It has been eight years since Kyle saw Morrigan. Eight years since Alistair became the king of Ferelden and eight years since The Archdemon saw killed. After giving the crowd speech in Denerim, Kyle set out to find Morrigan and live with her and the their child, however all he was able to find were traces and clues as to where they have been. But every time Kyle got to the places both of them were long gone and the trace was almost cold.

Right now kyle was looking into his camp fire with intense stare and a frown that was mix between sadness and confusion while holding a piece of roasted meat in his right hand. He lifted his head and looking to his right. Five meters away from him was black mare lying on her stomach and sleeping. After a minute of staring, the mare opened an eye and looked straight back at Kyle. Kyle then stood up and came up to the mare before lying down himself. Leaning against her lightly as to not cause her any discomfort.

"Have I ever told you how did became a Grey Warden?" He asked suddenly. The mare Lyed her head down on front hooves while curling up slightly around Kyle.

"About a dozent time now, Kyle." He said gently while pretending that it was his mare who said it.

"Yeah, but you know what they say, a good story deserves another telling." He sighed before answering himself in half annoyed, half defeated voice.

"Alright then, let it out." He took a deep breath before reconting a tale he told her countles times by now.

Kyle then began recounting about his origins. He told his mare about his sister Rica, about the crime lord Berath they were forced to work for, about his former best friend Leske and the job they were supposed to do, how they stoned Berath of lyrium nuggets and how they barely managed to talk themselves out, and then he told her about a second job they were to do that day and how it went to shit, his and Leske's imprisoment and how they killed Berath. He ended the story by telling her how he was recruited by a senior Grey Warden, Duncan.

"And... that's that." Kyle looked up to see that his mare was sleeping deeply. He sighed, "yeah, and then it was just one wonderful experience after another." He closed his eyes and soon dozed off as well.

When Kyle became conscious again he noticed several things that were wrong. First of all, he was lying straight on his back, which in itself was't that bad, he woke up like that many times before. What was different this time however, was that the air was much colder then it was supposed be. That and he heard the sounds of a skirmish.

Kyle immediately sat up and looked in the direction of the skirmish. Thinking for a few moments, he donned his helmet and quickly made his towards the skirmish. the sight that was offered to him was a confusing one. Nothing unusual seeing two groups of humans fight but what was the strange part was their armor and weapons.

One group had for the most part soldiers armored with leather armor while a few of them had metal chestplates. He could vaguely see that they had a red cloth under their armor. The other group was armored with cuirasses while their hand and legs had fur boots and gauntlets with blue cloth.

Kyle contemplated which side he should choose to help or if he should join in at all. As far as he knew, these were some kind of new bandit groups. After a bit more of thinking Kyle decided that it wasn't his fight and was about to leave when one of those cuirass armored man spoke.

"THIS IS FOR SKYRIM YOU IMPERIAL DOGS!" That caused Kyle to turn back towards the fight and listen a bit more.

"YOU DAMM TRAITOROUS STROMCLOAKS!" Yelled one those with the red cloth.

Alright, it seems that one side is an oppresive one while the other is a traitorous one. Well, for an oppresive side, everyone who talks back is a traitor so... Unsheathing his Saw Sword and Bloodline, Kyle jumped into the frey to help the ´Stromcloaks´ but faster than anybody could realise there was a beam that shocked the Stromcloaks. Those who weren't fried to death fell unconscious, Kyle included.

Sometimes it was hard for Kira-shima to make do in Skyrim, considering its usualy bone chilling weather and fauna that tries to kill everything. And that's not including giants, hagravens, bandits, necromancers and other things. Fortunately for her, she learnt at a young age how cling to the shadows and stay out of sight until the last moment. She travelled a lot during her lifetime and was enjoing it. But sometimes she thought about her homeland and got homesick and wondered how things were back there.

Two days ago she decided to go back to Elsweyr again and see for herself. The first day was mostly unventful, just a group of bandits she took down from afar and looted their corpses. After the bandits were done for, Kira continued on her way but after several hours later she encountered a pack wolves, and at the end of the day she snuck around a giant's camp. When Kira was far away she made her own camp and slept. The other day how ever, was one disaster after another.

First when Kira woke up she heard a roar of a wild animal. When she sat up she saw a bear charging at her. She barely had time to grab her sword before climbing up a big rock. That however didn't detered the bear, it kept roaring at Kira and clawing at the rock. A few times it even looked that it might be able to climb up get her. The worst part was that if she tried face in direct fight, it would be over for her soon. And she didn't had her bow at the moment to try to shoot it form the stone.

Kira then got an idea. An awful, terrible idea. Kira bend her knees slightly and when the bear was facing away from her, she jumped and landed on its back. However the bear reared up and landed on its back. As Kira layed on the ground she barely got her hand in front of her. The bear bit down on the hand and tried to tear it off. Kira screamed in pain as she stabbed the bear in its eye. The bear roared in pain before falling atop of her.

Kira then began to slowly crawling back before standing up. She then skinned and gutted the bear before packing her things and leaving.

Two hours later, Kira was ambushed by a group of orc bandits who almost got her because their leader had steel plate armor. Thankfully for her, a group of passing Stormcloaks charged in and help her kill them all. Thanks were given, farewells were given and everybody went on their way.

