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With a flap of your wings, you burst towards the Elf that shot you. Before anybody has the opportunity to react you grab him by the throat and fly up into the air.

Terror on his face, he attempts to speak but nothing comes out.

A strange sensation in your hand. You've never felt it before. You look down to see that your hand is both there, yet not? What the hell is this? It's being drawn to the Elf. Curiosity gets the better of you and you bring your hand to the Elf. He looks just as confused as you. You place your hand on his head. That is when the screams began. Torturous screams which could be heard all over the citadel. Then you start pulling. You're pulling something out of the Elf.

His soul.

The screaming stops. Silence.

"It's beautiful." you remark.

Grunting in pain your hand starts to absorb the soul. Knowledge comes flooding in. The Elf's knowledge, his experiences. He has seen many battles, read many books, studied many languages. All this knowledge is now yours.

You now know what you are. You had just been born. You had little knowledge of what you were. All you knew was you are strong and different from all the rest.

"Dragon," you state. "I am a Dragon... But I don't look like a Dragon? I'm much smaller than a Dragon. I do have wings and a tail. Scales and horns too. But to a much smaller degree. I wonder why..."

Another odd feeling. You can feel the Elf residing within you. He is you and yet not you. Himself but something else. An Elf but no longer Elven.

Putting it at the back of your mind, for now, you need more answers. You must consume more and learn more. You know that the goblins and orcs are going to be useless here. But the rest of the invaders? They will be useful.

Nine left, all battle hardened. Grizzled veterans boasting great skill. You know that the magic casters would hold the most knowledge for you to consume, but getting to them would be difficult, especially with those dwarves protecting them. Your only choice, for now, was the dwarves or the elves.

You fly closer to the Elves.

"Cín mellon, what was hon est-?" (Your friend, what was his name?)

Looking around nervously, one of the girls reply "Tal'eth."

"Ceri- cin ped- i common lammen?" (Do you speak the common tongue?)

"I do" the other Elf replied. "But Len'alath does not"

"Len'alath... A lovely name, and yours?

"Kerathaluun."

"Well... Kerathaluun, Len'alath, I have absorbed the soul of Tal'eth. He now resides in me. I know everything that he did. That is how I learned your language."

The Elves look disgusted at this new information.

"Because I know all of this information, I know how valuable you girls are." you say with a devilish grin "Come and join me. Call me your new master and you shall live. You will have a good life. Plenty of food, shelter, war..."

"We would never join a monster like you!" she screams.

"Very well. Then you shall join your friend in the void!"