The pale glass of his prison had become a familiar sight during his stay, and the dragon wondered if he would ever see the light of day. Every once in a while it seemed to drain him of his power, forcing him to the floor daily.
Kyurem began to despair as he quickly realized his powers were being used to harm the very region he helped save centuries ago. He had once entertained the thought of inflicting an icy curse upon the land, but banished it.
He lied down, wondering when – or if –his prison would become a distant memory.