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“This one's not on the list, Captain. What do we do with her?”

“I'm not?” That was Liriel sounding hopeful. “Oh good, can I go?”

“I don't care,” the captain snapped. “Send her to the block with the rest of them. She pals around with Stormcloaks, she can share their fate.”

“WHAT?” Liriel shouted. “I'm not a bloody Stormcloak, I'm not even a Nord!”

“I'm sorry,” the Legionnaire said, sounding like he meant it, and Liriel sobbed, squirming in the arms of two soldiers as they hauled her forward.

The invocation to the Eight Divines followed, Shevawna ignoring it completely, although the execution of one Stormcloak who apparently also didn't care for the Empire's Eight livened things up a bit. Then the captain called out for the elf to be next.

“No, you can't, please, I didn't do anything!” Liriel cried, stumbling as they forced her forward. Then it happened. Some strange cry echoing off the mountains, and Shevawna felt her spine prickle. That sounded like nothing she'd ever heard, no beast or bird, and it was loud. Something that loud was big and it sounded like it was airborne.

Liriel had looked up, hearing it too, and the strangest thing happened. Something in her seemed to change, some resolve come out of nowhere, and the frightened girl of a few moments before seemed to vanish. Shaking herself down and straightening up, Liriel shrugged off her guards and walked like a queen to the block, glaring dismissively at the captain who'd sent her to her fate.

“Fine, kill me if you want, human. You're just sending me home.”

Shevawna decided there and then that she liked this Liriel. Then, as Liriel was kneeling, head resting on the block, the sound came again, louder this time. Whatever it was was getting closer.

Then as the axe was poised to fall on Liriel's neck, a giant scaly lizard wheeled over the town and loosed the Void on them all.

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Ralof had been first to make a break for it, shouting at his fellows to run, the gods wouldn't give them another chance. The Stormcloaks as one had fled for a nearby tower, and Liriel had staggered to her feet, gasped 'thank Auriel' and fled after them.

“Wait for me!” the young Forsworn prisoner cried, chasing after her. Liriel hadn't got her name, Sheffona, Shevawna, something like that? She seemed more than a little crazy in Liriel's eyes, but on the other hand, she'd not tried to kill her. Unlike the Empire, and really, was that how they treated innocent(ish) Aldmeri citizens round here?

Liriel should have listened to her father. Liriel should have stayed in Alinor, with her parents and brother and sister-in-law and her little sister Ancalime who'd been heartbroken to see her leave. As it was, she'd lost all her money, all her clothes, her weapons, everything. She couldn't even cast because her hands were tied. And now here she was, a fugitive running for her life in a town currently being torn apart by a dragon. A dragon! She hadn't even thought they were real.

When she got home, she was definitely complaining to the Dominion's Foreign Affairs Office about this. Dragons, for Auriel's sake! They'd warned her about humans, men up to no good, pickpockets, gambling and skooma. Not a word about bloody DRAGONS.

If fifty-foot flying fire-breathing lizards didn't merit a warning before leaving the Summerset Isles, Liriel didn't know what did.

But she'd made it into the tower, and while the dragon roared overhead, Liriel stood by awkwardly, watching Nord rebels see to their wounded and get their bonds off.

No one coming to help her get free, and no one coming to help the crazy Forsworn girl in the fur and feathers getup that covered nothing either, although Liriel honestly felt the woman had only herself to blame for that one.

“What was that, Jarl Ulfric?” Ralof was asking. “Was it really a dragon like in the legends?”

“Legends don't burn down villages,” Ulfric purred and Liriel felt her throat go dry at that voice. It practically radiated power and sent shivers down her spine. This was a very powerful and dangerous man, even if he was just a human. Hah. Just a human – there was very little just anything about this one. Liriel could believe people were willing to die in his service. She was almost tempted to offer her own services... but not for Talos. Humans didn't just randomly get made gods when they died, it didn't make sense. The Aedra were the ancestors of elves, not humans, so humans weren't gods, couldn't be. At least, that was what they told her back home, but then again they'd utterly failed to warn her Skyrim had dragons, so possibly the Thalmor's Ministry for Education wasn't as infallible as she'd been led to believe.

“Nord ones do,” Shevawna muttered in Liriel's ear, blue eyes glaring at Ulfric. Liriel really hoped there wasn't a repeat of the carriage incident. That was all she needed, some short Forsworn human running her mouth off and getting her in trouble. She had enough on her plate what with the dragon.

“We need to clear these rocks!” one of the soldiers cried from upstairs, kneeling before the rockfall blocking the way. Unfortunately, the dragon chose that moment to smash the wall open and breathe fire through the gap... and Shevawna chose that moment to nudge Liriel and make for the door.

“Liriel, with me!” the young Reachwoman hissed.

“What, why, are you insane?” Liriel hissed. “The dragon'll get us.”

“No it won't, it's over there, that's why we need to run now while it's busy!” Shevawna said cheerfully, darting out of the door.

