From the journal of Thales Hammer-Arm,

Fredas, 1 Morning Star, 4E 204

I guess I'm in this situation because I was arrogant, or maybe it's because I never listened to people. Either way, I'm stuck here, a slave to a dragon. I guess I should write down how it happened, so my grandchildren will know their elder's story... As if I'll ever have children.

I was walking from Morthal to Whiterun. The innkeeper, Jonna, had told me to watch out for dragons in the mountains. I dismissed her worries without a second thought. There hadn't been a dragon in a long while, what with the Dragonborn hunting them. I traveled directly south, as to avoid Labyrinthian. I started into a mountain, and upon reaching the top, I stopped and stared at the scenery laid before me. I was immersed in the beauty of the plains for several minutes. Then I heard a noise. A terrible Thu'um more horrible than I've ever heard in all my years. A shrill voice cried, "Qo! Iiz! Yol!" Waves of ice, fire, and lightning poured over me. The Thu'um overwhelmed me. I was on my knees in an instant. A dragon landed behind me, knocking me off balance. I rolled over to face my foe, unsheathing my dagger, without any true hope that it could save me. In its powerful voice, the dragon spoke. "Drem, joor. Peace."

This dragon was unique. It had shimmering blue scales with dull white eyes. It seemed leaner than the other dragons I'd seen, and it moved with an agility that was unheard of in dragons. "What do you want?" I had said.

"Joor, if you hind dein laas, if you wish to keep your life, then you will be my aar, my servant." The dragon responded.

At the time, I laughed inwardly at the notion of a human serving a dragon. I spat out, "I'll never serve you, demon!"

"Aar uv dinok. Servant or death. Those are the only two choices." Its shrill voice resounded through my head as the earth under me quaked from its feet.

My hands dropped to the ground, my dagger bouncing out beside me. I had no will to die so young. "And what might I call my new master?" I submitted.

"I am Kulaasvolkein. You, joor, are my thrall now. You are not to speak my name. Refer to me as Aazin." The dragon seemed to register my confusion over the whole conversation. "Krosis. It is in a dragon's nature to speak in their tongue. I will restrain myself."

I needed to be careful with my choice of words. "And where would I live?"

"Yes... Joorre require shelter. There is a place in the mountains that is not easily accessed, Deepwood Vale. Joorre can only enter it through Deepwood Redoubt. It is inhabited by the Forsworn. Are you afraid of the Forsworn?"

"A true Nord is afraid of nothing."

The dragon stepped closer to me, its face now inches from mine. "Do you fear me?"

I tried to say something, but no words came to my mouth. "As I thought." The dragon retreated back a few steps and took wing. I was snatched off the ground by its talons in seconds. The force of the blow knocked the wind out of me. The dragon flew so fast I became disoriented. We were at Deepwood Vale in a matter of minutes. I was dropped on top of a tower, where Aazin took roost also. I took note of the dead Forsworn scattered on the ground.

I decided to speak, "Looks like something beat us here."

"I killed them." Aazin said.

"These are wounds inflicted by an axe, not your demon breath."

"Demon breath? I do hope you remember that the dragons are the servants Akatosh, one of your Nine Divines." Aazin's voice resounded, gaining it's shrillness once again, "Dov med joor!"

My eyes nearly flew out of my skull. Before them, Aazin was engulfed in a bright light. When it was gone, a human stood in front of me. An Imperial woman with dark black hair and the same white eyes. She was clad in a full body set of armor fashioned from dragon scales. "What did you do?"

She glanced at me with acute annoyance, "It's a shout, the Thu'um. It allows me to blend in with joorre, and to navigate small caverns."

I stood there for a moment, pondering the implications. I broke the silence with, "Then what do I do now?"

She began to turn to the edge of a ledge and said, "We shall begin your training."

"In what?"

"The Voice, your Thu'um. I cannot have a guard that does not know the Thu'um."

"And what does a dragon need a guard for?"

"Why, for the Dragonborn, of course."

And that's how I started to learn how to use the dragons' Thu'um and how I became enthralled to a dragon. Aazin has forbade me from writing anything pertaining to my lessons, so I do not think that I will be adding any recent entries to my journal.

Middas, 17 First Seed, 4E 204

My initial thoughts on Aazin may have been a little misguided. She's a very unique dragon. She almost acts motherly outside of our training sessions. She's teaching me to control my voice and focus it into shouts. The training has been going well. Aazin says I'm gifted in the voice.

Aazin has told me to be wary of changes in the air and the environment. I haven't left this vale since I arrived, but I am thinking that things will not be the same when I see the outside world again.

Loredas, 1 Second Seed, 4E 204

Aazin has allowed me time off from training today. Something strange happened to the sun overhead during our session. The sun was covered by what seemed like a giant hole that emitted some unnatural light. Aazin looked put off by this turn of events. She assumed her dragon form and flew off when it happened. This can't be a good sign if the sun is blotted out. I'm no scholar, but I'd say that the sun is important to the life of the people of Skyrim. I must speak to Aazin when she returns to learn more about the matter. She surely left to investigate this happening.

Sundas, 2 Second Seed, 4E 204

Aazin returned today. She has explained to me the reasons behind the vanishing of the sun. She says that a Volkihar vampire lord has obtained Auriel's Bow and is using Bloodcursed Arrows to block the shine of the sun. According to Aazin, the sun is the only direct flow of energy between Mundus and Aetherius. She feels as if the blocking of this flow could have dire consequences. She has told me that we will be relocating out of Deepwood Vale. Aazin fears that the state of affairs in Tamriel is about to change dramatically. I can just hope that we can adjust to the new world without losing our minds or our heads.