A/N: So prologue… Ugh… I don't think I'm any good at these but here have a co-authored-ish whatever story I shall further explain in chapter one!

Warnings: my normal bull poopie.

Disclaimer: Idea was Sallzy's the writing is mine, the world and other stuff is bethesda's and I earn no money off of this! :D

Title: Protection Always Has a Price, Dear Brother

Prologue: A Strange Trinket You Have There…

Forowing was a young bosmer who had always had a love of all things that grew. He was perhaps the perfect personification of what a bosmer was meant to be. His skin was perfect bronze and his eyes a mirthful amber of fine whiskey. His long red hair fell about him in graceful waves that fell to his mid-back. He was a master of stealth and the bow, an excellent hunter. Though he detested the Thalmor and what they were doing to his people and their culture.

He was a young elf, only in his thirties when he found the item that would influence his life so heavily in many years to come. He had been hunting and had taken down a large beast ready to take the pelt and meat when he saw it. Nestled in the jaws of a carnivorous plant that would eat unwary humans, but was friendly to bosmer was a silver chain. Forowing's curiosity got the better of him and he investigated. He charmed the plant into opening to him by playing his flute. A trick he'd learned from his father. His mother was waiting at home for him, but his father had long ago passed away, due to Thalmor disliking his political views. They'd spared the family out of sympathy for them being subjugated to a mad mer. Forowing hated them greatly.

The silver chain was exquisite, and hanging on it was an amulet of ebony bearing a glittering ruby. The amulet was two wings cupping a tear shaped ruby, the young elf looked at it for some reason he could feel it calling to him, the ebony wings on it shone for a few seconds and it glowed before a shield appeared around the ruby before it faded. With trembling hands Forowing picked it up, for some reason he knew just knew that this amulet would change his life.

Once home he proceeded to look through his family's old books and found a sketch of the amulet. He gasped and talked with his mother. She told him to clean it, and keep it safe and close, and to tell no one of it. The Thalmor would think he stole it and others would wish to take it to sell.

"My dear little Forowing, if you were blessed to find the Amulet of Heri, I am certain you are blessed for more. Now eat your supper, the morning we must prepare to leave. The Thalmor grow nosey and I want our family history preserved." She had said. Forowing helped her store their things mostly old books in an enchanted bag meant to hold the family history then went to bed. The bag by his bow and elven short sword. He never thought that would be the last time he would work with his mother. Nor the last time he would see here smile.

The next dawn, dawned in blood. His mother's screams woke him instantly; he had gone to sleep in his leathers even the boots by his mother's wisdom. He rushed down to her blade drawn bow and quiver on his shoulder and side, she screamed he run, and seeing no way but to follow those orders Forowing ran. The Thalmor hot on his heels. He hopped that his mother had escaped when the altmer dogs chased him but in his heart he dreaded that was false hope.

A/N: Yay? I am soooooo mean. Bad me.