2 Years after Harkon's death...
''Why are you here at this time of night?'' asked the young, black haired, Nord, named Aiden a very strange name.
His hair was short and slick, and no matter how he dressed, he always looked charming.
'' I wanted to talk about...Harkon'' The stunning Serana stood in the doorway of the Nord's house,
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
''He's dead what's there to say?'' He remembered exactly what happened. The epic battle when he refused to give Auriel's bow to Harkon.
The Arrow that caught Aiden in the arm, and the jump in the air clashing together and wildly swinging about,
and the final arrow that hit Harkon in the chest.
''Well don't be so rational,'' She said playfully. She didn't care for her father after the first year and
made jokes about him once in a while.
''Really though it's not a laughing matter. He's...alive,''
Aiden stood, jaw open, as he remembered again, Harkon turning to ashes right infront of his eyes.
Before Aiden can talk he saw a young guard walking up.
''Excuse me Sir, The vampire lord Harkon is not dead, but alive once again! Believe me I saw it, he was standing
in the rubble of demolished buildings in Whiterun,'' The guard who looked no more then thirty, hesitated as
he explained what happened. Aiden was in shock, and he could barely stand on his own two feet.
''So what do we do?'' He asked.''I still have Auriel's bow, we can take him in a fight,''He didn't know what
he should bring, but in twenty minutes he was on the way to Whiterun.
''Whiterun...it-it's-,'' Aiden was cut off by Serana. ''Destroyed? Yes. We were too late...Dammit,''Serana
started to walk forward and hitch her horse, and was followed by Aiden and the guard.
They began to walk towards the town to see if there were survivors.
''Wait...Do you hear that?''
TO BE CONTINUED