GUYSSS!!! I lowkey might explode because all I want is a good heather and smalls multiple part fanfic, I have read literally every single fic on fanfiction.net and I can find anymore, so if y'all have any heatherxsmalls fics PLEASE send them my way.

Although before that here is the first installment of a fic that I have been writing, its unedited so bear with me as I am not the greatest writer. also please give critics in the comments I am always open to critics :)

Chapter One

Smalls watched as Picket leaped off the 7th standing stone and straight at Morbin, he watched as his dear friend was torn through with his eternal enemy’s sharp talons and dropped into the abyssal lake below. Smalls gathered his courage as he watched Heather, the one he so dearly loved, dive in after her brother. He knew what he had to do. The Prince and heir of all Natalia unsheathed the shimmering ancient blade at his side and ran at his formidable foe. “Now your dominion is ended, Morbin! I am the son of Jupiter great, descendant by blood, and heir of Flint's first king! I am Smalden Ender Preybane and your doom has come!” He leaped off the standing stone and drove his blade through the evil bird's heart, shattering the starsword, killing Morbin Black Hawk, and beginning an era of peace that outlived all that had come before. There was hope for the mending, but the war wasn’t over yet.

Heather dragged her brother out of the swirling lake and onto the deck of the ship. Soaked, tired, and unsure she and Emma set to work on him, they stitched this and bandaged that doing the best they could to keep him alive. Picket was in bad shape, he was missing an arm and suffered greatly from blood loss. He eventually coughed up the water he had swallowed and was moved to an empty room in the hospital. Heather, who had so vigorously been tending to the wounded with Emma for the past few weeks, was exhausted and on the brink of collapse. She sat down on a chair in Pickets' room as Emma walked in. “How are you feeling Heather, my dear friend?” She spoke softly seeing that Picket was asleep. “I’m tired” Heather replied in barely a whisper, there were very obvious dark eye bags underneath her eyes. “He’s still in a coma,” Heather said, speaking up “His wounds are improving though, and his breathing is better.” 

“I’m glad to hear it. I spoke with Smalls earlier.”

“Oh?” 

“He said he hasn't seen you since the battle, he was looking for you. You go, I'll finish up here.”

“Thank you Emma” Heather bowed to the princess and hurried off to find Smalls. 

Smalls sighed, setting his pen down, he looked at his desk where reports of the battle were piling up around him. There was so much loss. Though Morbin was dead the war was not yet over. The Castle was still standing, but everything around it was not. Fires were raging everywhere and rubble was collapsing on rabbits who were looking for shelter daily. The Prince didn't know what to do, the weight of the world fell on him. He felt completely responsible for all death and destruction. Smalls, who was lost in thought, hadn't noticed Heather enter the room. “Are you ok?” Heather asked thoughtfully. Smalls, who until then was unaware of her presence, jumped in shock. “Oh, Heather, I didn't see you there. Yes, I’m fine, just tired, but I swear I’m going to drown in this chaos.”

Heather could see the pure sadness and exhaustion in his eyes. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder and began to speak “You need to rest Smalls. You're pushing yourself too hard.” She held the back of her hand to his forehead and gasped. “Smalls! You're burning up! You have at least a 102 fever Smalls! You're going to pass out. Bed now!” Smalls chuckled at this. Oh, Heather, he thought always acting like my mother. “Don’t laugh!” She glared at him. “You're sick,” Heather softened her voice, “You need to go to bed Smalls, and I know you know I’m right.”

“OK mother,” Smalls said with a smile on his face “If you say so.” Heather laughing now gasped. “Smalls! We both know you're older than me, pull that again and–” but Smalls cut her off. “I guess I’m off to bed.”

“Smalls!”

“Sorry, I can't stay, Doctor's orders.”

Heather laughed as she watched Smalls leave the small room and into the direction of his chambers. He's such a child sometimes! Heather laughed quietly to herself. She smiled and sat down thinking of what the future might hold for her. 

