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Lilith Aurelius rolled her eyes and made to continue her walk towards Jorrvaskr. She loved taking her daily walks, especially after her daughters funeral. It gave her time to think, and to remember Morgan as her daughter, and not as a heroine of Skyrim. She had never talked to her about it, but she knew that Morgan was not someone to look for fame and fortune, and would have almost certainly hated the pressure that had been placed on her.

But sometimes, even the lowliest person can rise above the rest.

Her family had never been rich. Growing up in Bruma under Thalmor rule had made it extremely hard to build up much gold, especially when the taxes forced upon the Countess of Bruma by the Thalmor increased every year tenfold. Lilith always wondered what had happened in Bruma after her daughter had killed one of the Thalmor's highest ranking officers in Cyrodiil and had fled to Skyrim.

Not that it matters now. She has gone to a place where even they cannot touch her.

"I was talking to you, wench!"

She was jolted out of her musings by a smooth hand gripping her forearm, the sickening nasally voice of Nazeem filling her ears as he continued to speak.

"I was interested in buying the gems off your daughter. I have asked you twice now and you continue to stay silent. I need an answer!"

Lilith spun around, grabbed his elbow and flipped him over her shoulder before kneeling on his chest, her sharpened glass dagger held in a steady hand at his throat. She leaned over and smirked at him.

"This is your answer you pathetic, snivelling piece of dragon shit. Talk to me again and I will carve your tongue out and feed it to Odahviing."

She ignored the foul stench of urine permeating from his breeches and stood up, sheathing the dagger before continuing towards her destination. She gave an apologetic nod to the guard who had been sprinting towards her, and he simply chuckled as she passed him.

Lilith would never get used to this. She had been grown up in a place where friendships were hard to come by, where anyone could betray you for gold. But after the funeral, more and more people of Whiterun had begun to open up to her, asking her questions about herself and her daughter, about where they had learned to fight and so on.

Lilith's favourite question was the one where they asked about Morgan's upbringing and what she had been like growing up.

She smiled as she sat down on a bench, the branches of the Gildergreen tree a welcome shade against the harsh sun.

"But Mother!"

Lilith held back a smile at her daughter's expression. She was holding the small bloody iron dagger close to her heart as though it were the best form of protection she could ask for, her eyes wide and tears beginning to form around the edges.

"But nothing young lady! You are in very deep trouble!"

"But…!"

"Hush! You and the Countess's daughter are as bad as each other, I swear! What were the two of you thinking? You could have been hurt!"

"The guards never DO anything!" Morgan screamed back, and Lilith flinched as she had that strange feeling wash over her, as though an invisible force had tried to hit her.

"Wolves are dangerous! They hunt in packs Morgan, you know this! The guards are here to keep the people inside the walls safe!"

"And what about those that live outside the wolves? Are they just wolf food?"

There were times when Lilith could see herself when Morgan started getting upset, and this was one of those times. She understood her daughter's way of thinking, but she also knew that it was impossible for every person to be protected. She knelt down and brushed a strand of black hair from Morgan's forehead and sighed.

"Morgan. You know as well as I do that not everyone can be saved. Only the Divines can decide who lives and dies, it is a part of life. You know that wolves will never come close to the walls, let alone get past the guards at each gate."

She gently held her daughter's face between her hands and sighed.

"You didn't need to risk your lives to prove yourselves. I am sure that the tow of you will grow up to become fearsome battlemages but until then, you need to take care of yourselves. Do you understand?"

Morgan sniffed and nodded and Lilith smiled as she pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her hair.

"Now get yourself cleaned up. We are going to have something to eat and then we are spending some time at the Castle…hopefully you and the Princess will stay out of trouble until then hm?"

"I love you, Mother."

Lilith opened her eyes, fresh tears beginning to fall once more. She looked up at the clear skies overhead and hoped her daughter would hear her.

"I love you too, my daughter."

Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a dragon's roar splitting the sky.

Morgan sighed as the walls of Whiterun came into view. It had seemed like an eternity since she had last walked through those doors. She patted Odahviing's neck and he set down to the earth with a thud, a plume of dust billowing out from his giant clawed paws.

"You really need to work on your landings," Morgan chuckled as she leapt off his neck.

"When you receive some wings, you can show me how to do it, Dovahkiin," he replied with a chuckle.

"I think he won that round my dear," Serana laughed as she leapt down, looping an arm round Morgan's waist.

