Chapter 27: The Final Three Days
A/n: Yoyoyo its Amanda's Jacuzzi. HI ALL! I'm really sorry about not updating sooner. I'm already working on the sequel, that's why I've been gone so long. Anyway, Remember those crazy plot changes I talked about earlier? Brace yourself. I give you all permission to slay me for not updating, but beware, I bite :K.
She emerged in Azura's shrine, where the goddess herself, Vivec, Sotha Sil and Almalexia were sitting.
"You have fulfilled prophecy." Azura said "But now I fear I have terrible and great news. You will return home, but for three days only. On the third day you will return to me." Vvardenfell picked up Skooma and nodded to Azura, who waved her hand. She soon found herself back in her home, everything just the way she had left it except for a thick layer of dust.
She prepared a small bed for Skooma, who sat there happily, while Vvardenfell got into a baggy shirt and climbed into bed.
"We're home Skooma" She said before drifting off to sleep.
Vvardenfell awoke the next morning to a knock on her door. Putting her knee length white dress on once more, the makeup still showing no signs of rubbing off, she answered it.
At the door stood a burley man. He leaned close to Vvardenfell, the smell of Flin on his breath.
"A arm issssss here to sssssee joo." He said, slurring and talking harshly.
Vvardenfell opened her door all the way and saw a huge crowd of people barely able to fit in the cobblestone street cheering, laughing, and some even crying.
Larka and Ryan ran through the crowd to her side and she embraced Larka before hugging and kissing Ryan. The crowd parted to form a path down which a carriage heavily surrounded be guards pulled in front of her house.
Two guards stepped forward and opened the door in its side. Out stepped a frail, ill looking old man; a crown perched atop his head that seemed two times too big for him. He was wearing extravagant robes that lolled around his frail ankles.
"Vvardenfell." He said, grinning wryly. "You have rid this fair province of its greatest danger, and for that I am forever grateful."
This was Euriel Sepitim himself. He slowly, looking as if he would break, kneeled before Vvardenfell. The crowd copied his actions.
The next three days were full of joy, feasts, festivals and much merriment. Vvardenfell, however, enjoyed them half-heartedly, as she knew what awaited her. On the dawn of the third day Vvardenfell grabbed Skooma in her arms just as colorful beams of light began to shoot around her.
A/n: I fear the end is too near, my friends. There will be a sequel, and maybe a Revised form of this story after the sequel, I don't know. Till next time, buh bye!