Three years. Three whole years since I had last seen Akara. Every day I always made sure to go out of my way to steer clear of the possible places she might be. I had decided to settle in a small forgotten village. A place she'd never visit. Still the rumors of her traveled. The gorgeous dragonborn had rescued the daughter of a farmer from bandits, had found long lost sites of the Dwemer and was slowly reuniting Skyrim. The beautiful dragonborn who's laugh was sweet like honey her smile as warm as a fire. The brave dragonborn who had slain Alduin, the monster that haunted all of Skyrim.

Of course none of them ever did her justice. I remembered everything about her distinctly. Her laugh was sweeter than honey, her smile able to keep a man's soul warm for days. Her touch delicate like a flower, her soul fiery and her heart passionate. No one would ever know how brave she truly was for they had never experienced her adventures themselves.

" Are you ever going to take that scarf off boy?"

I turned and looked at the old man watching me load up a cart for him.

" No."

I watched him shrug out of the corner of my eye and walk away. The pounding of my heart slowed. Despite how much I never wanted to see Akara again, I couldn't bring myself to go a day without wearing her scarf in some way. Whether it was around my neck or tied around my waist, like how it was now, it was always there. She never once chased after me the night I left but she still found a way to reassure that she was still there beside me. I felt that wearing it was my way of knowing she was safe. Though I didn't dare think about what condition she was in.

The ground began to hum under my feet. My eyes immediately went to the sky. There a dragon came screeching down with our town in sight. I dropped what I had in my hands and reached for my bow.

" Everyone inside! Go into basements if possible!" I barked. Everyone quickly followed my demand and the few who were brave enough to fight stayed.

" Still have those few pesky dragons that insist on sticking around eh?" One of the guards growled. I smirked at his comment went to pull back my first arrow. Though we had weapons they were weak and our number of men was pitiful. I readied myself to see a massacre. Suddenly an arrow skimmed past my head, colliding and flames covering the dragon where it had hit. I turned in question of who owned such a bow in this town when a figure shot past me.

I was dumbfounded as I watched them work. Our savior was fast and agile, basically outweighing the dragon's strength single handedly.

" Don't just stand there men! Help 'em out!" Another guard shouted. I shook off my shock and held up my hand.

" No, leave me to help."

They rose a brow at me. " I know you're most experienced with fighting dragons but don't you think-"
" Unless you want to get killed then stay back."

They didn't argue with me any further. Quickly I ran forward to get a closer range and aimed an arrow, watching it skim past our savior's head like how they had done to me. They turned and looked back at me only to be forced to look back at the dragon. It had been so long since I felt so harmonized with someone. We fought seamlessly, knowing one another's next move without having to say a word. We had seemed to naturally look after each other's back and when needed, would step in to keep on another safe.
I quickly shot another arrow and earned a wail of pain from the dragon. Meanwhile our savior scaled up its side and to its head, delivering the final blow. The dragon's head flailed and they hung on to the hilt of their sword as they buried the blade into its skull. A cloud of dirt covered the dragon and its killer as the head slammed into the ground. The villagers slowly emerged from safety and gathered around. There in the dust we could see their figure. My heart pounded in my ears so hard I was sure it would make me deaf. Emotions rushed through me as I watched them stand and remove their sword with a yank. They sheathed their weapon then glanced up, freezing as they met my gaze.

Three years.

Three years I had successfully avoided her. Three years I had only lived off my memories of her, fought my desire to be beside her, and suddenly all my work had been put to waste.

She made her way of the dragon's head, looking heroic and gorgeous as she always had. Only she had changed. I could see the settle shift of her muscles in her exposed arms. She had grown stronger, faster. Taking down a dragon now was like child's play for her. She carried herself with more pride and reassurance. Yet I could still see the old her as well. The way she swayed her hips with each step, the way her eyes twinkled, and the gentle look on her face making me fall victim. She was even more gorgeous than I had remembered, even more desirable.

Akara stood in front of me, her eyes searching mine for answers we both longed to know. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail however her recent battle had made it beautiful mess. My eyes ran down her figure. She had filled out her curves more, perhaps she had even gotten slightly taller. Surprisingly she didn't have too many wounds on her however I could see a few scars from her previous years. Scars I wanted to kiss and love.
" What are you doing out here?" I asked as I forced my eyes to return to her face. It seemed that she too had been doing the same, for I caught her rushing to catch my gaze.

" I could say the same to you."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I tried to gather my words. My lord had it really been three years?

" Still have it I see."
I snapped out of my trance and watched her reach out to my waist and let the end of her scarf drape in her hand. Her voice had been gentle and her lips framed in a soft smile, as if it had made her happy to see it. Then it quickly disappeared as she let it fall from her fingers. Three years had caught up and smushed itself all into one moment and suddenly I couldn't find myself to figure out what to do.