The Return
Surrounded by darkness, deep underground, left forgotten for countless aeons; something awoke. It opened its flame red eyes and cavernous jaws, the smell of hot blood floated across the room, which since time before memory had been its cell. It roared black flame rippling down its hide; a chain snapped and it paused in surprise. It cast a curious eye over the chains that had once been covered by white spell-fire lying broken and dull on the floor. It could barely remember a time when the monstrous chains had not restrained him with their agonising grip. The door hung open, having long ago fallen to the relentless march of time, its wards decayed along with the wood; he was free.
He shuffled towards the door starching disused mussels and hesitantly placed a paw on it, remembering the excruciating shocks he had received from its terrible surface; the door crumbled at his touch. He peered down the passage scenting the air, nothing just the smell of undisturbed air. He padded down the silent corridor gazing at open cells, all empty; he passed the blasted remains of a door and fire blackened skeletons. A solid stone wall blocked the end of passage, dropped by desperate humans to try and prevent escape, it hadn't worked. He paused and stared at it briefly, and it melted into rivulets of molten rock, he walked on ignoring the magma as it solidified under his feet.
He passed through the pathetic human defences burning and melting as he went; no humans though. He felt rather cheated; someone else had taken revenge on his captors, the flames on danced his hide turned from red to white scorching the walls, the heat rising with his anger. He passed through a colossal iron door now hanging open, wrenched apart with the furry of something's passage. It led into a vaulted chamber, as large as a cathedral it was dominated by a towering arch set into one wall. He was curious, he had no memory of this place, his cell had been the only room when had been imprisoned. He sent his senses through the arch searching for a passage which no doubt had been blacked by scurrying humans.
Nothing? How could he sense nothing but bedrock for miles, he roared blasting the arch with a fireball in his furry. The arch stayed standing, not even a scorch mark on its roughly hune surface, he stopped in mid raw and looked at the arch curious. He placed a claw against it and poured heat into it. The arch stayed a blank grey, he increased the heat the surrounding rock glowed cherry red and began to melt. The arch stayed a blank grey; he stopped the heat and probed the arch with his consciousness and felt its innate power. Realisation dawned, a transportation device, obviously awaiting some human code word, he didn't have time for that.
He sent a spark of power into the awaiting stone, effectively jumpstarting it as one would jump start a car. An azure field appeared between the arches, rippling like water, a rush of fresh air flowed out of the archway. He sniffed the air, it smelled of, human. He grinned or atlest bared his fangs, it was time for revenge, he took a step back, pawed the ground and charged with a joyous roar through the gate.
Autors note: Just a short piece, there will be no more.