A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading, and I appreciate the reviews I've been receiving! This is the last chapter I'm posting this weekend. I hope you guys have enjoyed what you've read so far, and enjoy what you hopefully will read in the future. Have a lovely week!

When I was four, my dad, uncle, aunt, grandparents and I were driving to Liverpool to see my cousin, who at the time, had an unsuccessful surgery done on his spine. On the way up there, the radio was on, and started playing the soundtrack to Star Wars Episode VII. That movie gave me nightmares the first time I saw it. I was screaming at my dad, who was the driver, to turn the radio off. He refused, and after constant pestering, he turned his eyes away from the road to smack me across the head. He didn't realize we swerved off the road and into a river at 75 kilometers per hour. I was the only one who survived the crash.

Four people died that day because I didn't want to listen to music. Michael committed suicide because I played a video game that would kill me. I took the lives of five precious people because of my ignorance.

"You were only four," Conlan consoles. "Your father shouldn't have turned his eyes away from the road if there was danger. I may not be able to comprehend the amount of damage that was caused, because I don't know exactly what a car is, but I have enough understanding to know that it wasn't your fault."

"I'm the reason he turned away from the road..."

"No. He's the reason he did it. He didn't have to-"

"But he did!" I shout as hot tears run down my cold cheeks. I cover my face with my hands, only to be held by the man in Dwarven armor.

"And I didn't have to save the world from Alduin," Conlan suggests.

"Yes you did," I argue weakly. "Otherwise we'd all be dead."

"Destroying Alduin wasn't enough to save my family," Conlan mumbles. He takes my hands, revealing my lifeless face. His hand lifts my chin, so he can get a better look. "We both were hurt in similar ways. We both caused involuntary destruction. We can get through this together," with hesitation, Conlan kisses my forehead. "I promise."

"I think we can agree on one thing," I suggest. Conlan stares at my eyes in grief. "We don't want another life to be added onto that count."

We only have each other at this point. Unless some miracle occurs in which Conlan finds his family and I find my mother, we have nobody to look forward to when we get back, other than each other.

Realizing this, Conlan holds me tight. I could feel moisture on my head, probably from his tears. I start to cry with him.

"Summer," Conlan's voice still shakes. "I'm ready to accept the fact that I'm leaving Skyrim. I need to go to the land you call the real world.."

"Wha-"

"I've fulfilled my destiny in Mundas, I'm ready to discover and fulfill my new destiny in the real world. I'm not going to be sent to another world, unless I have a reason to be there. I have a destiny there. That's why I have to go with you."

I stay silent, unknowing of how to respond. I pull myself away from his embrace, and look up at him. After I wipe my tears, I close my eyes, and lower my head when a smile forms from my lips. A large hand pulls up my chin. Barley opening my eyes, I find Conlan's face within an inch away from mine. Before my smile could fade away, Conlan's lips were kissing mine. My eyes close again, and stay shut for a long time.

When we finally stop, Conlan's hand was on my cheek. I was probably blushing through my immortally pale skin.

"Would now be a bad time to admit that that was my first kiss?" I question.

"No, but I can understand if you don't want to. I'd be ashamed too if my first kiss was to the most important person in a world different from my own," Conlan answers.

"I didn't mean it like that!"

Conlan smiles. "I was joking, Dovahkiin."

"I'm not the Dragonborn. You are," I correct him.

"I'm the new Dragonborn. You're the original Dragonborn, if I remember correctly from our old conversation." Conlan turns away, and approaches the table surrounded with food on the floor. His smile instantly drops to a frown, and he begins to clean up. I decide to help him. I stand up, and fetch a broom.

"Summer, no," Conlan stops me. "I made this mess, I'm going to clean it."

"Are you sure you don't want my help?"

"I'm positive," Conlan insists. "Could you make some stew or soup?"

"If that's what you'd like," I sigh as I begin to search for the ingredients for beef stew.

"The stew was amazing," Conlan comments as he rubs his stomach, which was no longer covered with armor, but with the fabric of his robes. "Is all the food back on Earth this delicious and ornate?"

I wanted to say yes, but then McDonald's came to mind. "Delicious, yes. Ornate, not completely."

Conlan raises an eyebrow. "There's a catch, isn't there?"

"Indeed there is," I agree, thinking of how cheap it is to buy good tasting shit food, and how expensive it is to buy good tasting quality food. I collect the wooden bowls, and place them in a water basin to soak. Conlan approaches me from behind, and puts his hands on my hips.

"Would you like to go to bed?" He questions.

I turn around and face him. He was obviously tired, plus that post food exhaustion must've been making his body craving for some rest.

"Sure," I yawn.

As we make our way up the ladder to the bedroom, a pull on the shoulder stops me. I turn around to find Conlan signaling for me to stop. I walk to the bottom of the stairs, and he steps in front of the ladder.. stairs... thingy.

"Wait here," he mouths. I nod, and he pulls out an ebony dagger. He sneaks up to the top of the stairs. When he turns the corner, yells and a fight erupt.

I equip a storm spell, until blood is seen dripping through the wooden ceiling. The house became silent.

No.

"Summer?!" Conlan calls for me from the room above me.

Thank you, Talos.

I run up the ladder to find Conlan with a huge cut on his arm, and a corpse lying at his feet. The corpse is wearing what appears to be the armor of the Dark Brotherhood, but more worn out.

"Some assassin that was upset about not being recruited, I guess," Conlan sighs, not even flinching as his blood drips down his hand and onto the floor, mixing with the blood of the dead assassin.

"A-A-Are you-u-u o-okay?" I couldn't speak without stuttering. The last thing I saw was Conlan looking at me in concern, before the world turned black.