I knowwwwwww, cliffhangers are bad... :P

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter :) To answer the main question I received, it wasn't Serana but a shade/ghost of her. Molag Bal just wanted Morgan to see the person she loved just to break her resolve *nods*

Anyway, onwards!...

Morgan's eyelids fluttered as she fought for consciousness. The silver light filtered through her laden lids in soft pastels. Each of her eyelids felt as though they weighed a thousand pounds. It was almost painful for her to move them. The sterling resplendence filled her eyes and a silhouette appeared in her vision.

"Serana…?" Her hoarse voice croaked the solitary word out.

"No my sweet Champion, I am not your Love."

The words floated to her ears carried on the wing beats with splendour.

Morgan struggled against the lustrous light, trying to focus on the woman in front of her. Her vision split and for a second she saw two silhouettes. Her vision finally focused on the pale haired beauty. The blush rose crown adorned the woman's head, worn over her pale hair. Her cerulean eyes were full of caring set in her moonlight pale face.

Morgan blinked in disbelief.

"Welcome to Moonshadow, my beautiful one." The pale face of the woman before her filled with the Daedric Prince's smile. The woman was so blindingly beautiful, it made Morgan ache to look at her.

Morgan for a long while took in her every detail. The length of her hair, the colour of her eyes, the pinkness of her lips… each detail exquisite and flawless. The Prince seemed to almost be amused, but the concern still showed in her eyes.

"Moonshadow…?" Morgan barely managed the second word.

Azura simply nodded and motioned to the large room around her. "You are with me, in my castle, Morgan."

Morgan glanced around the room. The light was so bright she felt blinded by it. She covered her eyes as Azura moved to give her a better view.

The argentite room was filled with beautiful objects she almost couldn't distinguish. The pastel light that filtered through paned glass, was every colour including soft white. The luster it brought out from the walls and objects of the room gave her the sense that everything was made of silver.

Morgan looked back at Azura. "How did I get here?" Morgan's throat felt raw. She looked back into the Prince's eyes and saw the cold fury filling them. Morgan chanced moving in the slightest only to feel the restraining hand push against her, the smooth skin of Azura's palm resting on Morgan's collarbone.

"You my, dear one, were forcibly sent here. But, that is of no concern of yours." A silver goblet appeared in the air next to Morgan's face. "Drink this and rest. It will help you heal."

Morgan reached out, taking the floating goblet and looking at the golden ichor. "What is it?"

"Blood of a Winged Twilight… her blood will heal you."

Azura moved back and Morgan caught her hand. "Why are you doing this for me?"

Azura looked down at her hand and Morgan made to move, but Azura held her gently in place with a gentle smile. "You gave my Priest comfort without question. Though you are a creation of a Daughter of Coldharbour, your heart and compassion for that which is mine is true. You, Morgan, are my Champion. For that, you will always have my favour."

Morgan sat up quickly and her head spun. Her muscles screamed in protest and she slumped back into the pillows. Azura gently sat at the edge of the bed, resting a hand on Morgan's forehead.

"Not so fast, my impatient one. Please… drink." Azura pressed the goblet to her lips and Morgan drank deeply. Her eyelids instantly growing heavy, once more. "Now, rest. You are safe with me…"

Morgan sank back into sleep.

Morgan couldn't help staring at everything as she walked. The Daedra that fluttered next to her kept smiling at her and batting her eyelashes at Morgan. The silver hues of the majestic castle were amazing. So much so, she barely noticed the Winged Twilight, when she finally did, she couldn't help but find it amusing.

Morgan walked down the expansive hallways, her long white dress trailing along the clean tiled floor behind her. She had awoken to find the dress hung up nearby, along with a change of undergarments. The smooth silk caressed her skin and every time she ran her hands along the fabric, she felt her love and appreciation for Azura increase. Each room they passed was more stunning than the last. The long corridor was light by skylight, the pale light constantly changing in shade. Each colour so striking it made her only feel joy as she made her way to the throne room of the large castle.

Morgan entered the throne room and made a line toward the woman in the deep blue dress tending the roses near her throne. Morgan's smile filled her face taking in the gorgeous woman. Her low cut dress revealing her ample cleavage and Morgan couldn't help but think Azura was easily more attractive than Meridia.

"Ah, my sleeping Champion finally stirs from her slumber." Azura handed the roses to her attendant and swept forward to greet Morgan.

"My Queen." Morgan bowed her head as Azura pulled Morgan's hands into her own.

"How are you feeling?"

Morgan stared into her eyes, she couldn't help feeling cared about as Azura searched her. "I'm fine, thank you."

The smile filled her face and it was infectious. "Come then, sit with me."

