"Frivion...oh my dear Frivion..." cooed a cold voice.

Frivion shivered nervously in the dimly lit cave. Firstly, he was in the presence of the most powerful dragon in the whole world, or at least that is what he has heard, and secondly, he was between a rock and a hard place. Frivion had left his own dragons to serve the great dragon, making him a traitor and wholly unwanted by his past friends and family. He was, to the great dragon, at most, dispensable.

"Yes master," Frivion said as he lowered his head. His tail was shaking uncontrollably and the cave echoed the fervent patter.

"You're a traitor, aren't you? Leaving those who loved you in pursuit of power," said the voice, whose owner was still hidden in the shadows.

"Yes master," Frivion replied.

"Yet, in your pursuit of power, you have failed me."

"Yes master, forgive me."

"You know, Cortev is much like you, joining me and betraying his own, but unlike you, he managed to dispose of many of opposing dragons. You've also lost my trust, I know you told."

"Forgive me master, I was tortured..."

The great dragon puffed. A cloud of smoke came into the light and spiraled upwards.

"You don't have anywhere to go, do you?"

"No, master."

A deafening silence fell upon the cave. Frivion could feel the hard ground beneath his great claws. He feared it would be the last thing he would ever feel.

"Frivion, do me a favor and dig a grave. Would you do this last deed for your master?"

Frivion bowed, low to the ground.

"Thank you master for you mercy."

The great dragon did not reply immediately.

"I will attend to you later."

Frivion bowed one last time. He turned around and flew into the darkening sky. The great dragon breathed heavily. He had just finished some relatively unimportant business.

*Now choose the dragon that you wish to see the story from.*