"My love isn't there another way?" "No I have to destroy the amulet." Martin runs forwards, "Martin! No!" He gives me one last smile before he smashes the amulet. Dagon bursts through the wall as Martin turns into the avatar of Akatosh, a fiery dragon. The avatar destroys Dagon and turns to me, "I love you." He turns into a statue a top the altar and I turn then leave the temple of One. I turn my back on the gods.

"No." Lucien is dead his corpse mangled and the traitor is still alive. "I know how you two felt but the traitor is dead now. Our family is safe now." Arquen places her hand on my shoulder. "Come we will travel to Bravil to the Night Mothers shrine." We use a spell to travel there quickly and Arquen says things that I ignore. The remaining speakers of the Brotherhood go into the Night Mothers shrine. "You fools Lucien was not the traitor! I was and now you and your Mother shall pay!" I was mad before but now I'm furious. Mathieu kills two of the speaker leaving me and Arquen. The traitor barely moves before I rip the sword out of his hand, and slam him into the wall, "No one. Messes. With. My. Family!" I rip out his throat killing him almost instantly.

"By the power of the Elder Scrolls I name Emer Dareloth as the true thief of Nocturnal's Cowl." "You're the Gray Fox! I've been betrayed!" "I am the Gray Fox, but you have not been betrayed." " But..." "I am also your missing husband, Corvus." "Corvus! Is it really you? Ten years I've waited for word from you. Why did you hide from me?" "Ten years ago I inherited this cowl from the former guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. I became the new guildmaster, but I also received its curse. 'Whoever wears Nocturnal's cowl shall have his name stricken from history'. Once I donned the cowl, no-one in all of Tamriel could recognize me. With the cowl I became the Gray Fox. Without it, I was a stranger, even to you."

"You mean you were unable to return?" "I've stood right next to you, and you didn't even know it. I cried out to you 'Here I am! It's me, Corvus!' but you just looked at me, confused." "You have broken my heart for a second time. I cannot let the infamous criminal mastermind; the Gray Fox become the Count of Anvil. If you try to announce yourself as Corvus, I will deny you. I will deny you before the Emperor if I have to." "I guessed you would say these terrible things to me. That is why I brought my friend along. From this moment forward, I renounce my life of crime forever. I am passing the Gray Cowl of the Thieves Guild to its new guildmaster." Corvus turns to me, "My khajiit friend you are now leader of the Thieves. This is yours now." He hands me the cowl and takes his place next to his wife.

"This is Imperial Dragon armor. It is to be only worn by the Emperor or the Champion of Cyrodill." I look down at the golden armor in my hands and I feel like I do not deserve it. I leave the barracks and go to the temple of one. "Hello Martin. I think this should be yours." I lay down the golden armor at the base of the statue. "Goodbye Martin." I never go back to the temple of one.

"My Listener. You have returned." "Hello Sasha, how are you today?" "Same as always. You going to see Lucien?" I merely nod. I go to my room and slip into my Brotherhood armor and grab a bag with Nightshades and Deathbell in it. It only takes me a little while to get to the old Applewatch farm. "Hello my speaker."

I kneel in front of Lucien's body and set down the bundle of Nightshades and Deathbells. "I'm so sorry I should have been here sooner. If I had gotten here faster then maybe I could have saved you." A single tear falls and hits the petals of one of the Nightshades. "I'm so sorry Lucien. I'm headed to Skyrim soon. Vicente is coming with me. I'm sure the sanctuary will be fine for a while. I miss you. Goodbye Lucien Lachance my Speaker. I will always be your silencer." I leave the farm for the last time and head off towards Skyrim.

"Who are you?" "My name is Shabhira the assassin. Your father sent me to train you." "Let's get started." The boy, Ulfric, is young for a soldier but he shows remarkable skill. I look forward to training with him more.

"What do you mean you let him go?!" "My Jarl he had nothing to-""He was probably lying! He's an Elf for crying out loud!" The young Jarl Ulfric is pacing back and forth in his throne room. His remark about race angers me, "Since when does it matter what race he is?! He had nothing to tell us!" "You know full well why race matters! All of them are liars and thieves like your kind!" "MY KIND!? You ignorant fool! I have worked for you and helped you since day one. I have stood by you the entire war." "What about when I was captured by Elves?" "You know full well I could not do anything to help you! It was beyond my powers!" A cruel but necessary lie. "How do I know you're not working with them?"

I snap then and slap the ignorant fool. My claws leave long lines across his face that are sure to scar. I then slam him into a wall, "Do. Not. Ever. Accuse. Me. Of. Helping. Them." I let him go and back up a pace, "You know I could have you thrown in jail for that." He's rubbing his neck as he says this. "I know but you won't because you need me." "I don't need you." "Fine." "Wait. Where are you going?" "You say you don't need me so I'm leaving." I give a little wave, "Bye Ulfric." I go back to Cyrodill for a few years