smoke. It was coming back their way, bellowing.
"May Orsa protect us," she whispered.
Temporarily protected from the enemy hoards by an outer ring of fighters, Arwe and the others closest to the standard raised their arms and shot streams of magic into the air. The streams connected and shimmered into a dome over their heads right as the beast was upon them. With a rumble so deep she felt it reverberate down her spine, the Arkes opened its maw and breathed a column of blue flame directly into them.
It hit their protective dome with such force that she gasped and locked her knees. Next to her, Sen was grunting with the effort of keeping his magic flowing into the forcefield.
After what felt like ages but was in fact merely moments, the Arkes ceased its assault and continued in its flight over the field.
The dome flickered out, their magic exhausted. Arwe swayed on her feet, feeling dizzy. Sen had grabbed her arm again and shook her.
"Get it together, sister!" he commanded before cutting through a spear that had been thrust towards him.
Arwe blocked a sword attack, using her momentum and the remainder of her energy reserves to whip her attacker with a rope of magic. It went through his neck and he gurgled wetly before dropping to the ground. She didn't look at him.
As she braced herself for another attack, something hard and heavy cracked her over the head. Pain exploded behind her eyes and she felt the world fall into slow motion.
She saw Ele, her General, roar with fury as he swung his sword into his enemies, sheets of blood raining down around him. She saw Sen, her baby brother, arching through the air with his fists alight with magic, screaming, "For Malinor!"
The last thing she saw as she fell into the mud were the stars twinkling through the smoke. Then all was dark.
