Juvia X Reader

The Dragonborns Inheritance: Arrival On High Hrothgar

My son, you may never understand who I was. Or what I did to save you and your mother. All I ask is that when you are able to, travel to the Greybeards up in High Hrothgar. They will tell you who I was, and why I never returned to your mother to raise you as I should have. Climb to the top of the Throat Of The World, and you shall find the inheritance I have placed for you.

Placing the letter back in your shirt pocket, lacing your cloak shut once more. You stood on the steps of High Hrothgar, having travelled for years to finally stand here. Gathering your courage you opened the heavy stone door, closing it against the howling wind behind you, you looked about. Unable to see anyone you walked in past the stone wall, and stopped. You watched as a man in a grey robe knelt, and appeared to be meditating in the middle of the room. "Um...excuse me sir?" You asked tentatively, looking at him as he looked back. "Welcome. You must be (F/N) (L/N)." Taken aback you replied, "How do you know my name?" Standing now he walked over. "Your father, the Dovahkin, lived with us to master the Voice. He told us one day you would come, seeking his inheritance and to know who he was." Nodding you unlaced your cloak and gave him the letter. "Yes, I received this a few weeks ago." Looking it over he nodded solemnly​. "Yes. He sent this before he left to protect the villages from rouge dragons. He said that he wanted you to see it, in the event that he passed from this world to that of Sovngarde." Handing it back to you he began to walk to the steps leading up into the main part of the hall. "Follow me young one. I shall take you to the peak, and show you your inheritance." As the two of you walked out into the courtyard the wind picked up fiercely. "Stay close boy, this storm will lead to your demise if you cannot see!" Nodding you shouted in reply, "Yes sir! Thank you for this sir!"

Your cloak whipped hard at the strong winds as you looked at the chest, a dwarven greatsword resting on it. "This is it. The inheritance he left for you." Sighing you walked closer and rested a hand upon it, fearful of opening it. "May you leave me be for a moment? I wish to open it alone." Nodding solemnly he turned, and left, waiting at the edge of the flat spot of land this chest rested on, a broken stone wall encircling my inheritance as I sheltered myself from the wind. As if the 9 wished to see what lay in wait for me, the storm seemed to dissipate, the wind slowing to a soft whisper, the snow pausing it's descent for now. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and opened it.