So I want to thank you all for following this series so loyaly. There are way too many people to mention, but I definitely want to give a special Shoutout to Whisper292 who is my Beta Reader and helps me edit my series. She's a tremendous help and I've become a better writer because of her. I also want to thank BrunetteAuthorette99 who is a really good friend and has given me such a wonderful character to include in this story. Honestly, Finverior is the reason there are light and funny moments. I love him so much and I'm so glad you're writing that spinoff of Finn and Rina's six months on the run with me. For those of you who I haven't named, please don't think I don't care about you. You are the reason I continue to write. If this book didn't get the reviews and all the wonderful feedback, I probably would have given up on it. You are all a huge support to me and I love you all so much!

Well... Without much further ado, here's the epilogue, written in a very surprising and unexpected POV.

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Epilogue

First Emissary Elenwen sat at in her office performing her monthly checkup of the Thalmor prison they had secretly set up within Skyrim. She was extremely grateful she only had to come once a month, considering how disgusting and foul smelling the place had become. In the distance she could hear the crack of a whip, followed by the scream of agony forced from one of their prisoners. It made her yearn for the days when she was an interrogator.

Just thinking of those finer days brought a cruel smile to her lips, and she sat back in her chair, recounting all her favorite prisoners from the past, the one standing out the most in her mind always being Ulfric Stormcloak. He had only been a boy when they had captured him, having just turned eighteen a few days prior. He had been a challenge, a fierce Nord with a vehement resolve that just begged to broken. He had spit in her face the first day she came to him, shouting how he would never talk, he wouldn't break. But they always did.

The details of his torture replayed in her mind, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Elenwen had whipped him herself, lashing him for hours until his entire back bled. Then she would heal him and start all over again. When the whipping didn't work, she had moved on to sexual torture, inviting all manner of criminals into his cell to take advantage of him while he was immobilized by the stockades. She would watch the entire time, looking straight into his eyes while he was used over and over again by men, mer, and beast. But still he would not crack.

It was only when all else failed that she would turn to psychological torture. She learned everything she could about Ulfric Stormcloak, studying the fine details of his life until she knew him almost as well as he knew himself, then used it as a weapon against him. She told lies. She told him how they had killed their father in battle and that the war was all but over. He refused to believe her at first, but then she had brought Fjrokvar Stormcloak's axe and Ulfric had wept. In reality, the axe had just been lost on the field during one of the battles and a Thalmor soldier had picked it up, a surprise that she used to her advantage.

Ulfric sang like a bird after that. He surrendered all the secrets he knew of the Empire's army: where their hidden camps were, where they would next strike, the names of Altmer spies they had within the Dominion ranks. It had all been extremely helpful and the result harmed the Imperial army severely. After she had extracted all the information she could possibly get from Ulfric, she did what she always enjoyed doing with her victims. She let him escape, knowing that he would bear mental scars from their sessions was her final victory.

She was so happy when she learned that Ulfric had started a civil war in Skyrim. Elenwen hoped and prayed every single day since having arrived in Skyrim that her soldiers would capture Ulfric and she could have more fun with him, extract more knowledge. But sadly, in the past few years the closest she had gotten to Ulfric were some of his soldiers that were picked up in ambushes. She didn't bother wasting her time with them, knowing that they wouldn't give her the same pleasure that the Jarl of Windhelm once had.

When she had learned of the existence of his sister, Elenwen was positively brimming with glee. The thought of capturing another Stormcloak and torturing them . . . it sounded fantastic. But only rumors and no accurate description ever came to her, so the dream of getting her hands on Ulfric's lovely sister soon faded. Then, as fate would have it, they finally met. The girl had infiltrated one of her parties and Elenwen had gotten her first real look at Lassarina Stormcloak. Her face had been so achingly familiar it was like receiving two new toys at once. She knew from just that one meeting that she was not only Ulfric's sister, but also Freyja Fire-Song's daughter.

The Blades member had escaped Thalmor imprisonment for her entire life, and to this day Elenwen had no idea if the woman still lived. Part of her would like to think she was still alive, just so she could have the woman captured and torture her with her own two hands. So when Lassarina showed up at her party, she saw it as an opportunity to capture her and possibly get to Freyja. But the little sneak of a girl had escaped the embassy and killed several of her soldiers. That's when someone finally took priority over Ulfric.

She wanted Lassarina Stormcloak alive, and she was determined to get her.

