I stood alone at the throat of the world as I watch Paarthurnax and the dragons fly off into the sky. Deep in my heart I felt a longing to join my brethren. I had defeated Alduin along with the Nord heroes of old and returned to the realm of Nirn but yet I felt unsatisfied. I had put all my focus, time, and energy into getting rid of the threat that plagued my country. Now, with my goal met, I felt empty. What do I do now? I had no family or friends to return to. Then, I remembered what Paarthurnax told me before flying off into the clouds.

"This is not the last of what you will write upon the currents of time."

Perhaps he foresaw something. Or, in his wise way, told me to get a life. Either way, I knew I could not dwell on the emptiness that currently plagues my heart. Paarthurnax mentioned that melancholy is dangerous for dragons, and being dragonborn, I was not to keen if that held true for me as well. So I climbed down the steep slop of the mountain and turned my attention to the people of Skyrim, instead of the threats that plagued all of Tamriel.