I'm back! Well, we finally meet Paarthurnax in this chapter, along with the Greybeards, as expected. I know that you need the special shout to get up to Paarthurnax, but lets dismiss that for a little, as seeing my little oc isn't dragonborn. I guess in theory she could learn a shout, but It'd take a hell of a lot longer without being dragonborn.

as always, Skyrim is Bethesda's and Bethesda's only.

Why did snow have to be so cold? I take that back. Why did snow have to be so freaking cold! I could barely feel my fingers, my feet were no longer attached to my body, and my nose, that, was in a whole now realm of frozen. Luckily, Daanik, with his little oven fire body, was keeping my torso warm, as i held the bag he was in against my chest. He seemed unfazed by the cold, while I was growing icicles in my nose. I was hoping I was near the top, because I wasn't to sure I could take much more of this freezing weather. Sometimes being a Breton really sucked. So far, I hadn't come across any wolves, or trolls, like i thought I would, being the pretty much desolate place this is.

I eventually met a flat piece of land, with an odd looking cave that would make good cover, if i had the time to use it. As I walked under the supisious looking cave, Daanik began to whine and wiggle, looking up at the top of the cave. When I did, the worst possible thing dropped from the top, besides a dragon. A Frost Troll. I didn't have really any way to fight it, not to mention it towered over me. So i chose my second option; run like hell. I took off, racing down a flight of steps and up another shortly after. I'm sure I looked absolutely ridiculous right now, as I ran screaming with a bag in my arms, but when I looked behind me, the frost troll that was once right on my tail was gone.

I must've out run it, maybe I just wasn't worth the effort for him, laughing to myself, I finally got a moment to catch my breath, I looked down at Daanik, who was trying to look over my shoulder. Guess he was worried about the Troll coming back as well, so for both of our sakes, I took of jogging again, trying to get as much distance between me and that blasted cave as possible. As i breathed in and out, I could see my breath in the cold air, and Daaniks as well, as steam came out of his snout and billowed around behind us. When he started to wiggle again, I looked all around me, hoping to the gods that stupid troll hadn't come back just to smite me. But it turned out all he wanted, was out, as he climbed onto my shoulders with his wings. when he got his back feet on my shoulders, he decided to put his clawed wings on the top of my head, gripping my hair to keep from falling off. Guess he got a better view this way. After more, freaking more, flights of stairs, I reached the monastery i was hiking up all this way to get to.

So this is High Hrothgar, everything about the temple was elegant and cold at the same time. Not in a temperature way, more in a uninviting way. We've already established how mother freaking cold it is up here. I saw the donation box as I walked up the large steps, it should've been filled with food some of the pilgrim's brought up, but it seemed empty as I peered into it just for curiosities sake. It was surrounded by flowers and potions though, making it seem more like a shrine or gravestone compared to a donation chest. As I looked up at the imtiminating doors, I raised my hand to knock as Daanik adjusted his claw in my hair.

What if they don't answer, what if they refuse to help me? What if they think he deserves to die like everyone else thinks? Everyone else thinks dragons are the whole reason this world is in a mess, refusing to believe it was their own doing. When I finally gathered up the courage to slam my fist into the door, my breathing stopped as i waited for something. Someone. Just to answer this damn door. No one. I stayed for a minute or two, waiting for someone to answer and see the dragon on my shoulders, but no one heard me.

"I-Hello. I, I need your help. Your the Greybeards, you speak the language of dragons, And, I have a dragon."

Still no answer. Granted I must've sounded crazy. I decided to yell again, just for the hell of it. My willpower started to drop each second there was no movement behind the walls, or that no one was answering. I started to break down, all the will power i had saved up for this moment began to wither away each second someone didn't open the door.

"Please, I'm begging you. He's barely the size of a dog."

Tears started forming in my eyes as the door stayed firmly shut. He didn't deserve to die, everything deserves a chance. Pressing my ear against the door, I could hear, what almost sounded like talking. I knew they were in there! They just needed reassurance that I wasn't lying just to get inside.

"Daanik, I need you to breath fire. The largest fireball you can muster,"

I tried to look up at the little guy, but with him being on my head, I could only just see the bottom of his snout. I could hear him breath in, cocking his neck back like a crossbow before unleashing his belly fire, slamming a pretty good part of the door with a crisping blaze. I only lasted I couple seconds, before the flames puttered out, leaving a pretty good looking spot of charred door. He seemed pretty happy to let out a big bellow like that, must've been quite the rush. When the charred area just started to cool a little bit, someone opened the door, looking at the burnt spot with a little bit of what looked like disbelief. I chuckled and pointed the blame on Daanik, as he looked down at the old man.

