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Epilogue (Ending theme)

Valenwood:   It was turned over to the Empire, as in accordance with Daithi’s will. Daithi proved to be more influential in death than he was in life. As a martyr, elves all over the province rallied to his name, even those who had initially stayed out of the war, and threw the Dominion out of Valenwood with it’s tail between its legs.

Malachi:   Disheartened by his failure to protect Daithi, Malachi was never the same,   he died young for an elf, at the age of 132, after serving the province faithfully for his entire life.

Valuril:   She continued onward as the chief military official in Valenwood.

Larethour:   Cursed by Y’ffre to burn for eternity for the crimes he committed against the Camorans, he managed to use Dante’s dagger to end his own life. It took several grueling hours of regaining enough muscular control just to stab himself.

Finbar:   Malachi offered him up to Zanir to eat. When the latter declined, Malachi buried the body in an unmarked grave, and expunged him for history.

J’Baad:   The former Thalmor assassin walked out of the jungle against all odds. Assuming Daithi dead, he swore vengeance on the Thalmor for betraying him and was determined to find out what had made Daithi tick in the first place.

Falinesti:   The Treethane eventually recovered. During what many Bosmer called, “The Great Revival” thousands of elves flocked to the city to help regrow lost portions of the tree. Upon where the rubble of Falinesti’s original branch lay, fallen, a momument was erected to commemorate the battle and the Bosmeri gain of independence.

Arenthia:   Following the rebel occupation, it became a bustling city, rivalling that of Falinesti itself.

Daithi:   Daithi quickly become a national, and even international icon for freedom and equality. A statue was built of him in the center of Falinesti itself, dressed in his signature Mithril armor. He had multiple biographies published on him, although most of them were fiction. One even claimed he killed a sea-serpent from the inside-out. At one point he gained a large cult following, and was even worshipped as a god. When the Valenwood clergy considered canonizing him, the idea was shot down when it faced fierce opposition, the opposing party saying that was “much too Altmeri” and Daithi would not want to be considered an equal to Y’ffre or Alkosh. On any given day, if one walks by happens to walk by and examine his crypt, you can always find at least one bundle of fresh flowers lain there.

Weeks after the events of War of Valenwood Independence, and the Battle for Falinesti, an unfamiliar elf was seen poking around the Ratway. He walked in one morning, viciously scarred across his face, and then out the next, the most handsome looking lad you’d ever seen. Any person who knew him well, even though he’d lost some weight and was slightly less bulky, would definitely say, “Holy shite, that’s Daithi Camoran.”   After that, he disappeared again.

One night, a month later, three Nords hunting in Falkreath were ambushed by a group of Spriggans. When one had been badly wounded, and the other were about to be slaughtered, a mysterious Bosmer appeared, and ruthlessly tore the Spriggans to pieces with his bare hands. He then escorted the three hunters back to Falkreath city, carrying the wounded one himself. After setting the wounded hunter inside the city, he was gone back into the forest. Every so often, there’d be some miracle in the forest when someone was in peril; person caught in a bear trap, bandit forts mysteriously cleared out and the criminals unconscious and bound together.

So ends the tale of Daithi Camoran. And although on that fateful night, the Daithi Camoran died, and was never heard from again (or at least, for a very long time) a certain elf is still very, very much alive.