It seems safe to say his journey is over.

The Nerevarine had fufilled his destiny, he had wiped out the Tribunal. He slayed Dagoth Ur in a long, tired, exhausting fight. He defeated the mad god Almalexia who had gone insane. And last but not least, he put an end to Vivec.

He could see the fear in their eyes as he ended their lives. The false gods were in over they're head. Using their powers to place a hold on mortals. They betrayed their friend for power. They traded companionship to be gods. The very thought made Nerevarine sick.

His journey was a long, agonizing and painful one. He had not slept properly since waking up in a boat after being sent to Vvardenfell by Uriel Septim. It was months ago, but it felt like only yesterday to him. Everything had seem to go by in a blur, and now he was sitting here on an empty beach. It had only been few hours since he had left the Clockwork City. His thoughts were mangled, as he struggled to comprehend the last few days. The horror etched into his mind when saw Sotha Sil's charred, unrecognizable body. He fought through divine knows how many enemies to find him only to find him dead, at the hands of Almalexia. She spewed nonesense at Nerevarine. Madness had engulfed her as he stared into her crazed eyes. Talking about how the dead god infuriated her, even in silence and death.

Her manical laughter echoed theough the room as they fought, and only stopped when he fatally plunged his spear into her heart. The emptyness feeling poured into his stomach as he looked over his shoulder into the room where two gods lie dead. Divine's know how long until someone discovered them...

Waves crashed along the rocks as the water danced in the moonlight. The day was nearly over, and het he felt like he had just began.

His spear had been coated in blood and dirt as he didn't have the energy to clean it after fight. He simply dragged himself to the nearest area of solitude to collect himself. Not bothering to even find a destination, aimlessly wandered around before he found the beach.

Nerevarine breathed heavily, before he peered over his shoulder when hearing a soothing sound. A calming feeling washed over him as he saw the blue figure behind him.

Azura was graceful as always, her soft footsteps towards him as he sat still on the sands. Her slim form was covered by her dress.

"It seems you've fulfilled your duty, Nerevarine." The tone of her voice was a hint of grace and satisfaction. "You have saved Vvardenfell, by vanquishing the blight. You have saved my people."

"I do not need your praise," he sharply said, before turning his view back onto the endless ocean. "What is it you want, Azura?"

"I have come to speak with you once more." Said the goddess. Nerevarine didn't face her, instead keeping bjs eyes on the thrashing waves of Morrowind. He heard the sound of gentle footsteps before a wave of warmth next to him.

Nerevarine couldn't deny that Azura was beautiful. Her pale blue skin shone in the young moon. The dress she wore clinged to her curves, it was as she looked different from their last encounter.

"It has been a long time since I took this form." Azura confessed, her tone soft and mellow. Nerevarine eyed her from the corner of his eyes. "Do you like it?"

"I will not feed into your ego has much as I already have." Nerevarine declared.

A moment of silence passed. Azura had curled her legs up as they sat on the beach. Critters chirped in the distance of the darkness. He could use rest, he can't remember the last time he had gotten proper rest.

"Despite your distaste for daedra, you have done me a great deed, hero." She said solemnly.

"Your gratitude is appreciated," he said. "But I am no hero."

The goddess chuckled. "In many eyes you are."

"Doesn't make it true." Nerevarine countered back.

Azura faced away from him, and out to the open water. Another moment of silence passing.

"Many saviors do not know they are saviors," Azura began. He mentally sighed, he did not have the energy to argue with a god whenever not he was a damn hero or not. "Some are walking Tamriel as of now in search of their destiny. Some are being born today for the problems that may awaken tomorrow. Some have already fulfilled their duty, and are living or lived out their lives."

Nerevarine said nothing, but instead kept his sight on the water. His body ached with every slight movement, and he had drained his healing magicka. So now it was up to natural healing for him.

"And what is it you want, Nerevarine?" Azura finally asked.

Nerevarine sighed deeply before he closed his eyes in exhaustion. "To be free."

"And what is it you will do when you are free?" She questioned.

"To settle down," Nerevarine said after a long pause. "Maybe I'll make up a rumor about myself going far away and never coming back. Just so everyone will leave me alone."

Another pregnant silence happened between the two before Azura shifted again. Her legs now in front of her again, as if she was stretching. Azura, a Daedric Prince, stretching her sore limbs...It almost made Nerevarine chuckle out of spite.

"I know you are not fond of me." She said as if she was simply disappointed.

"You are not the only Daedra I distain."

"And yet, you act as if I am the reason of such a cause." Azura shot back.

He sneered, knowing that Azura didn't cause such events. But he knew she was no different from any Daedra. She had her own agenda, even if she acted as if she didn't.

"You are no different from the gods before you." Nerevarine said coldly. "You drag mortals into your own problems you or whatever mindless evil dimwit cause and expect them to do your bidding."

Anothee silence went by, and he felt as if he had infuriated the prince with his harsh words, but he heard a shift next to him. She stood to full height, which surprisingly wasn't tall for a Daedric prince. Nerevarine looked up at her, but the goddess wasn't looking at him, but towards the murky waters of Morrowind. It had been an eerily quiet night after the chaos and destruction of the last few months of Nerevarine's life.

Azura finally looked down at the argonian, an unreadable expression she wore which made Nerevarine.

"I suppose this will be the last time we talk." Said Azura, an solemn look now on her face. Nerevarine held eye contact with the goddess of fate.

"That is up to fate I suppose," Nerevarine said.

Azura held at her hand balled in a fist as if she were handing him something. With an eyebrow raised, Nerevarine extended his arm out with an open palm. A small ring dropped into his palm, the ring gave him a warmth feeling and he could see the engraving in it.

"I wish you good fortune in life, Nerevarine." Azura said with a soft voice. Nerevarine looked out towards the ocean. "Wherever your journeys lead you."

"As you, goddess." He looked towards his right where she had been and found the spot completely empty. A breeze had swept some sand away as the sudden loneliness set back in.

He examined the ring in his hand, taking in it's craft that was no doubt much different from ordinary magical rings. He felt the tiredness in his body overwhelmingly increase as a heavy yawn escaped him. An orangish light had slightly risen over the horizon, giving the Nerevarine a comfort he hadn't had in a long time. He sighed deeply before closing his eyes, they felt as heavy as the armor he wore.

Another breeze of wind passed by.

Maybe I'll just rest here for a bit...He thought.

And so he did, before disappearing.