2 Chapter 2: The scars of war

The wind blows through Diana's hair as it flutters towards the setting sun. She looks at her wound and it looks healed by now and she takes off the bandage. Barely a scar remains of the laceration. 'That storm cloak hurt me pretty good but I still killed him.'

The Skyrim civil war has come to a close and Diana and Naofumi are resting their weary bones. It has only been four years since they last fought in a world shaking war with the king of shadows and they headed into this one without question. At first, they came back to Skyrim to break the curse of Alduin.

But they had much more to clean up. Diana then stands up and she is now seven feet and ten inches tall. Naofumi stands at the same height as well. But the civil war that threatened their home was gone but a few storm cloaks remained.

War followed her and she knows battle isn't always at a distance. You could tell by the look in her eyes that Diana was a child of war. Same for Naofumi. You can't make them follow every order but when they sense it is just, they will. "Diana. How long are you going to look at the setting sun?" She only turns to face Naofumi when he is standing close to her. He leans in for a deep kiss.

The kiss is far more passionate than the kiss they had when they were kids. For they are now thirteen. But what remains of the mystery of their lives is that how long must they fight for what's right. Naofumi gently took Diana's hand as they went back inside of Black Thorn keep.

The bedroom is neat and Naofumi is resting his chin on his hand as he waits for Diana to enter. "Nice time of night right?" "I am glad to spend it with you." Naofumi passionately kisses Diana all over. Her warmth was comforting and he felt it through the night.