"!!"
"You're..."
"You're Serana?!"
"Wait! You... How did you end up like this? And where's Annie? Where did she go?!"
"I don't know..."
"Maybe she went back to the sun..."
"The sun?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. Maybe she went home, but who knows? Still, this is the first time in all these years that I've felt warm..."
"It's wonderful..."
Early the next morning, when the Dawnguard members who'd gotten drunk the night before and the Nords woke from their sleep, Annie was already gone from the Dawnguard castle.
No one knew where she'd gone, just as no one had ever known where she came from...
Anyway, when Isran and the others entered her room, all they saw was Serana, the female vampire, standing by the window in the slanting morning sunlight, still wearing an expression of utter disbelief. She was basking in the sun, stroking the jade-like skin of her hands, while intense Holy Light poured from her eyes and body.
Of course, she could no longer be called a female vampire!
In a sense, she could now be called the Dawnguard's and the Church of the Holy Light's radiant daughter, an incarnation of the Holy Light, its chosen one—Serana Lightforged?
But what exactly to call her—or how best to present her, so that her existence would best serve the Dawnguard and the spread of the Church of the Holy Light—was something Isran and the others would have to consider in time.
Annie certainly couldn't be bothered to manage any of that, nor did she want to!
She felt that staying any longer at the Dawnguard castle served little purpose. Besides, those people no longer needed her, and there was nothing especially fun in the castle. So she set off on another journey through Skyrim, leaving