-Far far in the future-

Portals of crimson fire and dark destruction open all over Tamriel, Daedria pouring from them to set the land afire in a massive invasion force, for Nirn is once more at war with the Oblivion. Some distance from an open portal a small town is set upon by Daedra. Flames. Screams. Hope dying as the main forces that fight this war are on the front lines, protecting much larger towns.

Crimson mist flows into the small town and a vampire forms from it amid the chaos. Tangled pale blond hair past her shoulders, crimson eyes, and simple leather armor with twin daggers in her hands. The vampire radiates power and confidence as she stares at the Daedra that have taken notice of her flashy entrance. Zirasha gives them a small deadly smile and then it is all a blur of liquid grace, blades, and Daedra falling before her.

As the last one before her falls a mighty roar cuts through the sounds of battle and Zirasha freezes an impossible look on her face. The sound heard only one moment in time very very long ago, but so very familiar. Zirasha turns toward it and races through the town cutting down any Daedra in her path and at last, she sees him.

Silver fur mixed with obsidian black. Jaws snapping, claws tearing. When all the Daedra around the Werebear falls Zirasha runs toward the bear and throws her arms around him. "Tyranius!" she breaths into his fur. The werebear pauses in shock and then Tyranius transforms back though Zirasha refuses to relinquish her hold on the Imperial for long moments. At last, she lets go and steps back to look at him.

Hair still shorn short but shot through with grey. More lines and yet all of his strength still present. And his eyes show more depth than in the past. "Girl," Tyranius says and then laughs. "Not girl any longer, Zirasha. Not sure what to call this magnificent creature in front of me."

Zirasha laughs too. Despite the grim circumstances, indescribable joy at the reunion so very long in the coming. "Words escape!" she says. "And you, not brute any longer, are you? So much more." Before Tyranius can answer back a howl pierces the night, also so very familiar. Zirasha's eyes widen and she turns and bursts into mist flowing toward it, Tyranius right behind her.

In the center of the village a mighty werewolf fights. The last of the intruding Daedra are here and are no match for such a creature. And fighting by her side an Argonian with dusky green scales and mossy green feathers with two small horns. Several lion skeletons follow the Argonian's commands. As a lone Daedra moves behind the necromancer roots burst from the ground and pull the Daedra to the ground, the skeleton cats setting upon him. The werewolf turns and dispatches the last Daedra and transforms back. The powerful Bosmer is nearly unchanged, though she wears her hair shorter and free of braids. One tinge of antler is gone, snapped in a past conflict.

Zirasha reforms and stares at the duo. "Jez," she breaths and Jeziasi's head snaps in her direction shock and wonder flying across it.

"Zirasha," Jeziasi says as she turns to the vampire and Zirasha runs and leaps into the Bosmers arms hands tightly wrapped up in her.

Tyranius studies the Argonian and then moves toward him. "Pup, all grown up. And a lot different looking. Same eyes, though." Tyranius says.

Keerasi-Zish's eyes widen and he moves to the Imperial as if he has seen a ghost. For long moments he is silent and still even as Zirasha untangles from Jeziasi he still remains such until at long last he moves to the werebear and places his claws gently on Tyranius's face and presses his head against his shaking slightly, and then he moves to Zirasha and does the same. It is not enough to see them, he must feel them. Must make sure they are truly here and not just ghosts of memories long past. Slowly he pulls back from the vampire, tears in his eyes and also indescribable happiness. "I...," he starts then bows his head. "Missed you. More than there are words for. I caught you in my depths, and you swam with me until the end." his head rises as he looks at them. "I hoped our rivers would join once more. It has been so very long."

"Worth it. Every single second," Tyranius says. "We did...took me a while to admit that what I did was wrong. The endless searching for wars no matter the wrongs I did. And making up for some of the worst wrongs of others... did not make that alright. Found something else in my pack." Pain flashes through his eyes. The loss of them, how long it took to find them again. "Had to find it in other ways. Only way to get back to my pack. My...family."

Jeziasi moves from Zirasha to stand in front of her Packbrother. "Into the depths and then out into the light. It was never going to be easy. It never should, for all we did," she says. "But we got a second chance, for all the wrongs also done to us. Now..." Jeziasi trails off and then wraps her arms around the surprised Tyranius, hugging him tightly.

Tyranius wraps his arms around hers. "Missed you too, Wolfy," he says. "Got something in common, now."

"You kept it!" Jeziasi says with a laugh as she distangles.

"Tricky, our Prince. I should hold it against him," Tyranius says and then laughs. "But it got me back to my pack, so I'll give Hircine a pass for that."

Zirasha has been watching with quiet eyes taking it all in. The depths of feeling she had for her pack staggered her still. And how very much she had changed. As eyes turn towards her she smiles. "I would never change a moment. Being in the depths, being with my family," she says. "I know I was a monster, and I used it to hide the fear, hide the pain. And yet going down the darkest path showed me a new path, a new river. I...did not know how to BE without any of you. But I found friends who helped show me how not to be a monster. How to simply be me."

"We have become who we are," Keerasi-Zish whispers. "Through the icy depths, though the brilliant light that followed, through the pain and years that have gone by. We..." he trails off.

"Still the Alpha, Keerasi-Zish," Tyranius says. "You lead, we follow. Until the end of this river."

"I never want to be without my family again," Zirasha says. "I found new packs throughout the years, I know how to be without you, but for the rest of the river, I want this."

"We have known so many," Jeziasi says. "Fallen in love, made friends, and all are gone now. The river of time keeps us moored to Nirn, for all we did in the past. But we...found each other. We are meant to be together until the final dawn." Her hand moves to Zirasha's, who takes it. Keerasi-Zish takes her hand and Tyranius, and Tyranius takes Jeziasi's.

At last, the moment passes, and Keerasi-Zish moves to look at the village. "We cannot fight Dagon directly, nor can we fight his portals directly. But there are so very many that will be lost, simply because they are on the outskirts. We can fight for them. We can save them." Keerasi-Zish says.

"Then that is what we will do," Tyranius says and as Keerasi-Zish starts forward, he follows.

Jeziasi starts and then turns back to Zirasha and the two gaze into each other's eyes. "Jeziasi," Zirasha whispers, and long moments pass as she searches for the answer in the Bosmer's eyes, and when she finds it a smile that could light the world on fire crosses the Altmer's face. "I...," she whispers, and then her hands move up to cup the Bosmer's face as she leans in. Jeziasi moves with her and the two kiss and stays that way for long moments before breaking apart and moving with the rest of their pack, into the future.