Dragonborn Saga

With Jon facing the four Masters of High Hrothgar for the first time in his life, they assessed him from head to toe as their speaker approached him.

”So…
a Dragonborn appears at this moment in the turning of the age… ”

The man who spoke was Master Arngeir.
His size was quite short for a Nord but his presence was something else entirely.
It is as if the man was not speaking but rather a force of nature barely trying to hold itself back.
Jon couldn ’t help but smile vividly against such power but he knew it is unwise to show disrespect in front of Skyrim ’s most respected.

”I, Jonhild of Clan Firemane known as Jon Dare, have come to answer the summons of the Greybeards. ” He spoke for the first time to them without restricting his voice ’s abilities either.

Arngeir looked at Jon with a hint of curiosity as Jon ’s voice wasn ’t ordinary either.
It had a lot of raw power just like a stream but Jon had an excellent ability to hold himself back that was naturally born within him as Dragonborn, even Master Arngeir had been through thick and thin to reach such a point of restriction.

”Ah! There is the gift.
Kyne has blessed your tongue indeed.
Tell me, how long have you been using the Voice? ” Arngeir said.

”Six years… but I practiced for two years before it and learned the Dovahzul at an early age. ” Jon said.

Angrier and the rest of the Greybeards showed concerned faces.

”Didn ’t you know that practicing the Voice at such a tender age may have costed you your voice or even your life. ” Arngeir asked.

”I have known of my ability to shout since the beginning. ”

”That you are a Dragonborn? ”

”Yes. ”

”Hmmm… so, Dragonborns know what they are.
That was not recorded before… ” Arngeir wondered, ”Our predecessors never recorded that Tiber Septim knew before he was called… and Reman never knew until he shouted the savages of Akavir at the Pale Pass. ”

Jon smiled at the remarks.

”Just a prophecy of a Moss Priest. ” He said.

Arngeir looked deeply into Jon and remembered something.

”Firemane… could it be that you are the child who caused the chaos between the clans 19 years ago? ”

”I can take the blame for many things in this world and a few other worlds but not really when I was but a year old. ” Jon smiled wryly.

”Oh… indeed. ” Arngeir nodded with a light smile, ”But the child is truly you.
It was unwise to stand in the way of Fate.
We let a disciple down that day and he shouted those Nords to their senses.
Skyrim was loud then as it is loud today. ”

A few words reveal what men are and for those Greybeards who rarely say anything, this was a historical moment worthy of studying.
Jon was way above curious when it came to those people.

”So listening and speaking are two different ways? ” Jon asked.

Arngeir stroked his beard and nodded.

”Obviously.
You just listened… maybe a little.
But if you truly listen, you won ’t need to speak.
Those who say that if speaking is of Silver then listening is of Gold may have underestimated the wisdom they spoke else they have not spoken and kept listening. ”

Arngeir chuckled lightly and the other three Masters showed slight smiles, Jon barely understood that this was a grandpa joke only they found funny somehow.
He had to try and listen to it but it would be anticlimactic in such a moment.

”Can I learn how to listen? ” Jon asked.

”But we invited you to teach you how to speak. ” Arngeir replied.

”Anyone can speak… even my cat. ”

”Anyone can listen… even you can. ”

”Then how to listen? ”

”It is not a question that can be answered by speaking even though if I spoke the answer… ”

”I see. ”

Jon nodded as he just learned something valuable beyond anything he knew of the Voice.

To listen is not to speak.
It is truly basic.
Arngeir refused to say it but gave Jon an obvious hint.
Still, what happens when listening?

Listening and Speaking are two ways of the Thu ’um.
They are not clearly the same thing but they complete and complement each other if followed right.

The Thu ’um is a Tonal Magic, each word said is that of the language of the Dragons but this language transcends even the Dragons for it may be attributed to them but it is not actually theirs.

The Language is the Language of the Sky.
Dragons are the dwellers of the sky thus it can be their native language one way or the other.
This opens the door for many methods of understanding and seeing a lot of wisdom, a wisdom that even the Dragons do not possess.

Such a height! Jon thought he may learn something new but to find that he was but a frog in a well with all those heroics under his belt, he was nearly about to burst out laughing if not for the wariness of showing disrespect.

”If I begged to learn more, would you teach me? ” Jon asked back.

”I ’d take your answer as a no then.
Still, I have taught you all I can. ” Arngeir said.

”Indeed.
I guess I would understand less if I know more. ”

Arngeir ’s face brightened up for Jon ’s last remark.
Many can reach the level of this understanding but a few can think such as that.
People always ask to know more but do they truly listen? Of course they can ’t be blamed if they don ’t properly listen as not all who talk can properly speak.

In each sentence spoken, a listener must learn.
Then what if the Sky itself speaks.
It is hard to listen to the Sky properly so one must learn how to listen in a new way.

The Greybeards live on a High Mountain not for the reason to be closer to the Gods or the Sky as some may claim but the actual reason is to stay away from the noises of the world.
They are peaceful men who do not wish to be disturbed unless in the times of great need where they must perform their duty such as the time where the Nords are truly endangered or the emergence of a Dragonborn.

By listening, they naturally come to learn the words of the Sky which eventually leads to their sense of hearing being keen resulting in their voices being that of the Storm.
Jon has spent almost half of his life trying to speak the Voice while all he had to do is just listen.

”Sigh! All of a sudden, speaking became so distasteful. ” Jon said.

”Isn ’t it still necessary? ” Arngeir asked.

”Sadly. ”

”Then let us hear you speak.
Give us a Taste of your Voice, Dragonborn. ”

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