"Sorry we burned your door."

"I wasn't lying when I said I had a dragon with me,"

I said, walking beside the Greybeard as he led me inside.

"Certainly not, I am Arngeir. Your Dragon friend has quite the voice for his small size."

"His name is Daanik, at least, thats what i've been calling him."

"Doomed, thats an odd thing to name a dragon."

I guess it was, If you didn't know how I found him. He would've been doomed if I hadn't found him when I did.

"I read the saying Daanikvirsil in a book awhile ago, and when I remember the meaning, I thought It made a cute little name for him. Guess it is kind of sad sounding when you think about it."

I saw a few other Greybeards when I entered the center of the monastery, but they seemed completely quiet, unlike the man I was talking to. The other Greybeards stopped whatever they were doing when they saw me, more specifically Daanik, one walking over to silently bow to me. I only nodded my head, unless i wanted Daanik to go toppling onto the man, I'd just stay upright for the time being.

"Why don't they speak?"

I asked Arngeir, looking over at him as he spoke up. He explained the sheer power of The Voice, and how they hadn't gotten as much control over that raw power like he had. One word could kill a man, he said. That sheer power would be astonishing, and terrifying. I thought, watching as the other went about their meditation. Daanik took his claws off of my head, placing them on my other shoulder instead so he could look over at me. When i could see his head out of the corner of my eye, I playfully clamped his mouth shut with my hand, watching as he tried to shake it off. When he did, he laughed, as close as a dragon who couldn't speak yet could i guess, moving my hand to play with the scales on his neck.

"You've certainly taught him well so far, but his true nature with come to face him even stronger as he grows."

"What then?"

He ushered me to follow him, leading me to the other door that lead out into what I assumed to be a courtyard. It was still cold, like assumed, but the Monastery was in the way of the main gusts of wind. Dragon language was written, or more like burnt, into the snow we were stepping on, but unfortunately I had no clue what they meant.

"Speak to our leader, he rests at the top of mountain. Beware though, the trip to the Throat of The World is a treacherous place."

"It was treacherous when i came up here. I'm pretty sure i'm fine risking everything again. But thank you, for helping me."

He nodded, pointing the way to the gates where I was supposed to go before heading back inside of the monastery. I walked forward, pushing the gates open with all of my might before heading through, fondling the holster of my knife as I walked. I had gotten it from Brynjolf when I met him, saying that one day, "I'd owe him for it". He hadn't asked for anything yet, and I figured he never will. It was the thing that had kept me alive and fed so far, pulling it out as I heard a hissing sound in the distance.

I looked all around for it, and thats when a Ice Wraith came out from behind the rocks. Slithering straight towards me, I slashed it right across the face, causing it to hiss and backstep in pain. As I went at it again, Daanik flew of my shoulder, hovering in the air beside me as i fought. When I got it on the ground, I stabbed it right through what I hoped was it's head, watching as it dissolved into ash on the snow. When I turned around to fully look at Daanik, it dawned on me what he was doing. He's flying! I laughed, plucking him out of the sky and hugging him. He squealed, crawling onto my shoulders again to calm down. Guess it was time to keep moving, If i wanted to reach the top soon, stopping for so long wasn't really a good idea. Stepping over the pile of ash, I kept walking, before I finally made it to what I was fighting to get to; The Throat of The World.

It was beautiful from up hear, as i gazed down at the land below. A fall like that would hurt. A lot. There seemed to me nothing resembling even a hut up here, just a random wall with carvings of all sorts on it. Snow flurried in the center of the space like a small tornado, sparkling as it rose into the sky. As I looked at the curved wall, Along with Daanik who was conducting his own little investigation on the stone carvings, A large gust of wind caused me to turn around. Nothing, but when I looked up slightly, then was suddenly something. Something very big, and intimidating. A gigantic Greenish dragon descended from the sky, landing on the open plain of snow right in front of me.

"Oh my,"

I wanted to speak, but as the grand dragon shook the ground as he landed, I was momentarily struck speechless. Did the person who also came up here talk to this ancient dragon? Judging by the ripped wings and broken spikes along his jaw of the extraordinary beast, he looked like he'd seen many battles, and one most of them. He didn't seem hostile, at least during these first moments, but as he simply sat onto the snow and lowered his neck to look me in the eye, he didn't seem like the dragon to bathe me in fire. At least, right now.