A knock at the door snapped Elenwen out of her thoughts and she quickly righted herself. "Come in," she said loudly.

The door opened and a robed Altmer whose name always escaped her stepped inside. "The prisoner from Alinor has arrived."

A smile appeared on Elenwen's face. "Then, please bring him in here so I may speak to him. It has been far too long and I'd like to catch up."

The mage dipped his head and shouted out some orders. A moment later, two soldiers came in, half-dragging a limp body between them. Shackles were bound to his wrists and ankles, cutting into the skin and agitating old scars. His skin was covered in a thick layer of grime; the man clearly hadn't washed up in a long, long time. His gray hair was a ragged mess and fell to his shoulders, tangling into his thick beard that covered his face and grew all the way past his chest. But despite how weak, pathetic and shockingly thin the old man was, nothing could weaken the strength of the hateful glare he was currently pointing at Elenwen. With a sly smile, she bid the soldiers and the mage to leave them alone for a moment.

The moment the door closed, he spoke in a raspy voice. "It's been twenty-five years, Elenwen . . . What could you possibly want from me?"

"I just wish to speak with you," she told him sweetly.

"Well I have no desire to speak to you."

"Come now, is that any way to speak to me when I've gone to extreme lengths to bring you back to where you once lived a happy and quiet life with your wife and child?"

The old man sucked in a deep breath. "Where have you brought me, Elenwen?"

"You're back home, my dear. Back in Skyrim, and we're going to have a lot of fun here."

"Skyrim?" he echoed. "My wife . . . my son . . . are they alive?"

"We'll get to that eventually, for now, guards!"

The door opened and the two soldiers began to roughly pull the man out of the room.

"Take him to his cell, right across from our newest prisoner," Elenwen ordered.

"Wait, nay! Answer me, you sadistic bitch!"

"Don't worry, we'll speak soon. Enjoy your stay, Thorolf Windblade."

Q&A

1) Will you be writing a sequel? What's it about?

Yes, a sequel is already in the works and will be titles; Two Halves: Storm of the Dominion. This next book will be following the Stormcloak questline with several of my own twists and surprises that I have decided to throw into it, just to make it a lot more interesting.

2) Why did you kill Lassarina?!

I have my reasons for setting things up the way I did everyone, and it will all come to play in my next book. -dodges knife- Alright! You want a real answer? FINE! Okay, the truth is... I needed to give a certain character a push, to give them incentive, to make them do something that needs to be done.

3) Does anyone else get married and have kids?

Well, there are three couples that will end up tying the knot, mostly because of Lassarina's tragic end. Her death will have made them realize how short life is to live it alone, with no form of companionship. You'll see my little monsters~

4) Will Einarr FINALLY be getting a love interest?

-sly smile- I don't knowwwwww... -giggles and hides-

5) Are Lassarina and Vilkas's children Dragonborn?

Hmm, I'm honestly surprised I haven't gotten this question before. The answer is: ONE of them is. Which one will remain a secret until I've finished this series.

6) What are these rumors I'm hearing of a second series?

-eye twitches- Where did you hear that?! -sighs- I guess it couldn't remain a secret for long... Alright... The truth is, I've been working on a series that takes place in the future, when all the kids are grown up and having their own adventures. I don't have a title for it yet, but the first book will follow the Dawnguard questline, that much is certain. I've also created a completely original questline that will be the main focus after the the first book. It's going to be really good and I already have my BETA reader excited about it after I pitched the idea.

7) Why didn't Einarr's father come see him in Sovngarde?

Well, the answer is pretty much the twist of this whole epilogue. It's because he never died. Never once in the whole series did it say that they confirmed his death. Even the Thalmor dossiers weren't a reliable source, since they were extremely old and outdated. Freyja never saw a body... Thorolf was simply abducted by the Thalmor and everyone just ASSUMED they killed him, since there was a price on the head of any Blades member. Freyja also never went to Sovngarde, being a devote worshiper of Mara, so she never confirmed whether he was there.

8) When will your next book be coming out?

Sometime in late January. I'm going to take a much deserved break, and I've got some Turning-21 to do on the 5th~ I wanna get The Hangover part 2 drunk. I wanna end up in some shitty hotel room in Bangkok with no knowledge of how I got there or what I did the night before. I also want there to be a monkey dealing cocaine... And Mr. Chow of course...

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Much love,

Mirage