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She couldn’t keep doing this. She knew that. She looked upon her home with old and tired eyes. She couldn't count how many times she had don't this already. How many lives had she already lived. She couldn’t remember all the countless names she had taken on ever since… She had completed her destiny. The one that her blood had commanded her to do. It was no use for that now. Ever since the demise of Alduin, that hero had perished. The Dragonborn was dead.
She had refused sit idly basking in the glory of the legend the Last Dragonborn had been owed. It didn’t suit her, living life sitting still and doing nothing, only content in peace that comes with the knowledge that the world had been saved. No, she had always been a woman of action. She needed something to follow, some pursuit to devote herself whole heartedly. She needed a purpose, and ever since the demise of Alduin, that was precisely what her life had lacked.
Her only problem now was the fame that was tied to her name and face. She yearned for the days where she could wander around Skyrim freely without the passerby recognising her. But this problem came with a simple solution. She chose to hide her face, and change her name. A new life, she had convinced herself. Except, when she tired of this new purpose she had found, the only option she saw fit to do was take on a new life. And then another, and another, and another.
It was unhealthy. She knew this fact well. But, in her mind, it allowed her freedom. Freedom to do what she wished without the expectations of being the legendary Dragonborn weighing her down.
She had to admit, not every life she had lived had been good. Reinventing yourself did allow the opportunity to explore some dark crevices of your personality. She had promised herself that with each new start she would lock away all of her past lives and never think on them again. At least she tried, she found it hard at first not to dwell on the past. Now she found it much easier, all the names and lives she had lived melded like one big blur. But that didn’t suppress the skills and the experiences that she had developed and cultivated over the years.
Now she stood in front of her lavish manor. One she had built up from the ground herself. There was a swell of pride that welled up in her chest when she looked upon the manor. She had thought this would be the last life she would take on. Some part of her heart had hoped that this would be her final home; a place where she could revel in this life’s accomplishments. But she also knew that that’s where the flaw in her thinking was, she was never one to sit still. She’s get too bored.
She locked the final entrance to her proud manor. The final act of sealing this life. She pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, ensured that the cloth that concealed most of her face was fixed properly. And with a final huff, she set off into the night.