Well, this is it. The Final chapter to the story. Id like to thank all of those who followed the story to the end and I promise you, there will be a sequel. I can't say when I'll start with Graduation and all that jazz happening. But again, thanks for readin. And please review the story as a whole. :) enjoy

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::Steve's POV::

"What's wrong?" I asked my brother as he sprinted to me. "You make a bad deal at the pawn and just want to get away from-"

"They found Lydia!" Kevin shouted as he tried to catch his breath.

"Wait what? Where?" I ran down the stairs from Jorrvaskr.

Kevin pointed behind him. "The Temple of Whatever, the hospital place!"

We both sprinted to the temple and barged in. The first thing we saw were two werewolves. "What the..?"

The smaller one turned back to human form and it was Aela. "She's been stabbed in the stomach." Lydia is on the bed unconscious and the priestesses started tending her wound.

Then I remembered that Jon went with Aela and Farkas. "Wait, where's Jon?"

Aela raised a hand. "Don't worry, he's fine. Actually he's with someone we 'found' on the way."

I glanced at Kevin. "Who?" He asked the huntress.

Aela opened her mouth to say something but suddenly stopped and she sniffed the air. "Ah, you'll see. It's quite the surprise actually." Farkas finally turned back to human form and shook his head.

"Yeah, you two are going to shit yourselves," the giant of a man mused. He directed his attention to the door and smirked a little more.

Then the door behind us opened up. "Hey Kevin, hey Steve," Jon's voice came from the door. We turned around and noticed that he was with someone with a hood.

"Kev, Steve," the hooded man greeted us. That voice sounded very familiar. I took a closer look as he walked in the doorway and I realized he had golden eyes. He reached for his hood and put it down. Oh my God..


"Yo Steve. It's been a while," he said as he brought out a hand. I looked down at his hand. It was as white as the snow. I brought out mine and we shook hands. His hand was ice cold.

"Where have you been?" I asked him, maybe a little coldly.

He looked away and smirked a little. "I've been around. You know how it was back in the day, I'd disappear for a while."

"Yeah but this is a slightly different situation."

He snorted and shook his head. He focused his golden eyes back on me and it made me feel.. uneasy. And that was an understatement.

"No it ain't. I still came back."

I couldn't believe that he's alive. That's isn't a dream, is it?

Bame looked over to Kevin. "Kev, how have you been?"

"Good, you?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I've been better."

Kevin smiled. "I know, I've noticed. So, what have you done since you've been gone?"

He took a deep breath. "That's a long long story." He looked past us at Lydia who was lying on the bed. His smile immediately dissipated after he stared at the injured girl. He walked up next to Farkas and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thanks for getting her here, Farkas." Then he glanced over to Aela. "And thank you too Aela."

Aela and Farkas both smirked. "No need for thanks. It's what we do," Aela reassured.

Farkas came up to us. "Alright come on whelps, let's give Bame some space." Bame looked back to me and gave me a smirk.

"It's good to see you guys again."

I smiled back at him. "You too Bame."

::Cain's POV::

Tsun sent me back to Tamriel and I'm floating back into the space and time module, then suddenly everything went white. I blinked a couple times and suddenly I realized that I was standing up.

I shook my head and glanced around. Snow was falling from the sky. The cold wind was blowing in my face. And I heard multiple inhales and exhales all around me. Dragons.

Finally my sight quickly became transparent and I glanced around me. I was at the top of the Throat of the World with at least twenty dragons around me. Paarthurnax was sitting on the broken wall looking at the all the dragons resting on the side of the peak.

"Alduin mahlaan!" All of the dragons roared the phrase at the same time. It means, 'Alduin is dead'.

One golden color dragon spoke up and rose his wings. "Sahrot thur qahnaraan!" I couldn't understand that phrase other than the word 'vanquisher'. The dragon lifted off and circled around the peak breathing fire.

"Alduin mahlaan!" The dragons chanted again.

"Dovahkiin los ok dovahkriid!" Another dragon shouted. This one was white, similar to most of the frost dragons I've seen.

"Alduin mahlaan!"

"Thu'umii los nahlot!" It was the blue that I saw before I went to Sovngarde. His name was.. Oh yeah Krilloksil. He lifted off and joined in circling the mountain with the golden dragon.