Liriel was sure that made perfect sense in some world, but not in this one. So why she left the Nords to their own devices and ran after Shevawna, she couldn't rightly say. Maybe it was Ulfric and the unsettling effect he was having on her. Maybe it was all the Nords shooting filthy looks at her out of the corners of their eye. Or maybe she just had a weakness for short silver-haired lunatics in bizarre tribal clothing. Who could tell?

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Sadly for them both, when dragons were concerned, over there became over here very quickly, as was proved when the dragon soared over their heads, wheeling round and landing some distance away, blocking the way to the gate.

Happily for them, although rather less so for the injured villager lying in front of the dragon, it didn't seem to care about them. Shevawna dropped into a crouch in the shadow of a burning inn, Liriel following suit. Which meant they got a prime view as the dragon burned the man to death while his son looked on.

Then that legionnaire who'd been reading the list was there, cajoling the boy to safety as the dragon flew off and sending him off with another villager. And then the man who that villager had just called Hadvar turned round and looked straight at them both.

“Still alive, Altmer?” Hadvar called. “Follow me if you want to stay that way!”

“How did he see me??” Liriel shrieked, before turning to Shevawna. “More to the point, why didn't he see you?”

“I guess I'm just the sneaky type,” Shevawna grinned. “Come on, let's get after him. We can overpower him, get his sword, cut loose, and then they'll see who they chained up!”

“You are actually insane, aren't you,” Liriel whispered, but she followed anyway. Best to keep the crazy woman where she could see her.

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There followed a mad dash through the burning village, keeping to the shadows, trying not to lose sight of Hadvar, and then finally into the keep, the dragon still audible but at least it couldn't get them in here.

Liriel sank on to a bed, exhausted but knowing it wasn't over yet, not until they got out of this place. What she'd do then, she had no idea, but she couldn't think about that. Just survive, that was all.

Shevawna was crouching behind a pillar, eyes and ears on the door. Oh good, more lunacy.

“Shevawna, what are you doing?” Liriel sighed, not in the mood for this.

“Waiting,” Shevawna said cryptically. “Hadvar comes in, you distract him, I sneak up and knock him out. Then we cut our bonds off on his sword, kill him, loot the room, find you some proper clothes and run!”

“What?” Liriel could swear she must be hearing things. “Look, he was trying to help us, we can't just kill him!”

Shevawna just shrugged. “He's a Nord. He's in the army even, and he sent us to the block. He'll go to Sovngarde, Nords like that. We're doing him a favour. I'll make it quick.”

“No!” Liriel hissed, getting up as Hadvar came in, shutting the door behind him, a little singed but mostly fine... for now. Definitely time to intervene before things got out of hand and the little psychopath she'd been landed with sprung into action. “Er... Hadvar, is it? Thank you for getting us this far. I'm Liriel.”

“Charmed to meet you,” Hadvar said, fleeting smile crossing his face. “I could wish it was under better circumstances. Here, let me get those off you.”

He drew his dagger and cut Liriel's hands free. Gasp of shock from Shevawna, but the young Forsworn rallied.

“Now! He's only got a knife in his hand!”

“Shevawna!” Liriel growled, making her way over and dragging the girl out of hiding, about done with wrangling short, murderous lunatics for one day, no, a lifetime. “He's helping us. Show a bit of gratitude. Hold out your hands and he'll free you.”

Shevawna looked a bit mutinous but did as asked, gasping in shock as her bonds fell free.

“He set me free!” Shevawna said, stunned. “But... why did you do that, Nord? Why not kill me?”

Hadvar slowly reached a hand to his sword, looking a bit warily at Shevawna.

“Because there's a dragon attacking?” Hadvar said slowly. “Because there's no Legionnaires or Stormcloaks when that happens, just humans trying to survive? I could use the help to get out of here and I'm guessing you don't want to die yourself.”

Even in Shevawna's twisted mind, that logic did make a certain kind of sense, and the surprise of a Nord showing her some small kindness despite the fact she was standing there in tribal Forsworn gear and purple warpaint drawn across her nose and cheeks, needing only a pair of swords and the headgear to complete the effect, did throw her sufficiently to take her mind off killing Nords.

“Not yet,” Shevawna admitted, weighing the situation up in her mind. “All right, Nord. I won't kill you today. Come on, Liriel, we should find you some proper clothes and another sword.”

“Should I be worried?” Hadvar asked, his voice low as he weighed up the wisdom of bringing this unpredictable savage with them.

“Not any more, I think you won her over a bit,” Liriel said quietly. “I'll keep an eye on her, she seems to like me.”

“You do that,” Hadvar said with a shiver, turning his back while Liriel got changed.

In the end, Liriel managed to find a set of Imperial light armour that sort of fit her, and an iron sword. Not that she really knew what she was doing with one, but her magical studies would probably suffice to drop most opponents before they got too close.

Shevawna just picked up another sword, complaining about the quality and swearing that given a bit of wood, some leather strips and a good solid rock, she could knock something better up in under an hour, but she grudgingly admitted it was also better than nothing and she didn't have time.

