Sorry for the slow update...I blame Fallout 4 :P

This chapter is for those who wanted a little Morgan/Serana/family fluff :) Oh, and a little foreshadowing at the end of course muhahaha ;D

"Alright, that's enough from the pair of you."

"But Mama!" the two girls echoed in perfect unison.

"No 'buts' and don't try the soft eyes, they don't work on me," Morgan instructed while hiding a smile. "Do your chores and maybe you can stay up a little later."

The girls exchanged a look before scampering away. Morgan rolled her eyes and allowed the smile to slip out. Runa was the confident one while Lucia preferred to use charm and persuasion.

The two of them together are downright lethal.

She had been home a week now and already she could understand what her mother had gone through while just taking care of one child. Runa had been slightly disgruntled that Morgan and Serana had arrived before she and Brelyna had done, but when she met a sister, she had become a beacon of energy and enthusiasm.

And she was not as shocked as I was.

Morgan smiled wider.

Lucia had been ecstatic at meeting her new mother and while she had been surprised at first, Morgan had bonded almost instantly with the orphan, and she had learnt the whole saddening story of how her parents and guardians had abandoned her at a young age. Morgan had ensured she filed the information away for a future 'visit' to the bastards that had thrown her away.

Morgan had also been highly amused at how the girls talked to Serana like a second mother. And seeing Serana's flustered expression always made her laugh. She was glad that Jordis was around to keep an eye on them. She was so patient with them, something that Morgan was a little jealous of.

"Having fun?"

Morgan sighed as Serana sat on her lap with a bemused expression.

"The girls are sweeping the bedroom floors so hard that I believe the wood may need to be replaced with stone or maybe dragon hide," Serana grinned. "And you said you didn't know anything about children."

Morgan snorted.

"It's like a form of blackmail."

"Something they are extremely adept at," Serana chuckled as she nuzzled her nose into Morgan's neck.

Morgan smiled and hugged Serana tightly.

"Fighting dragons? I can do that. Bandits and Stormcloaks? No problem. But two children with devilish smiles and an ability to melt the coldest heart with a smile? No fucking idea how to cope with it."

Serana giggled.

"I don't know about that. They listened to you in the end, adopted mother and Dragonborn or otherwise. And seeing as at least one if them is going to become an assassin in the future…well, that's a good sign if I have ever seen one."

"I guess you're right. I just want this war done with."

Serana placed a gentle kiss on her throat.

"It will be soon enough. The remaining Imperial armies have already passed through."

That was true enough. In the past week, dozens of soldiers had passed the house and had even saluted Morgan whenever anyone had seen her. Rikke had paid a brief visit and had been smiling as the two children had been clinging to Morgan's midriff while staring at the bulky armoured woman standing at their doorstep.

One more day before the assault on Windhelm would begin.

Morgan had spent so much time with her daughters she had not had the time to prepare for the coming battle. She squeezed Serana's midriff and smiled at her love, who smirked down at her.

"Eager to get into the fight, Little Dragon?" Serana said with an amused chuckle.

"I have an idea."

"Oh shit," Serana joked but then playfully narrowed her eyes. "Dare I ask what you have planned?"

Morgan grinned.

"It sound stupid but….I adore the blade that Eorland created for me but I feel as though I need one of my own design. Something that I can bond with."

Serana nodded.

"You don't need to explain. I know the feeling. Luckily for you, you have so much information within your blood and the memories of the dragons you have slain, creating a blade of your own should be easy if you have the materials."

Morgan smirked and stood up, giggling as Serana yelped at her sudden movement.

"Materials? Follow me," she smiled, walking down the stairs with Serana right behind her.

"By the blood," Serana breathed.

"Like what you see?"

Serana nodded mutely and stared at the basement before her. Stacks of raw metals held within reinforced crates lined the walls, with refined metals placed close to workbenches and crafting stations for easy access. Various weapons were stored in open barrels, and Serana raised an eyebrow at Morgan, who grinned innocently.

"I hoarded every weapon and armour piece I could find. And seeing as the traders of Skyrim aren't able to buy all these items I thought it would be easy to smelt them down and reuse the raw materials instead of buying from passing traders," Morgan explained.

"Morgan…there's enough here to create a metal dragon sculpture or something," Serana exclaimed.

Morgan laughed.

"It's better than letting them go to waste."

Serana nodded again.

"Steel…ebony? Moonstone? What the…daedric weapons and armour?"

Morgan giggled as she wrapped her arms around Serana from behind and smiled.

