...

*I grab my iron helmet, looking at my reflection in the dirty metal.*

...I never thought I'd see the day when the dragons return to the lands, roaming the sky as their own... I was destined to be the one who slays them , my duty as the Dovahkiin...

*I put on my helmet, feeling the strength of the gods returning to my body as the Voice fills my mind, the shouts and spells all coming back to me. I sense Odahviing deep in the ruins of the afterlife, Sovngarde. I call out to him, and shortly after I hear his roar shattering the sky, a dark shape appears in the clouds in front of my house. He lands in front of me, and I'm now fully dressed in my Daedric armor, armed to the teeth, complete with swords, axes, maces, daggers, arrows, and every spell memorized inside my brain.*

The Dragonborn has returned...