So off they went, and if Shevawna had to be reminded to leave the ones in red alone, and kept leaping out of the shadows to tear into any Stormcloaks they encountered, things could have been worse. It turned out Shevawna knew a bit of Destruction magic and could have grown men crying on the floor clutching melted faces in seconds. It turned out Liriel's studies hadn't gone to waste and once she'd been able to acquire a set of mage robes off a dead Nord prisoner, she abandoned her sword in favour of Destruction spells of her own, not to mention raising a few corpses along the way. Hadvar just said a quiet prayer to the Eight and turned a blind eye to all the blood. He'd seen war but not like this, not with these two burning and carving their way to freedom, and if Liriel seemed the more well-balanced of the two, Hadvar was starting to wonder if either were sane.

The final straw was the bear towards the end of the passage. Hadvar had been all for sneaking past it, but Shevawna had looted a bow off a dead Stormcloak and some venom off those spiders Liriel had burned to death while screaming in the cave before, and shot the beast before Hadvar could even finish talking. Liriel's firebolts finished it off.

Finally, they emerged into sunlight, just in time to see the dragon flying off into the distance. Hadvar turned to the others, one Forsworn warrior and one child of the Thalmor, and wondered how he'd acquired such strange comrades in arms – but he couldn't fault their skills or their bravery.

“Listen, it's probably best if we split up,” Hadvar began. “But the Legion's always looking for capable fighters, and you two are certainly that. I don't think I'd have made it out without you today.”

Shevawna just snorted.

“Doubtless you would not. I'm not joining your Legion though. I go my own way.”

Also probably for the best considering. Liriel just shook her head, but she seemed grateful.

“Thank you for not executing us as enemies or taking us prisoner. You and that dragon between us probably saved us both.” She ignored Shevawna's snort of disbelief.

“Ah, you're welcome,” Hadvar said, blushing a little. “I'm not sure you should ever have been on that cart in the first place, and as for you, Shevawna, whatever crimes you've done aren't my business. Listen, as far as I'm concerned, you both earned a pardon today, and after word gets out about that dragon attack, I imagine you'll both be thought dead and burned beyond recognition. The world won't hear otherwise from me. And like I said, if you want to join up in Solitude, I'll happily vouch for you both. In the meantime, there's a village nearby, Riverwood. My uncle's the blacksmith there, he might be able to put us up and sort you out with some supplies. Don't suppose they left you much of your own.”

“That is so kind, thank you,” Liriel said softly. “Yes, I will come to this Riverwood place, I really could use sleep and some food.”

Shevawna couldn't think of anything worse. A Nord village? Full of, well, Nords? She didn't think so. Besides, she was a daughter of the Reach, even though this wasn't home, she was skilled enough to survive. She had weapons now, she could kill a few animals, make a tent from the hides and throw together some proper weaponry, and she was sure she could survive in the woods for as long as it took.

“I'm not coming,” she told them. “But I do wish you well. I might not kill you after all, Nord. And as for you, Liriel... you ever find yourself round a fire with me, I'll happily share a drink with you.”

“Likewise!” Liriel laughed, although she looked sad to be seeing her go. “I mean, you're quite mad, but you're interesting, you know? Are you going back to the Reach?”

No, was the short answer to that. They'd kicked her out and she'd be lucky if she ever saw her family again. Whatever the future held, it looked like the fight for freedom was no longer hers.

“I don't know,” Shevawna said quietly. “Not sure where I'll be. Out in the wilds somewhere. But maybe we'll meet again.”

“Maybe,” Liriel agreed. “In the mean time, Eight guard you. Or whoever you believe in.”

“The old gods keep you,” Shevawna said, grinning as she gave Liriel a parting hug, much to the elf's surprise. As she disappeared into the woods, she wondered if she'd ever see Liriel again. That elf was the first outsider she'd ever met who she didn't want to kill.

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: And that is Shevawna. Next chapter, with Liriel gone off to do Dragonborn things, Shevawna makes her own way in the world, ending up in Jorrvaskr...

Admorin = male Nord

OMG you're doing the companions? We're in for a treat! Please add a love interest and some smut. No one else on the meme does it like you do. And you do it with style. So many AA's write the troubled out of control Vilkas. If anyone can do him justice it would be you. Uhh I know i'm being greedy, but if you're going to do the companions may as well go all out. I'll be stalking this fill with interest.

Aww, bless you, kind anon, you flatter me. :D

I am sure there'll be a love interest, I just don't know who yet. Maybe several. Definitely smut.

As for the Companions, I wrote them in a couple of other fics as well, so I've done Vilkas before (although never smut with him in, surprisingly). I think the result will work. :)

I think you're very good, we would be well and love smut, but I think it would be great if it was Vilkas! he is so rude, so constantly fighting with the beast! I need him in love, crazy and dirty!

I read a story like that and I liked it! I like the idea then that she adheres among the companions! I like them .. all honor and family! I really love the twins .... but in the story that I had read, I loved the way Vilkas interacted with the girl! He is always so wary at first! I love him so if you can do that both he and his love interest! for the rest I like to write like I'm stalking this story! many biscuits for you!

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