The darkness was complete. Whole, shadows swirled like mist within the core of her mind. Sometimes she retreated here, to this world of obsidian. It was so calm, and peaceful. The darkness danced around her, drawing black threads across her skin in a caress.
Hidden deep in the cracks and crevices of her soul, prowling behind the shadows, the beast stalked.
She didn t know why she did it. Maybe he did this to her. He probably did, once, but now she came here of her own free will. Or was it? You could never really tell with the broken souls, how their will was shattered and moulded into a form of his wish.
She recalled her breaking. It had been elongated and excruciating . Perhaps she had been too strong or stubborn. Maybe. Or maybe he wanted her to suffer, to scream in unbearable agony for hours on end.
Her body had been the easiest to break. So many tender, soft areas and hundreds of bones too crush beneath his hand. Scars crisscrossed her body, glowing a delicate silver. They could be healed. In time. They were, every time she felt herself falling closing her eyes, fading into the darkness. She would always wake up, her body unmarked the scars gone with skin as smooth as a newborn. He went to great lenghts to keep her alive.
The breaking of her mind hadn't been too difficult after that either. Her resistance had been worn down like rocks on a shore, while her body was left beaten and bruised. She had been already delirious when he struck her. He was strong, but somehow she was stronger. Even covered in blood, chained like a savage and collared like a beast she was stronger. Ha, she was just a credit to her masters. Those whose eyes shone with wisdom passed down through the ages. The best of course.
It had taken him and one hundred of his masters best, to invade her mind. She had held on for as long as she could but like a sapling in front of an avalanche, she had bowed under the pressure, taking as many of his men as she could to drown under the ice and fire.
Her Spirit.
The beast snarled furiously. A pair of fierce, intelligent eyes illuminated the dark, claws raking against it's prison . The elslaving chains rattled as it reared up trying to break free. Only to have silence return as the beast quit, hanging its head in shame.
Ah yes. He came close, ever so close, to breaking her spirit. After her mind it wasn t to difficult. He knew the name she hid within, the one she kept to herself. The name that surrendered her will, he ripped memories and secrets from the deepest corner of her mind. He found her most sacred secret of all, the one that had been hidden by five ancient Masters and their Dragons. The secret she never knew, the secret she longed to remain hidden in the ancient tombs of her ten teachers.
Shuffling its wings restlessly, the beast tested its cold and painful but weakening bindings. Soon, it hissed, a promise, its thoughts edged with menace. The beast threw its head up and roared scorching black flames into the darkness. Very soon, ye who caged us shall be punished. The Dragon growled slowly closing its eyes to the dark.