Morgan snorted and patted the dragons nose playfully.

"I will call on you again soon my friend, I have an idea…but I need to think it through a little first."

Odahviing nodded and took to the sky, while Serana raised an eyebrow.

She has lost her confidence. Curse that bastard for doing this to her! I will help you my love, I swear it.

Serana kissed her on the side of her neck and smiled as the Dragonborn turned into her embrace, looking up at her with a small smile of her own.

"Come on Little Dragon, we have people to meet. I am sure Lilith will be overjoyed to see you again."

"She will be shocked…upset…angry," Morgan muttered softly.

Serana closed her eyes briefly, thinking hard.

Fool! Lilith was devastated and you know that! Just be there for her, she needs you even more than ever!

Serana opened her eyes and looked deep into that of her lovers, tracing one of her fingers across her cheek as she talked.

"She will not be angry at you for you did nothing wrong, do you understand me? Just trust me on this, I will be right there alongside you my love."

Morgan nodded and Serana gave her a soft kiss on her lips, teasing the skin with her tongue as they broke apart.

"Come, let us rejoin the world my love."

Serana was glad to see a smile appear on Morgans face…she was praying that she could continue to make her happy in the tougher times that were sure to come.

Adrienne threw the hammer onto the worktop and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had been working hard for six straight hours without stopping, and it was beginning to show. She was covered head to foot in dust, sweat and grime from working the forge and she badly needed a bath.

But you haven't really stopped since the Dragonborn died, did you?

As always, it was her husbands voice on her mind, but she always listened to it. She didn't know whether Sheogorath was involved or another Daedric Prince, but she always heeded the words whenever they turned up.

Of course, she knew that the voice was correct in that case. Since the funeral, she had dove into as much work as she possibly could, taking any orders for weapons and armour, just to keep her mind busy. Of course, her beloved husband had tried to stop her from burning out, but the truth was that she could never look at the forge the same way again.

She leant against the pillar, and her mind drifted back…

"Morgan, here again so soon?"

She smiled as the lithe Breton girl gave her a sheepish grin and placed a leather cuirass over the workbench.

"It wasn't my fault Adrienne, honest! Bloody saber cats appear out of nowhere," Morgan replied under her breath, a smile still on her face.

Adrienne chuckled.

"You should now by now that they ambush those that stray near bushes and off the roads."

"This was a pack of them on the main road leading towards Falkreath," Morgan said quietly. "The Companions couldn't find them so I offered to help."

"On your own?" Adrienne asked incredulously.

"No, of course not! I had Lydia with me," Morgan said brightly, and Adrienne laughed, unable to hold it back any longer.

"Morgan, you are one of a kind, you know that?"

There was silence for a few moments and when Adrienne saw the tears building in Morgan's eyes she was worried that she had said something stupid. But when she saw a sad smile, she felt even worse.

"I am the last Dragonborn, but I know what you meant Adrienne. Thank you."

Adrienne walked over and gave the young woman a hug. The poor girl was under too much pressure and she needed an outlet, something to keep her mind off that awful fact of being Skyrim's only possible defence against that of the dragon menace.

"Come on, I think it is time I showed you how to craft ebony…and if you have any dragon scales, I am sure that the two of us could make some armour that even Eorland will be jealous of."

She was glad to see an impish grin on the girls face when they broke apart, and when she also saw that spark of life in her eyes, she knew somehow, that Morgan would prevail.

Adrienne wiped the solitary tear from her eye and smiled.

"You did prevail, and more," she whispered.

She ignored the ear splitting roar of a dragon from outside the walls. Ever since Morgan had died, it seemed as though the dragons had no interest in attacking the main cities. Many people had been curious as to why this had happened, but Adrienne thought she knew why. She believed that they were honouring the Dragonborn in their own way. She didn't know whether it was a temporary truce or not, but when she saw the red dragon take to the skies just outside the walls, she smiled.

That was the dragon that Morgan won over, and he joined her side. It is good to see we still have someone watching over us, scales or otherwise.

She was jolted out of her musings when she heard the guards at the gates gasp and start yelling a name. A name that she thought she would never hear again in such a high spirited manner.

"THE DRAGONBORN!"

Adrienne spun around and she felt her heart stop for a second as she saw none other than Morgan Aurelius walk past, her vampire companion alongside her. She took in the saddened expression of the saviour of Skyrim, the way that she never smiled at anyone, even when they shouted her name.