Morgan obeyed and walked with Azura to the couches near the windows. Azura held her hand firmly yet gently as they sat. Morgan took a moment and gathered her courage. She had only dreamt of one thing in her slumber, and that had been of Serana.

"My Queen, I wish to return home."

For a moment, Azura's smile faltered. "Of course. But first, you must know something. It may not be easy for you to hear…"

Morgan sat forward, worried.

"Do you know how long you have been here for?" Azura never broke her eye contact with Morgan.

Morgan shook her head, more worried now than ever.

"Today is the thirty first mortal day since you arrived." Morgan felt her jaw fall open, but Azura continued. "You were tricked into thinking you would be away for only a day. In truth, you were away for a day in His realm. But you have been here for the remainder of that time."

Morgan felt queasy and she was grateful for Azura's calming presence. The Daedric Prince ran her fingers along Morgan's knuckles, and the motion soothed Morgan's state of mind.

"Forgive me for telling you so soon."

Morgan managed to smile slightly.

"Thank you. I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am, My Queen."

Azura smiled and caressed Morgan's cheek gently, her smile saddened yet glad.

Azura stood up and Morgan followed suit. Morgan stepped forwards and sank into Azura's embrace. She had never felt so safe. She felt Azura place a gentle kiss on her forehead and Morgan shivered in delight at the touch.

"For your service to me I will return you to your home." Morgan simply nodded, relieved. Her mind flashed though her every thought, each focused solely on Serana. "For what you did for my priest and for returning my necklace I shall grant you your boon, Morgan. What is your desire?"

"I said I do not want anything," Serana growled, throwing the thrall away from her with a blast of magic. She never glanced at the unfortunate thrall as he staggered away. She also ignored the glances that the others gave her.

Why should I care, it's not as if I have anything left anymore.

She hissed and reached for the goblet of blood and drained the contents before throwing the container against the wall, the shattered shards spraying across the floor. Serana paid them no mind and looked at her nails.

It has been a whole month and now I know she has gone. They all leave me in the end. Maybe I should go back into slumber for another few thousand years. Maybe one day there might be another who could fill the chasm left in my still chest.

Serana sobbed as the image of Morgan came into her head once more.

Those long black strands of hair I loved to run my fingers through when making love. Those eyes full of caring and understanding. Her blood, liquid fire hot enough to burn any normal vampire into ash yet to me is the most satisfying taste I have ever had. Her stunning body, the body she always gave to me willingly.

She felt the tears fall again and made no attempt to move them.

And now she is gone, taken from me when we had settled ourselves into a comfortable relationship. She should have been with me forever. And now she is gone, and I am alone.

Serana stood up, her action causing the other vampires in Castle Volkihar to scatter. The last time she had stood up, she had almost killed three thralls with her bare hands in her grief, and even Vingalmo left her be after that. Serana also hated herself for what she had done…she did not wish to become her father. She walked across the throne room and glanced down at the young woman lying there. She had given up trying to get the others from bringing cattle onto the tables to feed. She gently took the woman's hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

"Have you ever lost someone you loved more than anything?"

The woman nodded weakly. Serana could feel her heartbeat stutter. She knew that the little bastard who had fed off of her had taken too much, and now the woman was dying slowly from blood loss. She leant over and caressed the woman's cheek with her finger.

"I envy you. You will soon pass into the afterlife and you shall join your loved one. But I shall not."

Serana let her fangs graze the woman's neck before sinking them into her flesh. She kept hold of the woman's hand reassuringly as she ended her life. And when she retracted her fangs and closed her unseeing eyes, Serana fought to blink back the tears that obscured her vision.

"Be at peace, young one," she whispered.

A blast of fire erupted from Serana's fingers, her magic immolating the corpse with white hot fire. She glared at Ronthil, who flinched when she pointed a finger at the charred ash on the table.

"Clean that up. And the next time someone brings a mortal up here, I will banish them."

Ronthil nodded and moved quickly to obey. Serana walked back to her seat and sat down, looking at the double doors like she had done for the last few weeks, half expecting Morgan to come bursting through the doors with a smile on her face.

I couldn't stay in the Sanctuary any longer. Lilith's grief was too much for me to bear. I will seek her out again when I am ready, but she needs more time. Everyone else can fuck themselves.

All of Skyrim believed she was dead. There had been a funeral held in her honour in Whiterun, but Serana couldn't bring herself to attend. She had holed herself in her room in the castle after wrecking half of the castle, and only came out when someone had left an injured Stormcloak soldier at her door. She had drained the man dry before incinerating the corpse. For the first time since she had been awoken, she was unsure what she should do. She couldn't even muster the courage to see Elisif, who was surely hurting from the loss of her friend.