While Kira left, the Stormcloaks dealt with the bodies. A few hours later found Kira running from giant spiders and a pack of wolves who fought among each other but the moment they saw her they decided forget their animosity in order to kill her for some fucking reason.

These and more happend until she was almost to the borders with Cyrodiil when she heard the sound of a intese fight going on close by.

"Oh not again!" Kira whined as she hid behind a close tree and observed what was going on. Kira's eyes widened when she saw that it was the Stormcloaks and the Imperials fighting each other. Kira bit her lip as she conteplated whether or not she should help the Stormcloaks. Even though this wasn't the same group, they did help her earlier that day. Plus she wasn't fond of anyone who fought for the Aldmeri Dominion.

"THIS IS FOR SKYRIM YOU IMPERIAL DOGS!"

"YOU DAMM TRAITOROUS STROMCLOAKS!"

After a bit more thinking, Kira decided to help the Stromcloaks. She draw her elven bow she looted from a dead High Elf scout. Kira took in a deep breath before pulling the string. As she searched for a targed while a robed figure stood silently to her left. Kira's ear twitched while she narrowed her eyes. She did a pirouette around a tree and took aim. Before she could do anything she was struck by a Thunderbolt.

Kira fell on the ground while convulsing violently. When it finally stopped, a sudden wave of calm began to spread through Kira before something smacked her in the temple. Hard.

Luna let out a contented breath from her nostrils as she read throught her favorite book series. 'Ancient scrolls: Path of the Dragon', to be precise. She absolutely loved the series. It reminded her of oldtimes when everything was easier. Bandits killed on spot, traitors, muderers and other pests executed, rulling by action instead of word, but alas, the world changed and she had to adapt. It's not that she doesn't like how things are run now, she just was never one for inaction and staying in one place for too long.

This showed in her schedule as well. Since ponies still rather went to the day court, this gave Luna more to either keep her combat prowess fresh and her mind sharp. When she wasn't training, she was in the dreamscape where she hunted nightmares that haunted her subjects.

She looked at the clock that was standing on her nightstand and saw that she still had 3 more hours before she had to prepare herself for her nightshift. She went back to her book before a knock came form her door.

"Enter." The door opened to reveal Celestia in a lovely white dress with beige accents that revealed her arms. "Ah, sister. What can I do for you?" Luna asked as she put away her book. Celestia eyed the book with small amused smile as she closed the door.

"Again with the series, Luna?" She asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Luna sat next to Celestia as she retorted.

"So? Have read that series? At times I feel as though I'm living in older times throught someone else's eyes." Celestia rolled her eyes as she shook her head while the smile never left her face. Celestia then extented her arms and wings and took Luna into a tight hug, something that the Lunar Alicorn more than happily returned. They stayed like that before Celestia finaly let go which allowed Luna to see that Celestia's cheeks were matted with tears while more were made in her eyes. "Sister, what's wrong." She asked with concerned voice. The Solar Alicorn took in a deep breath to get her own voice under control before speaking.

"I came here to tell you that I'm sorry for what I have done to you." Luna frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"All those years ago all I did was to make sure that the kingdom was running smoothly. Not once did I stop to see how you were doing. If I had just stoped and looked at how poorly you were doing, perhaps I would have been able to intervene in time and-" Celestia was stoped by blue fingers gently touching her lips.

"Even if you had noticed, it woulnd not help." Luna sighed as she Celestia's in her own. " I was a fool back then, I can se it now. I wanted attetion, adoration. While I did earned it back then, I lost that right the moment I built army to oppose you. Besides, something like that can't be forced out. I made my choice and you had to deal with the consequences. You may have forgiven me, but I haven't." Luna wiped away Celestia's tears with her thumbs before cupping her cheeks. "While I can't undo the past, I can do my best to make for it-" Luna smiled at her sister "-with you." Luna then Pulled Celestia in and gave her forehead long and deep kiss. Celestia's ears splayed back against her head as she brought Luna into another hug. They sperated before Celestia looked straight onti Luna's eyes.

"I would loved that Lulu," She said gently. Luna smiled before standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

"Now if you'll excuse me-" She didn't finished the sentece as the book began shaking violently before opening on the first page and shinning brightly. Celestia covered her eyes with a yelp as she slowly backed towards her sister. Luna turned around before she too hid her eyes while she move towards Celestia. "WHAT IS HAPPENING?" She yelled as she suddenly felt herself be pulled towards the book.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Celestia replied as she too was pulled towards the book. She grabbed a bedpost as her legs left the ground. She then saw a blue blur fly past her. Celestia grabbed Luna's hand and held on as tightly as she could. "HOLD ON! WE WILL GET OUT OF THIS!" Celestia began pulling both of them away from the book. Her hand suddenly became oily and slippery.

"CELESTIA" Luna shrieked as she was pulled into the book.

"NOOOO!" Celestia roared as she let go of the post and followed her sister.

The book then closed and fell on the floor with a thud. A certain dracoquus sat on a wardrobe, his yellow-red eyes looking at the book with mischievous grin as he waved his fingers at the book. Said grin soon disappeared as he let out breath through his nose before speaking. "I hope that you 2 still have the same fire like all those years ago. And that you can help the other 2."

Author's Note

Seriously. Like wtf is with enemies who hate each other guts suddely deciding to join forces to kill YOU. A SINGLE FUCKING PERSON? What's even more ironic and moronic is if you have equipment 30x better then them and can one shot them.