"Alduin mahlaan!"

"Mu los vomir!" The last dragon was the lighter green one, the female dragon. She bowed her head and lifted off into the air.

The rest off the dragons bowed their heads at me and lifted off, one by one, flying off into the distance.

Suddenly the ground shook behind me and snow flew up from the ground. Then the ground shook another two times. I caught my footing and turned around. It was Odahviing and the other two dragons from Skaldafn.

"Pruzah wundunne wah Wuth Gein. I wish the Old One, Paarthurnax has luck in his... quest. But I doubt many will wish to exchange Alduin's lordship for the tyranny of Paarthurnax's 'Way of the Voice'."

I chuckled and glanced over to Paarthurnax who was shaking his head slightly at Odahviing's comment.

"Yeah I know what you mean." The older dragon turned his gaze on me with a hint of surprise. "No offense to you Paarthurnax. But he does kinda have a point." The older dragon rolled his eyes and turned his head the other way.

"As for myself, you've proven your mastery twice over. Thuri, my overlord, Dragonborn. I gladly acknowledge the power of your Thu'um. Zu'u Odahviing. Call me when you have need, and I will come if I can."

"Thanks Odahviing." The red dragon slightly bowed his head and looked behind him at the other dragons.

"It comes to my intention that you met two of my closest dovah."

I glanced at the two dragons behind him. "Yeah, they helped me get to Sovngarde by attacking some grey dragon, I forget his name. Thanks by the way."

The blue dragon took a couple steps forward. "It is an honor Dovahkiin. And the dovah's name back at Skaldafn is Sahloknir. He was one of Alduin's most powerful dovah and he has a short temper."

"What happened after I left?"

The blue dragon glanced at the light green dragon. "We kept him from pursuing you into Sovngarde and then he fled north."

I nodded. "Thanks again for helping me out."

"Your gratitude is not needed. And like Odahviing said, if you have need of us, just shout our names. Zu'u Krilloksil. I will come if I can." With that the blue dragon lifted off in the air and flew around the peak roaring.

"And Zu'u Britsotzii. I will assist you when I am available." The light green dragon lifted off and flew next to Krilloksil.

Odahviing looked back at me. "Dovahkiin, it has been an honor."

"Thanks. It's been an honor doing work with you, Odahviing."

The red dragon lifted off and flew off to the top of the peak. He landed at the very top and roared the loudest roar I have ever heard from a dragon. It's funny, because it seems like I'd seen this in a movie.

I turned around and noticed that Paarthurnax was staring at the wall intently. "You all right Paarthurnax?"

The old dragon glanced at me and nodded slowly. "So, it is done. Alduin dilon. The Eldest is no more, he who came before all others, and has always been."

I rose an eyebrow. "You don't sound very uh, happy about it."

The dragon turned his head toward me slowly. "Happy? No, I am not happy. Alduin was once the son of my Father. Alduin was once the crown of our father Akatosh's creation. You did what was necessary. Alduin had flown far from the path of right action in his pahlok, his arrogance - the arrogance of his power. But I cannot celebrate his fall. I am dreadful at his fall . He was my brother once, and this world will never be the same."

I had think of something profound to say, and not something to piss him off. "The world is never the same. It always changes whether we like it or not. We just have to live with it. And I have no regrets slaying Alduin. He needed to be banished from this world."

"I suppose you are right. And of course. Alduin nahlaan daanii. I would have not helped you if I thought otherwise." He cleared his throat and looked back at the wall. "He failed to see. Perhaps now you have some insight into the forces that shape the vennesetiid... the currents of Time. But I forget myself. Krosispardon. Sorrow is a loyal friend. Melancholy is an easy trap for a dovah to fall into. You have won a mighty victory. Sahrot krongrah - one that will echo through all the ages of this world for those who have eyes to see. Savor your triumph, Dovahkiin. This is not the last of what you will write upon the currents of Time."

"I understand. I sort of figured that I have much to do yet in Skyrim. It truly has been an honor working with you, Paarthurnax."

"Gah. It has been honor helping you achieve your destiny."

"I'll keep in touch. I'll visit you when I can. Farewell." I waved at him and turned around.

