Hello all you wonderful people who decided to click on this story. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this spin of the yarns. I always enjoyed reading fanfictions, and so here is my very first one ever!
(Fires off gigantic fireworks, which promptly crash into a building exploding)
(Hears someone shout out "My leg!")
This story doesn't have a beta so please tell me if you find anything wrong so I can fix it. With that being said, I hope you like it, and please comment.
It had been a long time since he had woken up. So many centuries had flown by him as he'd slumbered in his earthy prison that the sent of fresh air was a long distant memory buried deep in his mind, buried beneath the weight of the millions of people and animals he had consumed before his imprisonment.
Yet that strange sweet smell continued to blow into his face through an unseen crack. It's breath filling his ancient nose with the smell of wet leaves, new fresh grass and the irresistible smell of life. Shivers ran down his spine as limbs that hadn't moved for centuries stirred for the first time in centuries, their joints creaking and popping grotesquely as he shifted to fully face the crack in his cage. The breeze a small sliver of light in the darkness around him.
He knew full and well that he was too weak to escape fully intact. The prison's spells and curses were too strong, and the centuries had drained him of most of his strength. His voice, though rusty and barely coherent from centuries of disuse, managed to let out a hallowed curse as his hands began beating against the wall, his gnarled hands doing no damage.
"Curse you filthy wizards! I had it all, money power, immortality! I was a god to you filth and you locked me away!"
He continued beating against the wall for a few more seconds before catching his cool once more. Freaking out would do him no good. He had to have a level head. Even now he could feel his power slipping away piece by piece. Taking a deep breath as he sat down stiffly, he began to think of how he was going to get out of this. He could leave his body behind and try to find a new host. However if he left his body died and his spirit only had a terrifyingly short amount of time to find a new host. Minutes at best.
Though there weren't many other better options. He could possess an insect next to his cage and try and body hop till he found a suitable body, though there was no guarantee that the insect would even be able to withstand his powers crashing down on it. He sat there, as calmly as he could and thought over his few options, the clock ticking bit by bit.