Weezie sat on the edge of the fence around her family’s farm. She wished so badly that Picket was with her, but he wasn’t. Picket Longtreader was in a coma. He had been for weeks, and she was worried. She made up her mind, hopped off the fence, and headed for the hospital. When she arrived she headed to the room Picket had been staying at. She opened the door surprised to find it empty. Questions flooded through her mind. Was he awake or was he moved? If he was awake, where was he and why didn’t she know. She asked around and was overjoyed to hear he had been released from the hospital. Seeing that it was dark Weezie started for home. When she arrived tears started in her eyes she ran to her friend who was standing by her door and sobbed into his shoulder. “Oh Picket!” She said, smiling widely. “I thought I lost you!”

 “Not yet,” he replied “I’m tougher than you think.” They stood with their arms wrapped around each other at the entrance of the farm watching the sunset. Weezie had experienced so much pain in the last few years, the death of her siblings, father, and dear Uncle Helmer. She still felt the hurt of their loss acutely, but she knew she was safe. She smiled and enjoyed this happy moment. When they could see nothing but stars, Weezie gently kissed Picket on the cheek and went inside.

  Heather should have been happy. Her family was alive, Smalls was alive, and Morbin was dead. She was head doctor alongside Emma in the hospital and was living with her family in their old elm home in first warren. She should have been happy but she wasn't. She felt distant and ignored. It seemed that everyone was so focused on Picket that they forgot about her. And then there were nightmares. Visions of the dragon tomb and memories of the war plagued her mind. She felt uneasy and tense. Heather sat on the edge of her bed and began to get ready for the night. She took off her uniform, folded it and put it in the ornately carved set of drawers in her bedroom. The room was simple; it had a bed, a desk and drawers. Along the walls were paintings and tapestries of the wood from before the old king. Heather now in her nightgown blew out the candle and crawled into bed. She laid awake for hours staring at her ceiling until she finally drifted to sleep fearful of what horrors might haunt her dreams.

Darkness. Then flashes of light. Many different scenes filled her mind. Some were vivid and others were blurry. An injured white rabbit with an emerald gem hanging from his neck. A slippery hand. Voices. Some were loud and clear while others were soft and unable to be understood. “Sleep or death?” A lucid vision swarmed throughout her head. It was always the same scene, the white rabbit, the dragon, and the emerald gem, but this time it was different. Normally the dragon slipped back into the shadows of the cave, but this time it seemed to be staring deep into her soul. “The dragons will rise little doe, to do what dragons have ever done. We rise by lies and live to slaughter we subjugate and sacrifice we tyrannize and torture we break rabbiyts necks for sport and feast on rabbit young in our devotion!” Heather tried to run away from the monster but she couldn't move. She heard more voices.

“Heather!” She heard her name being called.

“Heather!” Again.

“Heather, wake up!” Heather blinked open her eyes and saw the worried face of her father staring down at her. “Shh, you’re safe, it's ok” Her father spoke gently, trying to soothe her trembling hands. “You were screaming, dear. Are you alright?”

Heather sat up and looked at her father. She responded slowly. “I’m fine, I just had a bad dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Heather thought for a moment, “No.”  She shook her head. She couldn't tell them, not yet. They wouldn't understand. She remembered the tomb, the dragons and their poison breath. She remembered the rocks and the suffocation. She remembered being trapped. Heather hugged her father and went down stairs. What time is it? She wondered as she made her way to the door. She looked outside. The sun was blazing over the gravel road and younglings ran around the field playing a game of hoopvolley. Heather gasped, Oh no! She thought, I’m late for work! Heather ran inside and got ready to go to the hospital. 

“Where are you going Heather?” She spun around to see her younger brother Jack sitting on the stairs. 

“I’m going to work, I slept in so I have to go. I love you.” She kissed his head and made her way to the door. 

“But it's Sunday, you don't have work today.” Heather sighed. She had completely forgotten what day it was.

“Well i’m still going to the palace, so i’ll see you later Jacks.”

“Goodbye Heather” Jacks waved to her.

“Goodbye Jacket.” Heather smiled and closed the door. The city was bustling with life. Rabbits of all ages were working all around her. Some were picking up rubble, and some were building houses. While others were just trying to enjoy the day. Heather walked through the square, stopped a few times to chat, then continued on to the palace.

The first thing Heather did when she got to the palace was head up to the royal chambers. Smalls has been overworking himself to the point that he had gotten sick and was now bed ridden under the orders of Emma. She knocked on his door twice before gently opening it and walking in.