"Don't forget the dragonbone and scales," she remarked.

Serana felt as though her eyesight would vanish when she caught sight of the mountain of bone and scales stashed in one corner of the room.

She must have killed dozens to get this amount.

"You've been thinking ahead haven't you?" Serana asked as she turned around and pulled her lover into her embrace. "Have you ever had any time for yourself since you arrived in Skyrim?"

Morgan shook her head.

"Not really. I never had the time."

"Well, once this war has ended, you will have all the time you want….with me at your side," Serana purred as she captured Morgan's lips with her own, feeling that familiar pull of their blood bond strengthening at the contact.

Morgan shuddered as Serana deepened the kiss and she sighed as they parted.

"Later," Serana teased. "I want to see what you make."

Morgan growled mockingly, Serana bursting out into a sniggering fit.

"Patience, Little Dragon" she grinned as she used her limited knowledge of the thu'um.

Morgan rolled her eyes but she was smiling as Serana spun away with a graceful twirl, giving Morgan a bow that she recalled using thousands of years ago.

"Tell me what you need, master smith," Serana said with a wink.

"You with no clothes on," Morgan muttered under her breath as she passed Serana, her smile widening when she felt Serana's hand caress her thigh as she went by.

"Tease," Serana whispered as she followed, feeling happier and becoming increasingly curious as to what Morgan was going to create.

Lilith Aurelius smiled as the two young girls awoke and instantly bombarded poor Jordis in a dual attack as the housecarl attempted to fend them off by picking them up in her arms and pretending to crush them.

"Got you!" Jordis yelled.

"Grandma! Help us!" Lucia shrieked.

"Tell Mama we need help!" Runa added.

"I have you both!" Jordis laughed.

"Maybe your mother is working with Jordis," Morgan said as she walked through the door, Serana right behind her. "Maybe your mother asked Jordis to get you so I could!"

Morgan grabbed her daughters in each arm and tickled them, laughing as they squealed. She tickled them for a few minutes before setting them down.

"You two are up early," Morgan remarked.

"So are you, Mama," Runa said as she twirled a strand of hair in her fingers.

"She was making something special," Serana said softly.

Morgan smiled and pulled out an object wrapped in cloth and laid it on the table. Lilith noted that Morgan's face was streaked with metallic dust and coal smoke and she smiled. She had had an inking that Morgan would use the smithing basement fairly soon.

Morgan unwrapped the cloth and Lilith breathed out heavily as she stared at Morgan's handiwork.

A long sword with a dragonbone hilt, with small serrations running down the edge of what seemed to be a cross of ebony and daedric metal. The crossguard was crafted to resemble two dragon maws roaring. Lilith managed to breathe in and gently ran her finger along the hilt, amazed at how smooth it was. She glanced at Serana, who was smiling widely at her.

"It's beautiful…how did you…"

Morgan smiled at her mother.

"The souls I…absorbed, hold all kind of lost knowledge. Thanks to Serana's teaching about souls, I was able to tap into the information. I do have a headache though."

"That's because you spent all night at the forge," Serana smirked. "Good thing you don't require sleep any longer."

"Can you make me one?" Runa asked.

Morgan smiled.

"When you are both a little older, I will make both of you a new weapon," Morgan promised.

"What about your current sword? You never parted with it since you had it," Jordis commented.

"It's being hung up on this plaque," Morgan said as she placed the blade onto the plaque. "I just feel as though I need to use this newly crafted blade."

Serana smiled. She knew what Morgan truly felt about the dragon one blade she had used since Eorland had created it for her. Morgan was a person who liked to challenge herself. Serana didn't think it was anything connected to her dragon soul, she felt as though Morgan was uncomfortable using the blade made for her.

My little dragon is a stubborn one.

Serana smiled wider as Morgan embraced her adopted children.

She is so patient with them. A pity that the people of Skyrim aren't as intelligent.

Serana had no illusions of the future. While Morgan had been busy crafting her very own weapon, she had been reading many books that the small library had held. She was most intrigued by the mortal becoming a demigod. She briefly wondered if any other mortal would be chosen and dismissed the thought soon after.

No one will ever figure out the whims of the gods. I figured that out long ago.

Serana's mind was focused on the hidden truths behind these tales of previous champions. Her mother always taught her that every book always had a hidden truth, a fact that most readers were never aware of. And in every book she had read over the night, Serana saw a truth that troubled her.

Mortals had short memories and were quick to forget or even betray those that had helped them in the past.

