Chapter 8

The cell was dark, damp, cramped, but, it had a window, which currently was filled with water. Break the window? No, it would fill the cell with water. Melt the bars? No, they're made out of stone. Ambush the guards? No, they give me food through a slot. Become a slave? Perhaps... If I'm desperate. Yes, It's the only way, get cleaned up, revert back a bit into human form, change my master-crafted clothes into royal garb...Yes, it could work. Alright. First, I need to clean this filth off. Ahzera, who had been talking to himself, lept into action. Carving a small circle in the glass, water began to pour inside. Stepping under it, he cleaned off as much as he could. Plugging the hole in the window, and uncovering the drain in the floor, he dried the cell out. After shaking the water off his body like a dog, he sat on the now dry bed.  Straining, he reverted backwards into a more human like form. Retaining his wings but being rid of the scales and dragon-like face, he looked much better. He casted what sounded like a king's title upon the clothes and they shunk and stretched and became a suit. With golden chunks for buttons, and rubies for cufflinks, he looked like a king's advisor. leaping with cat lie grace upon the floor, he wrapped his sheets around his now clawless hands and punched the glass. Wincing upon impact, he broke the small window. Water now gushing in, he clogged the drain with the sheets. Climbing upon the bed to stay dry, he said to himself,  "Now it's only a matter of time..." "Only a matter of time..."