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Sarah had done the unthinkable, the very act her Sire had warned her against so many times before since the return of the creatures.

She had drunk the blood of a Dragon, tasted it's very lifeforce flow through her. More than that, she had bound the being to her will, The Dovah now served Sarah as she was its master.

Calling forth the powers she had gained from the experience was almost overwhelming, but so hard to resist using now that she was tapped into them.

"Now I know what those Dragon priests seen and felt in their days, this power is incredible..."

After calming the storm within her, Sarah found herself Looking out over the mountains, out into the distance where an ancient castle stood, it's form shadowing the horizon in the early morning gloom.

"Well 'Lord' Harkon. I think it's time we had a talk..."