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"I'm going Vahl," were the last words Venturian to Vahl. "The end is here." The Dark Elf, the High Queen of Skyrim, slowly whispered, "No. You can't." She looked around. "Talk to me." No reply. "Venturian? Talk to me!" she shouted. "TALK TO ME!" she shouted louder as Miraak and Farkas stepped into the room. "Vahl? Are you okay?" they asked. "He's gone," she slowly said. "He's left." And then she did it: she ran to the doors, both men grabbing her. "Vahl! Vahl! Calm down, okay, Vahl?" the both said, only with the response of "Fus-ro-da!" as they both got blown back, Vahl continuing down the hall. "Stop her!" Miraak called as Vath Firehall reached out. "Vahl, just calm d-" was his words before he got a sock in the nose. The young man grabbed his nose; the Dark Elf packed a very good punch. "Mama? What's wrong?" Sofie asked. No reply. Vahl continued running, knocking over several guards and civilians along the way. She soon reached Lydia's grave. "Venturian, PLEASE come back!" she yelled. There was still no response. "Vahl, listen." His voice came back. "Where did you go?!" she yelled. "Vahl, please, calm down," he said. "I will be with Poet in the future. But fear not; your legacy will carry on." Tears formed in Vahl's eyes. "H-how? You-won't be here!" she exclaimed. "No, I won't Vahl, but it's called fate. Fate will lead your destiny." And with that, the voice in Vahl's head was gone.

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The young woman walked through the halls of Vault 101. She sat down at her bed. She looked to a picture, picking it up. "I wonder how she is?" she asked herself, looking at the back of the picture. It read: Stay safe, Poet. We will look for your return. - Vahl and crew