Serana swiped at the blood potion on the table and watched it shatter on the floor, blood pooling in the shards of glass.

I might go back to sleep…maybe the pain will lessen when I am not aware of it.

The room began to shake all of a sudden, and vampires appeared from every corridor that led into the main hall. Serana looked around and sighed.

"It's stormy outside," she muttered.

"With respect, My Lady," Garan replied tensely. "The stone is too thick for any storm to harm the castle unless it were the same strength that destroyed half of Winterhold in the Great Collapse."

Serana hissed at him, but Garan bowed and stood his ground before looking at the centre of the room. And he stared as a thick black ooze leaked out of the cracks between the stone tiles. The vampires did not move as a twin set of curved spikes shot out of the ooze, forming a symbol.

"A sigil of Oblivion," Garan muttered in fascination.

Serana said nothing, she thought it was one of the Court summoning something like a flesh atronach.

Wouldn't be the first time someone did something that stupid.

A portal appeared between the two rocky outcroppings and Serana snorted, looking down at her fingernails. Which meant she missed what came out of the portal.

The vampires backed away as a woman emerged, a long white and silver dress trailing behind her gracefully. They began to bow at the stranger as the portal crumbled into ash behind the woman, who spotted Serana and walked over to her before gently holding her face with her hands, a soft smile on her face.

"Serana."

Serana snorted as she looked at the being holding her face.

"Is that the best you can do?" she growled. "You look like Morgan but you are not her. She is dead and I am still here. So that means you cannot be her."

The woman sighed before placing her lips on hers, a gentle kiss that was much less than what she wished to give her at that moment. When she broke apart, Serana was blinking but she began to shake her head.

"You kiss like her as well. That means nothing. If you are Morgan, you would know what nickname I give her."

The woman smirked.

"Little Dragon," she purred, the ground shaking again as she used her thu'um.

Serana felt the tears falling again. She hesitantly reached out and placed a hand on Morgan's silk-clad thigh, running her fingers along the fabric of her dress. She then moved her hand upwards and let it rest on Morgan's cheek.

"Morgan?"

Morgan smiled.

"It's me my love. I am here."

Serana cried again as she grabbed Morgan and held her on her lap. She kissed Morgans collarbone as she embraced her, and she held onto her as hard as she dared.

"It really is you, isn't it? It's not Sheogorath messing with my mind is it?"

Morgan let go of Serana's head only to push her back into her seat, ignoring the vampires staring at them. She leaned onto Serana as she straddled her lap, her dress smothering Serana's lower body. Morgan wrapped her arms around Serana's neck and kissed her again, this time showing her just how badly she had missed her. Serana groaned as the kiss continued and it was only when Morgan broke the kiss that Serana stopped wriggling underneath her.

"It really is me," Morgan whispered. "I have much to tell you."

"As do I," Serana echoed. "Come on, we need to talk in private."

Morgan stood up and kept her arm around Serana's midriff as she stood as well. Serana glared at the vampires and they took the cue to run as fast as they could. Morgan raised her eyebrow but said nothing.

It isn't as if I was the only person who had a bad month Morgan winced, the image of Elissa swimming into her mind. She took a breath and let that memory fade, knowing it would be back again soon…

Serana grimaced as she led Morgan into what used to be her fathers study. During the last week, she had thrown every single book, goblet and furniture all over the room in a fit of despair, and she hadn't bothered cleaning it up since. But when Morgan gave her an understanding nod, she felt a little better. She sat down and once again, Morgan perched herself on her lap, resting her head against Serana's shoulder.

"So, what has happened during my…absence?" Morgan asked after a few moments of silence.

Serana tilted her head and gave Morgan a light kiss on her lips before reaching out and passing her a goblet of colovian brandy. She grabbed one for herself and took a sip before sighing heavily, looking at the ceiling.

"I will start from the beginning…" Serana trailed off.

"What do you mean, she is missing?" Elisif asked.

Serana couldn't meet the young woman's searching gaze. She looked at the night sky instead and tried her best to ignore the shrine to Meridia nearby.

"Morgan went missing a day or two ago. She left the sanctuary on what should have been a simple patrol. And she never returned. All I found was her blade and the sheath. There were also cremated remains of what looked like a priest as well as the remains of a vampire."

"Was Morgan…"

Serana looked up and instantly felt sorry for the young Jarl standing there. Elisif's jaw was shaking and Serana knew it was not from the cold air that whirled around them. She knew that Elisif feared the worst yet also did not wish to know the answer.