What happened to the poor girl?

She followed the others as they trailed behind the Dragonborn, the roars of several dragons shattering the peaceful skies.

"DOVAHKIIN! THURI!"

Lydia looked over at the priestess and she frowned.

"How much longer?" she askedwith a heavy sigh.

Danica looked over and gave her a small smile, placing her hand over her swollen stomach.

"It should be anytime soon my dear. Try and relax."

"I would, but I have twins in there and I have no idea what they are waiting for," Lydia snapped. Then she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you."

Danica simply chuckled and patted her hand.

"You are not the first mother I will be helping deliver their children to this world, I know what to expect. Now lie still and tell me the second you start feeling any pain."

Lydia nodded. She had broken her water a mere hour ago and Farkas had escorted her to the temple while keeping any other people out of the room…usually with a few choice words involving his blade and a few parts of people's anatomy. She looked over at the other priestesses who were preparing to deliver her children and she felt a little more at ease.

I wish Morgan were here.

She placed her head back on the pillow as she lay down, and put her hands over her belly, smiling when she felt a pair of kicks responding to her touch.

She would tell me something to put my mind off it. Maybe a joke, or even about our past adventures.

Lydia was under no illusions that the chances of her going on more quests were slim to none, but she had hoped that as they grew up, Morgan would be there with her, helping her come to terms with her change in lifestyle.

She escaped Bruma to get away from the Thalmor, only to find them here. Not to mention getting caught up in a ridiculous civil war and being the one person who could save Skyrim from Alduin.

She often wondered just how Morgan had coped with the pressure, and it was only recently that she knew. When Lilith had returned to Whiterun, it was her that Morgan's mother had sought out first. Lydia would remember the heartbroken woman's face for the rest of her days, the way her eyes had seemed deadened and the way that the older woman had collapsed on the steps of Breezehome in a gale of tears and screams.

After the funeral, they had talked. Lydia felt like she had known her Thane well, but when she heard some of the stories about what Morgan had been like growing up, she realised that she hadn't even come close as to what drove Morgan to do what needed to be done. She closed her eyes and thought back to one particular story…

"You should have seen the state of the place," Lilith chuckled softly, taking a small sip of wine.

Lydia smiled as she imagined the scene. Morgan and her mother had been invited to the castle for a celebration. Despite the Thalmor presence, there had been no trouble. The people of Bruma stayed clear of the elves and never spoke of politics nor of the Divines when in earshot.

Of course, Morgan had changed all that.

Apparently, she had been talking to the Princess (who turned out to be Morgan's best friend), when a pair of young boys had tried asking the two to dance. The Princess had accepted, leaving a disgruntled Morgan alone with a young boy. She had declined the dance politely, stating she had never danced and would end up making a fool of the pair of them, and the boy had taken offence.

He had proclaimed to the room that the girl was nothing more than a street urchin and below his station…and had been knocked out cold by an enraged Morgan.

"Of course, the boy's father had tried to get a hand on her," Lilith laughed.

The man had been kicked three times in the groin and had collapsed onto the ground in wails on pain and embarrassment.

Of course, the Thalmor hadn't even moved, and that meant that it was up to Lilith to calm her daughter down.

"Easier said than done," Lydia remarked with a smile, sipping some water.

Lilith smiled.

"It was like trying to control a storm, I had no chance. It turned out the only person who could ever calm Morgan down when she was upset was the Princess…and she was 'occupied' at that time."

"Why? Where was the Princess?"

"She was with her 'suitor', and was enjoying herself at the time. When Morgan saw she was alone…well, I think that was the first time she used a Shout, even though neither of us knew what it was at the time," Lilith explained, taking another swig of the strong wine.

"What happened?"

"Morgan was grabbed on the shoulder by the Count. He was a kind man, and had a good sense of humour. He had never met Morgan before but he was confident that he could help me calm her down."

Lilith snorted.

"He was blasted backwards forty feet into a throng of people, including the Countess of Cheydinhal. Morgan ran off at that point…"

"Where was she?"

Lilith sighed.

"She had a habit of climbing the chapel. To 'get away from people' she said to me once."

Lydia nodded. She knew what that was like. Trying to prove herself and to others that she could become a good warrior meant she was ridiculed and slandered…but she had prevailed, and so had Morgan at some point.

"The entire town started searching for her. The Princess was the one who ran after Morgan first but my daughter had gone before she had gotten to the door…I trained her too well in stealth it seems."

