**Sp-sp-spoilers**
AN: This is the first time I've used this type of prose. I think it turned out pretty well, but the ending could have been easier to understand. _
Hopefully you get what I was trying to say about Sapphique and Incarceron's relationship and the nature of the riddle. On another note, I really enjoyed Incarceron because I think it was as close to a happy ending the prison could get. *smile*
Sapphique dreamed of freedom. More then any man, he strived for it. He spoke the language of the birds and listened to the whispers of sky. Deep in the unconscious he had tasted the fruits of otherworlds. He yearned for them and took them as his own.
But dreams do not last long in Incarceron. As the discordant sound of the Prison reverberated, Sapphique's worlds slowly rusted. His wings turned to wax and he fell into Incarceron's own restless dreams.
He knew then that to earn true freedom he had to Escape. But Sapphique had no illusion of hidden doors and locked corridors. He knew the only way out was through Incarceron himself. For they were his children and the only way out was the path they had come.
But Incarceron was a beast that ate his children. He gave them life as a parent, and destroyed them in the same way. If Incarceron had a heart, he had lost it long ago.
Sapphique decided to search for this heart none the less. He went high and low. He saw many things. He met many people, and lived many lives.
Finally he found it. It was a small room in plain view that seemed to be shrinking even as he looked at it. Still, Sapphique talked to it. He acknowledged it and in this way it grew bigger and bigger until even Incarceron could see it.
Then Sapphique asked, "Father will you speak with me?"
Incarceron laughed and he answered, Yes. For Incarceron recognized the great brightness Sapphique possessed. It was the brightness that had charmed so many. But he was attracted to the darkness in him; the darkness all his children held.
It was in Sapphique too, buried deep. It was as strong as it was deep. Incarceron admired it and felt perhaps he had found an equal.
Sapphique felt this too. He was even surer that one day he would surpass his Father. So he challenged him, and asked him to reveal his true form.
Incarceron obliged and appeared to Sapphique in visage as powerful and terrible he knew him to be.
They fought then: with words and wit, with sword and claw, with elation and despair.
Finally, Sapphique asked a question that the Prison had no answer to.
He had forgotten it long ago.
At this, Sapphique looked on sadly and said, "I will show you, Incarceron. I will bestow upon you my wings."
At first there was nothing. All was quiet in the heart of Incarceron. Then there was light; blinding, powerful light that tasted of warmth and bliss.
Then it was gone. Sapphique had used it as his key.
Incarceron was alone.