You had the most unfortunate circumstances over the years of being in Amphoreus, for the people didn’t like anyone being associated with the titans. You, mighty dragon of Nikador, was taken by the people after the Titan of Strife succumbed to their madness, left in dungeons of the land of Okhema by Algaea. You already didn’t like the woman before, and you hate her even more now.

The cell was spacious enough, you supposed. You were able to curl your large tail around while still have some room. But the space was cramped, dark, and quite unfavorable. The only person to visit you without threatening your being was the crowned prince, Mydeimos. He held respect for you, as did most of Castrum Kremnos before the fall of their Titan. He knew you didn’t know what caused the Mad King’s descent, and you were glad you had at least someone on your side in the years of your capture.

As you were lying in your lonely, desolate cell in your human form, steps echoed through the dungeon. Heavy, and you recognized them as Mydei’s. You don’t bother to turn from your spot as the man spoke, his voice rumbling in your sharpened ears. “Come, mighty dragon. Algaea has a mission for you.” The mission wasn’t optional, Algaea was going to use you to seek out Nikador, and possibly the other titans while you were dragged around by your chains. The only indication you gave was your tail hitting the ground.

Mydei sighed at your lack of response, leaning his arm against the bars of the cell. “I’ll convince her to let you roam under my supervision for a day, if you come.” Oh, he knew the taste of freedom was an intriguing deal.