The Champion of Cyrodiil was a prime example. Serana was amazed that neither Lilith or Morgan knew that Lucinda Aurelius had had a book written about her. Serana made the mental note to show Morgan the book later on before thinking back to what she had figured out.

Lucinda had saved the province and possibly all of Nirn by thwarting Mehrunes' plot of invading the world using Oblivion gates. Then she had vanished and became a piece of Sheogorath…although none knew of that fact. It had taken a mere forty years before the mortals had begun to slander their heroines name.

The book went on to describe how Lucinda had treated the people, and how a strange trail of death seemed to follow her. It even went as far as to incriminate her to the death of the Emperor and how the Blades had been fooled by her treachery.

Serana rolled her eyes. Lies would always stick, especially if none were around to counter them with facts.

And as she watched Morgan tickle her daughters, Serana couldn't help but worry.

They will betray her one day. Everything she has done, every sacrifice she has made will be for naught. Even when this war ends…and she will definitely end it, eventually all her friends and even her family will be gone. And only I will be able to keep her safe.

Serana also realised that books would be created about her love.

The Last Dragonborn. The one who defeated the World Eater, Alduin.

They would forget her in time.

But I will not. I will be at her side like always.

Serana managed a smile as Morgan came over to take her hand. She felt the familiar pull she had felt ever since Morgan had awoken her from her slumber and pulled her Little Dragon to her.

Mine.

"Even though you don't need sleep you do need to rest," Serana remarked quietly.

"Go on," Lilith picked up the unspoken hint instantly. "I will take care of the children."

Morgan smiled gratefully at her mother before walking into their private room and closing the doors behind her. She leaned backwards as Serana wrapped her arms around her waist.

"I have something to show you,"Serana said softly.

Morgan grinned as she walked to the bed and pulled Serana down on top of her.

"Tell me later," Morgan purred.

Serana smiled.

Later on, I will show her….her fingers are very nice….

Morgan sighed and continued to read through the book that Serana had found and had handed to her. She truly had no idea that a book had been created about one of her ancestors.

"And I know now that this author was a complete shit," Morgan muttered as she came to the next chapter, rolling her eyes at the title.

"The Myth and the Truth," she sighed.

She knew what was coming but she wished to read the whole thing. And set fire to it afterwards.

Lucinda Aurelius was a charlatan. A woman who used whatever means she deemed necessary for her own ends. There can be no doubt of her involvement at the massacre within the walls of Skingrad. An entire building of various citizens found murdered and the one witness who claimed to have seen Lucinda was found with his throat slashed the next evening.

While Lucinda was never proven guilty, she was never proven innocent either. The fact that she disappeared soon after the Oblivion Crisis and has not been seen since suggests that she had something to hide.

The Empire claims she is a hero. A person that rose to the challenge posed to her and prevailed. But I believe otherwise.

Every witness account within the last six months all claim she became paler, her eyes changing from a vibrant blue to a strange reddish colour. She claimed to one person that she had contracted a disease that changed her eye pigments. A good claim although once again, there was no evidence of her buying excessive amounts of healing potions or even trying to see one of the many healers available within the Mages Guild.

The facts speak for themselves. Pale skin, eyes changing colour and the fact that every witness spoke to her in low light environments suggests one simple truth.

Lucinda Aurelius was not a sweet, innocent traveller. She was a former prisoner according to the records, a fact that the Empire continues to ignore. Not only was she a criminal, she was in fact a foul creature born from the shadows.

A vampire.

A filthy beast that feeds on the blood of the innocent.

The Empire can ignore the warning signs as much as they wish, but being immune to the passage of time suggests that Lucinda may not be deceased like many believe. She could be asleep, waiting for the right time to finish what she started.

We can only hope that her bloodline was cut off when she was turned into a monster, but a person who foiled the plot of the Prince of Destruction is not to be underestimated…

"Fucker," Morgan murmured as she placed the book to the side.

Is this what awaits me in the future? Will the people of Skyrim forget and create lies about me?

She sighed again and glanced at Serana, who was lying next to her, her eyes closed.

Is this why Serana showed this to me? Is she warning me that while I have friends now, that will change in the future? Even if I were to somehow find a way of becoming mortal again, Odahviing once explained to me that the souls I absorbed would increase my lifespan by hundreds, if not thousands of years.

Morgan lay down and smiled a little as Serana's arms coiled around her a few seconds afterwards. She held her lovers hands in hers and felt a surge of bliss course through her.

That's the future. You aren't there yet so just concentrate on the present. Your daughters need you. Your mother needs you. Serana needs you.

