Epilogue:

Ryshaad touched the black statue. It was worn by many years of erosion and harsh climate, but the monument was just as impressive as he had been told it was.

He stood in the middle of Whiterun. Many things had changed in the city since the time

Most of it revolved around the staute made out of black stone in the centre of the marketplace.

The statue had been erected to honor the Two Great Beast Heroes, who had battled the ancient order that wanted to spread chaos through the land.

He looked up to see their faces. The biggest one was of an Argonian. He held a sword in his right hand. The sword was a curved blade, a blade many adventurers had seeked after learning of the story. None had found it. The other face was of a Khajiit like him. Instead of a sword, she held a bow triumphantly over her head with her left hand. The bodies of the staute were seemingly sculptured to detail, and it showed: the Argonian`s cloak seemed like it would be blown by the wind any moment, and the armor in the Khajiit`s body seemed so real it would block out an arrow.

He looked toward their empty hands and smiled. The two hands were entangled. The Heroes were said to have been inseparable, and they had spent the years after their adventure venturing through Skyrim and, later, in their twilight years, they had retired to the small house called Breezehome, which he had just passed when he had entered the city.

The two faces on the statue were smiling.

Suddenly, something jumped on his back. He stumbled forward, almost hitting his head on the statue. Regaining his balance, he heard joyous laughter coming from a voice he knew very well.

- Dammit, Shiren. – he hissed at the Argonian on his back. – Don`t do that again!

- Oh, did I hurt your feelings? – she answered, her tail swinging behind her. She had mounted on him.

- No, you…

- Oh, come on! – she said, pinching his ear. Gods, he hated when she did that. – You know I do this because you are my friend, don`t you?

- I know.

- Now, let`s go! – she said, digging her heels on his flank. He grumbled something. She pointed forward. – Let`s get out of here. Adventure awaits!

Ryshaad moved forward slowly, with her still in his back. It was still dawn. He really wasn`t looking for a long day carrying her. However, she felt very happy, so he just smiled and kept onward.

As they passed through breezehome, however, they failed to notice the two ghosts seating on top of Breezehome. One of them, the biggest one, turned to it`s companion and said:

- Well, Dila, look at them. Just like us.

- Maybe. I wasn`t that tongue-in-cheek, was I?

- Nah. Just a little. I wasn`t that stuck up either, was I?

- Nope, Siris.

- I just hope they sort that out. They have a long time ahead of them.

- It`s been fifty years, hasn`t it, Siris?

- Yeah. – Siris said, turning to her. – Fifty well spent afterlife years.

- Never said we squandered them. – Dila said, leaning in to kiss him.

They kissed and their spirits departed back to the afterlife, to join their friends in the Mead Hall, as the sun cast a dim light on the two young young adventurerers on the prairie. They were both smiling.

They would make sure to live up to the legend of Dila "Lynx Eye" and Siris "Ebony Snake" …

… the cat and the lizard.

The End

Well, folks, this is it. Our story has come to an end.

It has been an incredible four months writing this story, and I really feel proud for calling it mine.

I would like to thnak all of you who left a review for me, because, without you, this story wouldn`t have come to this point.

But I would like to thank two people the most:

Baeowulf, who has been a constant reviewer and helper, and who has helped me out of a lot of bad situations in this story. Also, I forgot to mention this on the last chapter, but the idea of Siris facing of against a Daedric Lord was his in the beggining.

and Noodle12, who was my most loyal fan from the start of this story up to this point.

I would like to dedicate this story for them both.

Thanks again.

Keep strong,

Eddy, signing off