Prologue Post
Arcane words echoed softly through the cold, empty space between worlds, penetrating the semi-unconsciousness of the monster locked within. The whispers reverberated around its skull, pecking at its mostly dormant brain, urging it to awaken.
The chant grew louder as the spell's caster continued, shattering the once complete silence of the darkness. From within the depths of the eternal night, something rustled as feeling began to flow back into the prisoner’s body. Slowly, something began to take form in the depths.
Blacker than the space around it, a form hunched up. It straightened, its outline almost human. Lifting its face upward, it let out a roar of pain that soon shifted into menacingly triumphant laughter. Taking in a deep breath as if it had not done so since the beginning of time, it released it as it lowered its head so its chin nearly rested on its chest.
As the chanting neared its finish, the figure opened its glowing red eyes, and a malicious smile spread over its face, displaying its mouth-full of pointed teeth.
“Freedom,” it whispered, its gravelly voice masculine. Raising its arms to the side, the figure shot upward as a thin crack of light formed above him, the sound shaking the very core of the worlds as his form lifted toward freedom--toward the world he once called his.