Morgan closed her eyes.

I will not fail them. And it starts with ending this war.

Quaranir shuddered as the three of them appeared within the Dragonborn's home. Teleportation was a magic use lost to time. It had been common within Morrowind during the Third Era and few mages had had the ability to use it. Thankfully, the Psijic Order had acquired the tomes needed and used it in extreme emergencies such as now.

He wondered why the Council had come to this decision. Infiltrating the home of the most dangerous person in the province was risky.

In fact, it's suicidal. She has killed with a mere whisper. If she awakes and sees us, there will only be one outcome.

The Order usually stayed clear of the affairs of those living outside their ranks. But after Morgan had described a red haired woman, an immediate Council session had been called. He knew why of course. The red haired woman had been seen by many of the Elder Scroll researchers and Quaranir had figured out that the scrolls were warning them in their own strange way.

But what does Morgan Aurelius have to do with this woman? The only woman we know of that she has come into contact with is the vampire that fled to Solstheim before vanishing from our Sight.

But the order had come through. Morgan needed to have this woman wiped from her memory, or at least suppressed so she would not remember her easily, even if they met. Such magic was dangerous and he knew that the two mages alongside him could possibly die if something went wrong.

He peeked into the room and couldn't help but smile as he noticed the two adopted children sleeping soundly in their beds, the soft snoring indicating they would not be an issue. He nodded to the others and the three of them surrounded the bed, soft tendrils of blue magic connecting them.

Quaranir looked down at the slumbering figure and sighed quietly.

Forgive me, but this is for the greater good.

The magic thrummed between them and all three shivered as they were assaulted by the memories of the Dragonborn.

So much pain. Destruction and death follows her like a cloak.

The red haired woman appeared in their minds and Quaranir used his mind to transfer the memory into a grand soul gem. He noted the others were slumped to the ground and were merely unconscious and made to withdraw his mind from that of Morgan's.

And that was when a pale hand shot out to grasp his wrist, hard enough that the bones began to break.

He gasped and looked down to see the set of jet black eyes looking back at him. There was a moment of silence before a soft, demonic chuckle followed.

"You think this will work? You cannot hide that which will happen."

"This….is not possible," Quaranir winced as the pressure increased.

"Fool. Our minds are one. She will remember eventually. Time is on her side, not yours. Your little group lives in the past while she will carry her strength into the future. You toy with forces beyond your understanding."

Quaranir attempted to move the hand and almost cried out when he heard the bones finally shatter from the Dragonborn's inhumane strength.

"You have been warned, mage. The consequences are yours. The Dragon will wake when she finds out and your death will follow."

"Who…are you?"

The chuckle chilled him to the core and he was pulled down so that their noses touched.

"I am her true self, the one that guides her when all feels lost. I am the one who awakes when she is betrayed or is threatened beyond her control. Her soulmate and I are connected now and she welcomed me openly. The three of us will do great things together."

"You are the Dragon."

The Last Dragonborn smiled.

"Very good. Now leave before she wakes and dresses the room with your internal organs."

Quaranir winced again as he was released and managed to rouse his companions before they were returned to the halls of the Order. He reported in to his superiors, who became increasingly agitated when they were informed of how the Dragonborn seemed to have a twin personality. But the Order was pleased with the results and they all deemed the matter as closed.

Yet Quaranir remained wary. As he glanced down at his hand, now being slowly healed by the potions and the healers within the building, his fear increased tenfold. Morgan had been pissed at him at their first meeting. And now her alter-ego seemed to have a lesser opinion of him than that of Morgan.

Two souls interlinked into one body. How does she live with the guilt of the murders she has performed? How does she cope with the knowledge that she kills so efficiently and likes it?!

It was not his place to judge her, however. They had just performed a memory spell on her after all. He closed his eyes and tried to wipe the black eyes that had looked right into his very soul and had chilled his body to the core.

I did what was necessary. The Elder Scrolls are not to be trusted. Besides, how could a vampire and this woman meet when not one person matches the description? A red haired woman with three scars on her face, yellow eyes and the blood of the wolf coursing through her veins?

They were overreacting, surely. He nodded and took a deep breath. The small crisis had been averted. Morgan would live out her life without knowing the spell had been performed on her without her consent. And their Order would endure, ensuring that the Thalmor would fail in their quest to rule over the entirety of Nirn.

He smiled.

He had nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.

AN: Thanks for reading! Happy Holidays everyone :D Stay safe and I will hopefully have the next chapter out soon :)