"Farewell thee Dovahkiin."

Well, it's time to go back to Whiterun.

::Bame's POV::

She better not die. She can't. After all this time, she can't just leave me. I gently wrapped my fingers around her hand and held onto it, hoping that she can just wake up from the coma. I want to see her blue eyes again. I want to see her smile again.

The priestess came around the bed and looked at my hand, then took a couple steps back. "Are you a.."

"Yes, but I'm not a monster." I looked back up at her and she gasped and put a hand over her mouth. "Look I have no intention of eating anyone, okay?"

She lowered her hand and took a step closer to me. "What are you saying?"

"I don't like being a vampire. I don't feel right being like this."

She rose an eyebrow and knelt down in front of the table. "Then get yourself cured."

"I can't!" I snapped. "I don't know how to."

"I know person in Morthal that can help you figure that out. His name is Falion. He always had a fascination for vampires."

I felt completely dumbstruck. I should of known this, then again I was never a vampire in the damn game.

"So just go over there and talk to him about it?"

"Yeah." She came up to bed and tended to Lydia. "Don't worry about her. We'll get her back to normal, but not for a while. If you go now, then maybe you can be back before she wakes up. And something tells me that you would be the first person she would want to see."

"How long?"

She paused and studied her wound and her head. "Maybe a month. Or even more, Gods forbid."

"A month or longer?" I shouted with a confused expression.

"I know how it must sound. Just considering the look of the wound, and I'm so sorry for saying, but she will be unconscious for a while. Even then when she wakes up, she's not going to be able to travel or even run."

I dropped my head into my hands and let out a long exhale.

"I understand." I glanced back her wound. The impale from the blade was nearly an inch and a half wide. Thankfully, no blood was coming out.

The priestess walked around the bed and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, she's our first priority. Now you should go to Morthal and find a way to get that curse lifted." She patted my shoulder and helped me to my feet.

I nodded and took one last look at Lydia. "I'll be back for you." I gave one last smile to the priestess and left the temple.

When I went outside, the sun hit my skin like a flamethrower. "Geez!" I quickly put my hood up and glanced around. Kevin, Steve and Jon were standing next to the door.

"Bame, how are you?" Kevin greeted. I walked up to them and positioned myself in the shade.

"I'm going to feel like a million bucks in the near future," I replied rubbing my eyes.

The three of them chuckled at my pathetic remark. "What, it sounded right to say!" I laughed along with them.

"Seems like everything is back to normal," Jon said as he patted my back.

"Not yet. I got to do one more thing."

The three instantly lost their smiles and looked at me.

"What?" Steve asked.

"I gotta go to Morthal and get cured of this disease. It should take me a month."

Kevin rose both eyebrows. "A month? Why so long?"

"I'm not sure why, but I gotta go if I want everything back to normal."

"Then we're going with you," Steve suddenly replied.

"No this is something I have to do alone. Besides, when Lydia wakes up, you should be there. Alright?"

There was a long pause. Steve glanced at Kevin and Jon then

"Okay. Fine."

I took a look at my three friends. "Crazy shit." They picked their heads up a bit. "Being in Skyrim and all. But this is what we are going to have to live with I guess."

Steve looked away. "More than that. It's just not as easy as it use to be. I kind of miss it."

"I know me too. But regardless, we are stuck here and now we are forced to survive this harsh environment." I paused and looked at them in the eyes. "And I have say, I'm happy I'm not here alone. I wouldn't have survived long without you guys."

The three buds smiled and nodded. "I guess I could say the same. I didn't know anything about Skyrim," Steve said with a smile.

"Yeah I know. Doesn't matter anymore. Seems like we're managing just fine so far. We got this, huh?"

"Yeah we got this," Jon said with a cheerful tone. I snorted at his sudden change of mood.

"I agree with Jon's statement," Kevin said trying to imitate a rich man's voice. We laughed at his little joke.

"Alright fellas. I'll see you later when I'm ALIVE!" Steve snorted and nodded.

"Alright Bame. You better!"

"I will I will, I promise." I shook each of theirs hands and shifted in my armor.

"Auf wiedersehen." I tugged my hood and started walking down the stairs towards the gates. I hope this Falion has this cure.