14 July 2012
Ryu roared; a deafening, blistering sound that shook the walls of the dungeon. His chains snapped and withered away, turning to dust. He burst from his magical confines, a sound like thunder rolling across the sky.
The Magic Weaver looked at the Ryu in awe; his blue scales ripping down his long, slender form. The walls shuddered again as the dragon growled, it was entwined with a silvery slip of magic that begun to chase away the ancient wards Tyuman had set upon the dungeon so long ago.
A wolf-like snarl cracked from his lips like a whip, this beast could be confined no longer.
He pounced.
Mira called after him, but the sleek, blue form was no longer in sight. She turned her head to the warm sunlight, grinning widely.
"Come on, Tyuman, the world is waiting for us!" She called as she ran to leave, Pirr a flash of black and white flying along behind her.
Tyuman hesitated for a moment, feeling uneasy about the world he had been absent from for so long. Raoul, the small brown mouse curled up in his top pocket gave an excited squeak. The Magic Weaver nodded, setting forth into his new-found freedom knowing exactly what he had to do.
The Image Realm | 10 • Opuss № I