"I guess the Princess knew where she was?"

"Yes. She had never talked to Morgan about it though, she didn't want to push her for details. Anyway, there were nearly a hundred people there, looking up at my daughter who was glaring at the moons as though it were their fault. She ignored every person who yelled her name…she even ignored anyone stupid enough to insult her directly."

"So how did you get her down?"

Lilith smiled sadly.

"I don't know what happened up there, but there was a cold sensation that ran through all of us, as though all the warmth was being taken from the air itself. We looked up and saw this strange mist envelop her….and when the mist had cleared, she was sitting on the floor with an amazed expression on her face."

"That's…"

"Yes It was like someone was watching over her and brought her to safety. Morgan never said anything to anyone for a full two months following that, and I believe it was that which broke up Morgan and the Princesses' friendship."

"What happened to the Princess?" Lydia asked curiously, shifting slightly as her twins kicked her again.

"After her mother died from an unknown illness, she became Countess of Bruma. I have no idea what she is up to now of course."

There was silence for a few moments and then Lydia smiled sadly.

"You know she will be angry at us for talking about her like this."

"Yes, she will. But she will forgive us, for that is what my daughter is like. I have no wish to join her anytime soon, but we will see her again my dear."

Lydia nodded and took one of Lilith's hands in hers, giving it a squeeze.

And when Lilith gave her a grateful smile, Lydia felt more at peace than she had done for a very long time.

Lydia opened her eyes and that was when she heard the bellowing roars of dragons fill the air…just as she felt a spasm of pain rip through her abdomen.

It's time for my children to join the world.

"DANICA!"

Aela threw the tankard against the wall and sat back in her seat, ignoring the stares of the newest members of the Companions as she let out a loud belch. She smirked when she caught Vilkas muttering to them that 'to stare at her was a death sentence' and tilted her head backwards, staring at the ceiling of Jorrvaskr.

After Morgan's disappearance and Kodlak had forbid anyone from trying to find the Dragonborn after three weeks of fruitless effort, Aela had returned to Jorrvaskr, feeling angry and uneasy. Kodlak had told her she needed rest, but something told Aela that something truly horrific had happened to Morgan, and she hated being so helpless.

So she had continually snuck out of Whiterun, searching for her lost friend. She hunted down the lesser vampires in their caves, tearing them apart piece by piece for information. And when she caught one solitary vampire who had been trying to run to the border, and had started biting him slowly, he had told her some very disturbing facts.

A very powerful vampire had entered Skyrim, searching for a monk of some sort…who had been searching for Morgan specifically. After a few more choice bites, the vampire had screamed that 'it was his Lord's wishes that she pay for her digressions against Him'. Aela didn't know at the time who he had been talking about, and had torn the vampires head from his body after hearing his words.

And then later that night while she had slept, her Lord had told her that the Dragonborn was not dead as such….but taken. Even He didn't know how Morgan had been taken, when the rules of Nirn could never be broken even by the Princes themselves, but he had promised Aela that she would return.

And Aela believed Hircine's words. He had talked to her before, and she always welcomed his counsel. And she knew he was not a liar.

I do not believe she has gone. No chance. She was too great a warrior to fall to Stormcloaks, vampires, feral werewolves, Forsworn or anything else that Skyrim can throw at her.

Aela knew she was being childish but she always stuck to her beliefs. She felt somehow that Morgan would return…she just wished she would do so now.

I never thought I would miss someone so much.

She was used to being a solitary person. The only time she spent time with others was when they drank or when the Circle hunted. The rest of the time, she trained in her archery or with her blades.

There was also the sex of course, but that isn't the same.

She still liked to think about that night in the steaming pools, the two vampires caressing every inch of her body with icy touches that seemed to set her skin on fire. Of course, she had to take a bath afterwards so the others wouldn't sense her arousal, but Aela didn't care about what others thought of her aroma.

She also thought about that day when the Dragonborn returned to Dragonsreach, after the dragon had been defeated at the Western watchtower. She closed her eyes and blocked out the sounds that filled the hallway, thinking back to the time when she first saw Morgan in her element…

"FALL, DAMN YOU!"

Aela fought the urge to roll her eyes at Irileth and let loose another steel tipped arrow, and grinned when it hit her intended mark…just beneath the dragon's eye. It bellowed in pain before falling to the earth as though its wings had fallen off. She made to fire another when a single figure leapt in front of the downed creature, narrowly missing its lethal jaws.

