A/N: This will be the shortest of the wayshrine visions, and probably shortest chapter in general. I didn't want to combine it with the next.

The last wayshrine is at the end of a mountain passage. They defeat several Falmer along the way. Destra now wonders at their downfall. Clearly they were once an intelligent and deeply spiritual race. She makes a note to ask Gelebor another time. If they survive this place. Before they approach the shrine, Destra turns to Serana and asks if she's ready.

"Are you?" Serana returns. "If this is the last one, I have a feeling it's going to be the worst." Destra shrugs and smiles.

"I guess it doesn't really matter now. Ready or not, here we come," she says.

"Welcome, initiates, to the Wayshrine of Radiance," the prelate greets. "Are you prepared to honour the mantras of Auri-El and allow his radiance to fill your hearts with joy?"

"That would actually be a nice change," Serana glibs.

"Enter, then. May the blessings of Auri-El protect you as you climb the road to the Inner Sanctum."

—

This time and place is unknown to her. Destra thinks she should be much older, but her body feels the same. She knows she is in Skyrim, but this village is newly constructed. Several different mer mill about, seemingly unaware of her presence. Destra can't recall ever having seen so many elves in one place in the Nord homeland. She is about to explore when a familiar voice calls her name. She turns to see Serana nearby. They rush to each other.

"I don't understand," Destra says. "We haven't shared one of these visions yet."

"I'm not su- Destra, you eyes," Serana says when she gets close. Destra's face contorts in confusion. Serana looks around and guides her to a water barrel. When she looks into the water's surface, there is no reflection.

"Serana, am I-" Destra cuts herself off to touch her teeth. Fangs. She has fangs now. A cloud moves by, and a beam of sunlight lands on her face. She winces at its touch. Serana pulls her into the shade of an awning, and Destra slumps against the wall.

"What does this mean?" Serana asks.

"I have no idea," Destra mumbles. She looks up at Serana, who is frowning slightly.

"Are you upset?" Serana says. Destra thinks for a moment.

"Confused. Is this real, or is it just part of the vision? I've wondered that about the last two, but this…" Destra notices a glimmer on Serana's hand. "What's that?"

Serana knits her brow before looking herself. A small band rests on her left ring finger. She takes a breath as though to speak, but only a small huff escapes. She looks at Destra's hand, and the elven woman does the same. She, too, has a band. They lock wide eyes. A furious blush somehow finds its way across both their faces.

"Did we-"

—

They abruptly awaken. The air between them is charged, and neither can quite meet the other's eye. Destra offers Serana her hand, and she takes it after studying it for a moment. Neither lets go after Serana is on her feet, but they also cannot meet eyes. Serana tries to speak but finds herself unable to conjure the words. The cover to the final basin shifts out of place, and it draws their attention.

"Talk later?" Destra offers.

"Yeah…" Serana returns.

Destra is fifty-six years old. She knows she won't live forever. At least, that's what she thought.

A/N: That's the end of the wayshrine vision sequence. What was real? What was imagined or exaggerated? You decide! Jk I'll tell you later. Mostly.