Nightmare Unbound

[Prophet]

The Prophet, he remembered little. Mostly going into an inn, almost collapsing into the door. Being dragged up to a room. He tried to recall anything after that. but was met with a haze of black and red bolts in his form of sight. His mind raced. He thought for a second before letting go of the mental block, ad shifted into the language of Argus "ZJARRI! PËR MUA! Some power danced at his fingertips, but flickered out and finally extinguished. He cried out into the dark room. Then he noticed the fact of his chains, they were attached to his neck and ankles, keeping his from moving anything at all except his arms.

"Ah, so the little Xaxan has woken up."

Said a voice, it was deep, not unlike the voices of the monks that ran the Citadel, but it had a hint of malice, a tinge of hatred in it. It resounded through the chamber with a noticeable echo. Xaxan regained his composure from the spook he got from hearing it. It sounded like the voice he heard the night before, right after he collapsed. He closed his eyes, shifting into the timeways and was blocked by a black wall.

"Welcome to you worst nightmare"

Said the voice as a heavy built mas stepped out, holding a pen. "So, Prophet. How are you doing on summoning your fire?"

Xaxan screamed as a sigil was tattooed into his chest
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The next thing he knew was blackness.