The morning son awoke me. I rub my scales. I let out a sigh. A week has passed, and I'm still in hell. I've gotten control of most of my power. I thought I would destroy the hunters with this power. But now I serve them. I'm just a servant to Krogan and Viggo. I hate myself. It's only been a week, but I'm sure it'll get worse and worse. 

I put my black cloak on. I pull the black sleeves with iron claws up my arms. I pull my hood up. I grab the white mask with two eyeholes and put it on my face. They insist me to wear this thing. I am not one to argue. No one must ever know about me, and about what I've become. I slither out of the tent and toward Krogan's and Viggo's hut. I'm surrounded by hunters. I watch as they engage in blacksmithing and building cages for dragons. I can't believe I work for these people.

I enter the tent. They look at me. 

"Are you forgetting something?" Krogan asked. 

I do a small bow. They just love savoring victory. I rise back up. 

"How cute is this, the dragon master is but a servant?" Krogan mocked.

He turned to me.

"I have a job for you." He said.

"Which is?" I ask.

"We need more ice tail pike. It is crucial for our operations. It's time we take our operation back" Krogan said.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"We need Alvin back in our grasp. You're going to take him and bring him to us." Krogan said.

I almost choke. You want me to do what? I look at Krogan. I don't have a choice.

"Yes master." I nod.

I slither out of the tent. This day isn't going to get any easier.