She had walked for days. Most of her gear had been discarded at her home in Whiterun but she was still armed to the teeth, she was the dragonborn after all. The cargo she bore on her shoulders was one of the heaviest she had ever taken, but this needed to be done, she needed to do this.
It had taken her a many days to persuade the Jarl of Whiterun into giving her his favorite trophy and decoration. But after hours of long and tiresome arguments and multiple outbursts of rage and anger, which had on more than one occasion led to something being destroyed, he had finally agreed to give her the trophy on the condition that she never brought the topic up again.
At the moment she didn't even have a map on her, she didn't need it as she knew that she would soon reach her destination.
It had been years since she had first entered Dragonsreach and laid eyes on the head of a dragon mounted on the wall, at first it had made her stare in awe, what power and determination it must have taken to put down such a beast.
But as she grew and learned the tale of the so called beast a bitter tasted had settled in her mouth. She could no longer look at the trophy without feeling either sadness or anger deep in her heart. It was wrong. It was wrong how he had been enslaved like a mindless beast and just to slowly go insane.
His name was Numinex.
Paarthurnax had only needed to tell her the story once. The tale of how Numinex had been shouted into submission by King Olaf One-Eye atop Mount Anthor. He had never gone into details or told why he hadn't tried to free Numinex from his prison at Dragonsreach, maybe he was afraid she wouldn't understand?
She let out a sigh of relief as she reached her destination. A dragon's burial site.
It was empty; she had slain the dragon whom had slept there a long time ago, after he had been resurrected by Alduin. There was nothing around it, no little village or hut and it was atop of a small waterfall with an open terrain surrounding it. It was perfect.
Only Numinex's head remained, no one knew what had happened to his body. But she would make sure he was buried properly, his time of shame was over.
I was beginning to get dark. She had finally buried what was left of Numinex. The last rays of the sun gently stretched across the fields that seemed to go on forever. The dragonborn leaned down a plucked a flower before laying it on the grave. She sat down beside it and watched the sunset.
"You can finally rest now."