"Drem Yo Lok, what is it you require,"

It seemed more like a command than a question, so I did best to answer the question the great dragon asked.

"Your, Followers, said I did best to meet you, I must say, I didn't exactly expect a dragon,"

I chuckled to myself, looking as the dragon stretched his tattered wings.

"I am as my father Akatosh made me, a dragon. As I can see you have another dragon with you, quite the feat, to have brought him and yourself up here."

I didn't know if that was condescending or a genuine compliment, but as me, I guess it was really was a feat in itself. I stepped forward, coming within chopping distance from the dragon's jaws. Guess it would be best not to piss him off when I was this close.

"I am Paarthurnax, The Leader of the Greybeards,"

"I'm Cira, i'm not really the leader of anything. I just wanted to make sure Daanik grew up to be, well, If i wanted to sound like a three year old, a good dragon. One that didn't desolate everything in sight, one that would rather live his own life, rather than destroying others."

"Your ambitions are hard ones, but possible. You named him Daanik, or was that the name he came with?"

"Came with?"

"Dragons are born knowing their own name, they decide our roles, and ideals. Other times they tell the troubles of our future."

"I found him abandoned, guess his name really did tell something after all."

After I spoke to him of how I found Daanik, he spoke of the Voice, how dragons, and those devoted enough could master. It was something more powerful than any sword, Ulfic Stormcloak, the man who shouted the High King of his very throne, was living proof of it. He explained how he betrayed his brother Alduin, to join the mortals in their training of the ancient art. His want to return to his true dragon nature was strong, but with meditation and his will, he was able to bay his instincts away and keep the mortals below safe from his more primal nature. It was an amazing story, and from the mouth from a dragon, it seemed even more like a legend. I doubt Kana will believe this when I get back. After awhile, I sat down in the snow, listening to the endless stories the dragon had to tell. He'd been though and endless amount of battles, and every battle had a story.

"How fast do dragons grow up? When I got him he was, well he was quite a bit smaller than this."

I made hand motions to judge the size, before pointing at the dragon who was melting a patch of snow beside him.

"Dragons were born to be warriors, Kings, rulers. spending three kings lives simply to be large enough to vanquish one, was impossible. Dragons grow to size fast, and learn fast as well, that he hasn't learned how to speak yet is surprising."

"Could you teach him? to speak i mean. I don't think I'm exacting the greatest teacher."

"I can, and by your partner, your a far better teacher than you say you are."

After a few hours, Paarthurnax gave Daanik his knowledge of language. English and the language of dragons. After some practice, He was able to speak as Paarthurnax was, and learned a few shouts, as the dragon called them, as well. He wasn't anywhere near the level Paarthurnax was, but he was now better able to control his fire. The day had went by far faster than I had expected it to, by the time we were done speaking to the elder dragon, It was completely dark on the mountain. Being as tired as I was, there was no way I was going to be able to make it down the mountain, not to mention it was pitch dark. I was sitting with my back against the carving filled wall. Daanik was sitting beside me, watching as i traced the wall with my finger.

"Yol. It's the words of power for fire breath."

I looked over at Daanik. It was the first time I'd heard him speak, but I had a feeling he wouldn't stop after this. He always used his sounds and body to speak when i asked him something. I never bothered to think If he could talk, he always just seemed to know what the words meant and responded as anyone normally would. It was a little odd to hear him speak, but at least he could better say what he was thinking, rather than trying to just act it out.

"It's been used though."

"By who?"

Maybe the man I was looking for used it, taking the very knowledge carved within. He seemed to get more suspicious by the second, at least by the things he left behind. Paarthurnax had left, flying around the mountain for any other dragons. He said they were sometimes brave enough to come to the mountain, to try and challenge him as they said he had no honor as a dragon.

"The Dragonborn used it."

Paarthurnax said as he landed on the walls ledge. I'd heard the phrase Dragonborn before, from a few norms that had come into Riften one day. The body of a mortal, soul of a dragon and was naturally able to learn Words of Power much more quickly. It was amazing story, but thats all I assumed it was; legend. But from the mouth of the Greybeards leader, I was a little more open to believing it was true. I leaned my back against the wall, looking up at the under belly of Paarthurnax's neck. My eyes got more and more weighty, but before I fell asleep Paarthurnax gave my a word of advise.

"The other dragons know of Daanikvirsil's existance now, there are going to try and bring him to serve Alduin. Beware, and watch they sky closely."

Then I fell into sleep.