▉__Zexen Tiberius__Elen__▉
"We're going to see Fiona." Dorian replied to Zexen’s inquiry while scratching his beard. "She was teleported to our most secure prison, Brikar Prison. Imagine a stronghold that would need an army to both enter and break free from it. The secured gates are the only way in and the only way out. The walls are high and dozens of guards patrol it. The inmates are held in an underground spire half a mile deep. The cells are small, well guarded, and filled with anti magic items, draining mana much like that bomb. We won't be able to use magic once we're inside. The inmates are bounded with sealing tattoos for extra insurance. It's a sight to behold." Dorian finished, picking up his pipe out of his trouser pocket. As he lit the pipe, Dorian looked out over the horizon. The towers of the prison could just be seen over the landscape. They were getting closer. Dorian looked back over to Zexen trying to roast his food. "How do you like the weather here? Paradise, right?"
Zexen couldn’t believe his ears, more mana sapping was to come. The bomb was one horrible thing, the bracelet he was mandated to where for training was another thorn in his side, but now they were going into a prison that was designed to suck the magic out of you. Zexen began to worry if he’d survive it all. He decided that he needed to soon investigate the scope of the relationship between his physical well-being and his mana. During the mana-bomb he felt as if he’d experienced a near death experience. That would certainly be a question for his father or the Blue Faery, however given Valen’s track record of being highly evasive when answering origin questions, Zexen figured that asking the Blue Faery was the way to go. However since neither were nearby at present he’d have to wait.
Zexen replied to Dorian with a fatigued chuckle. ”Yeah the weather here is to die for.” Zexen managed to roast his meat enough to eat it and took several large bites before continuing. ”Valen Alus used to have winters, with snow. I’m the reason it’s a desert climate perpetually. I used to hate winter and one day I wished and prayed with all my might that my country would never see another cold day again. I was about 6 years old then. All I remember is glowing and a light shot from me to the sky parting the clouds. I fainted after that. I woke up in melted snow under a hot sun. We had never had another true winter day since and that was so many years ago. It was difficult for the citizens to adjust to life in a new climate. My father dealt with anyone that was cross with me for what I did. Not even he could fix it.”
Zexen looked up at Dorian and smiled with a glimmer of regret in his eyes. ”I guess your icy training regimine is somewhat a fitting punishment for my making life difficult for my people.”
Soon their ship arrived at Brikar Prison. The place was indeed very large and well-fortified. Zexen could feel the extra fatigue the magic drain was putting on him. It seemed that few others reacted to mana drain like he did. The still had their physical energy whereas he was losing his physical stamina along with his magic. He and Dorian stood outside the prison, Zexen began to look fatigued. He turned to Dorian, ”Do you mind if I at least take the bracelet off while we’re inside? I’m worried it’s all taking too much of a toll on me.”
Once inside the passed through many corridors lined with guardsmen. They all looked tough. Inside this place magic was indeed near impossible to achieve. Zexen wondered how many high risk magical prisoners did Khalidor have to warrant this manner of building. The fatigue was becoming a bit more difficult for Zexen to soldier through. He honestly wanted to grab hold of Dorian for support but he resolved to tough it out for as long as possible. They finally reached Fiona. Zexen was somewhat uneasy about her being locked up. She didn’t seem malicious but he knew looks were often deceiving. Zexen bowed forward respectfully and greeted her.
”Lady Fiona, it is good to see you are relatively well. Although I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.” Zexen turned towards Dorian, ”Dorian, how long must she remain imprisoned? You really think she is responsible for the manabomb?”