"I..I do not know. I found none of her armour or anything else belonging to her…it's like she…vanished."

"Is anyone searching for her?"

"Yes. All of us are scouring the land. We have a few people out of our group searching also…so far, no-one has seen or heard anything."

Elisif walked over and pulled Serana into her embrace. Serana fought to keep her fangs from extending as the hot body of the young woman fired up her instincts to feed. Instead, she hugged Elisif in return, trying not to hear the sobs coming from the widow.

"You have not heard or seen her either?" Serana wailed as Odahviing and Paarthurnax bowed their heads in the negative.

"No, we have not," Odahviing mumbled. "But…"

"But what?!" Serana yelled, the ground shaking softly under her feet.

"Breath and focus," Paarthurnax instructed softly. "Do not let your grief consume you."

"It has been two fucking weeks since I last saw her!" Serana yelled, the ground shaking a little more fiercely. "No-one in Skyrim seems to have any idea where she is! And now those bastards in blue are claiming she is dead and Skyrim is free of the dragon menace!"

Serana stopped her tirade as Odahviing's snout nudged her torso and she sobbed as she stroked his scales.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lashed out at you…what were you going to say? Please. I need to know if…if she is gone."

Odahviing let a soft stream of smoke out of his nostrils before replying.

"We have a connection with the Dovahkiin. We can sense her presence, and she can sense ours. It means it is very difficult, if not impossible, to take another dovah by surprise."

"So…can you sense her?" Serana whispered.

"Niid, we cannot. We do know her soul has not passed on…more she…vanished from Keizaal."

But Sithis owns our souls now…surely he wouldn't take Morgan so soon after only just starting getting the Dark Brotherhood back to its former strength.

"So that means…NO!" Serana screamed, moving away from the two dragons.

"Serana."

Serana ignored the gold dragon and sprinted away from the Throat of the World as fast as she could, tears streaming from her face. She didn't want anything else to do with Skyrim and its people. Morgan had given everything for them and only a few still thought she was a heroine. After her disappearance, Ulfric had managed to sway more people into his way of thinking.

And after what had happened in Morthal….

Morgan sniffed and felt her tears fall as she held onto Serana. She had no idea what had happened since she was recovering in Azura's realm and she had only been conscious for a single day there.

"Serana…I am so sorry."

Serana kissed her, ignoring her tears and apology.

"Hush. You are back now, that is all that matters. Now…tell me what happened to you."

Morgan winced.

"I…."

Elissa laughing as she kissed her again, the chains on her limbs holding her down….

"Could I…"

The silence as her trials were complete. Elissa slowly slid off her stomach and lay on top of her instead, her tongue trailing across her neck while her hands glided along her body. And Molag Bal's laughter as he left the hall, the shade of Serana vanishing with him.

"You survived. Very impressive. And before you go, you are mine for a while. Now, what should we do to pass the time while My Lord arranges your leave?…"

"Please…"

"You still think of her? Hmph, I do not know why. I am His favourite daughter now after all."

"I love…"

"I love you," Morgan muttered.

Serana saw how Morgan's eyes glazed over, as though she was seeing something else. She gently took her head in her hands and searched her gaze.

"Morgan? I am here. Come back to me."

After a few moments, Morgan blinked and Serana smiled slightly.

"You are safe with me my love. You do not have to tell me anything right now…but I have to ask…..how did you get here in an Oblivion portal?"

Morgan gave a smile of her own, and Serana was glad that this smile was full of happiness, if a little saddened.

"Brace yourself," Morgan said quietly…and told her everything that had happened with Azura and what the Daedric Prince had offered her.

"By the blood. Azura? You…you were in Moonshadow? Was it as…"

"Almost as beautiful as you," Morgan smiled.

"Flatterer," Serana snorted, twirling her fingers in Morgan's long hair. "So what did you reply?"

Morgan was about to respond when a swirling cloud of purple and white light appeared in the centre of the room. Even from twenty feet away, they could feel the vast energy that the disturbance was giving off. Morgan gasped when she felt something familiar…

I can smell rose petals, like the ones in Her garden.

The cloud vanished, and both vampires gasped as a single figure emerged. They did not stare at the shimmering black dress the woman wore, nor did they look at her black shoes or gloves. Because they were staring at someone very familiar to both of them. Serana stood up and walked closer, blinking rapidly as though someone were trying to play a trick on her.

The figure turned around and she smiled.

"Serana?"

Serana walked closer, close enough for her to gently reach out and take the woman's outstretched hand.

"Mother?"

A/N: Hehehe :D Reviews and feedback are welcome :D Thanks to redchillismoke for her help, I could not have done this chapter without you :DDDDD