The wind rustled the leaves and pine needles about the tomb. In the middle of a forest far to the southeast of Skyrim in Tamriel, a man made his way to this tomb. His long, pale blue robes hung just an inch off the ground, leaving small eddies of dust in his wake. As the stranger approached the tomb he took note of the stones about him, marked with the Thu'um, the tongue of the dragons. the closer he got the less vegetation there was, as if nature itself was repulsed by whatever was buried there. 262Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ3prN19xDs

The man continued to walk. His leather shoes made no sound as he stepped along the path. He approached the stone circle, looking down at the pile of dirt in the middle. The man smiled in delight, this was it. he stretched out his hand and began uttering the tongue of the dragons, he culminated his force into it, speaking life into the burial place. he repeated these words until he saw product, even then, kept going.

As he kept on, the dirt seemed to stir after a moment a skull wriggled it's way up and out of the dirt. following it came a section of spine he guessed to be the neck. A wing then another, the torso, the legs, then with one final shove, the skeleton stood at almost 40ft tall, with a roar a flurry of sparks began, they swirled around the dragon culminating into organs, then muscle, then the hard, stone-like flesh of the beast.

Before the strange sorcerer could move on to his next set of instructions the dragon stepped forward. the man looked up in terror as the creature's clawed foot came down upon him ending his life with a blood-curdling scream and a sickening crunch.

The dragon took a few steps more and then shook himself.  As it was told. I, Alduin, have returned to Mundus, and there is not a man alive who can stop me. He thought. he stretched his wings and stroked down, propelling himself into the sky. He roared into the sky. the nearest souls he could sense were northeast. Towards the Skyrim province.