Chapter 9

The guards came quickly when they discovered all their prisoners screaming in pain. Ahzera, getting bored of waiting, blew tendrils of flame into the rising waters. The water steamed and boiled, Ahzera also dripped a small vial of red liquid into the water. It was non-lethal, but it gave the dungeon floor a look of blood. This made the guards come even quicker. They stomped through the boiling water, as if it was nothing. They saw Ahzera's trick and they screamed in rage. Two of the guards held Ahzera to the wall, while the third one unplugged the drain, and plugged the hole in the window. They released him onto the bed, spat at him, and left. Ahzera checked the posts of the bed, The bottoms had been weakened and eaten away. He smiled a grim grin and stepped down, onto the floor. He prepared his jeweled boot, and kicked. The first bar cracked and fell. He wrapped the remaining rags of the bed around his silky glove and punched the second bar. It fell apart, Ahzera stepped through the hole and picked up the intact bar. He closed his eyes, muttered something in a foreign tongue, and the bar grew into a golden looking spear. The head was a glinting silver, The shaft was a sight to behold, It looked as if someone took a king's scepter, and put a spear head on it. Ahzera stepped up the mucky slimy dungeon stars, ignoring the plaintive cries of the other inmates. Into the light...