What in the…

The dragon roared again and lunged at the small woman, who leapt over the creature's jaws and landed on its snout, before plunging her steel blade straight into the top of its skull.

"NIID! DOVAHKIIN!"

Aela allowed her arrow finger to loosen and she stood there with a small smile on her face, pushing her hair out of her mouth before placing her bow onto her back. The Whiterun guards were cheering as the dragon let out one last breath before going still, a pool of blood spilling out of its open maw.

"They can be killed after all," she muttered, glancing around at the others.

"GET BACK!"

Aela looked back as two guards sprinted away from the dragons corpse, just as a torrent of magic and light flowed out of the dragon, skin, muscle and organs all dissolving into the maelstrom of light….which went directly into the young woman who had been standing in front of the dragon.

She stayed silent as she warily approached the warrior who had been sent to deal with the dragon. She had never seen any magic such as this, and no-one alive knew what tricks the dragons could conjure.

"I'm fine," the woman said softly as she turned to face her, and Aela smirked.

It was the same woman who had helped defeat the giant a few weeks previously, the same woman who the Jarl had started to take an interest in.

"You get into all sorts of trouble don't you?" Aela chuckled.

The woman smiled.

"Something we may have in common. Aela, wasn't it? Morgan, in case…"

"I remember who you are…someone with an blade style like yours does not go unnoticed you know," Aela smirked, clasping the Bretons hand warmly in greeting.

She took a moment to scent the air.

It had changed somehow. She could still smell the dragon but there were no remains left of it to get such a string smell of fire and smoke. Then she looked sharply at the girl, who staggered slightly before falling onto her knees.

"Ugh…I don't feel…"

Aela stepped to one side as Morgan vomited onto the ground where she had just been standing. Thinking she may have been poisoned, she moved behind the warrior and placed her hands on her back and stomach, a basic healing spell beginning to form in her unskilled hands.

I should have taken up healing spells, she mused as the golden light spilled over Morgan's back.

"I'm fine, thank you. I just felt a little dizzy…" Morgan said softly.

"Dragonborn."

Aela looked up at the guard who had spoken, and she noted the man's eyes were wide, his heart was racing and his skin beginning to glisten with sweat. She looked down at Morgan, who shrugged before slowly standing upright. Aela kept an arm looped around her midriff and she gave her a nod when Morgan looked up at her with a small smile.

Aela ignored the guards beginning to argue and she realised that the scent of the dragon was beginning to get stronger somehow. That was when she figured out here the scent was coming from.

It's her. She smells just like the dragon now.

"You just absorbed its soul," the guard continued, jolting Aela back to reality and out of her silent musings. "Try to Shout. According to the legends, the Dragonborn could Shout without needing to train."

She nodded to Morgan, who took a deep breath. Aela saw a bluish hue beginning to form within her mouth, and she glanced at the guards.

"I would move if…"

"FUS!"

Aela chuckled at the memory and stood up. She needed some fresh air.

And that was when the roar of dragons filled the air.

"Don't just stand there! Get moving!" Vilkas yelled, already at the door, his great sword already out and held in his hands.

Aela brought her bow to bear and kept an arrow notched as she followed suit.

Figures they would come eventually. Morgan was the one they were scared of.

She ran outside, and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw none other than Morgan Aurelius herself walk right past the archway, and to stop right in front of Lilith Aurelius, who had been sitting at the Gildergreen tree. She nodded to Serana, who gave her a small nod in return, and Aela moved closer to the Dragonborn, eager to hear what she had to say.

Lilith glanced up at the sky when she heard the deafening sound of multiple dragons and she felt a sensation run through her, as though someone had just walked past her after they had only just been sitting next to her a moment ago.

Then she heard people saying a name she never thought she would hear again with such vigour and joy.

"Morgan!"

"Dragonborn!"

"Thane!"

She looked downwards and she felt her heart skip at least one beat when her eyes met those of her daughters.

"Morgan?" she whispered.

Then Morgan smiled, sitting down next to her and placing her hand on top of hers. Lilith felt her cool fingers intertwining with hers and that was when she knew she wasn't dreaming. She was dimly aware of over a hundred people surrounding the Gildergreen tree, but her gaze was fixed on Morgans. She squeezed Morgans hand as well, ignoring the tears that were beginning to blur her vision.

She's come back! Bless you, Divines.

"I'm here, Mother. I'm here."