Chapter Text
Prologue
It was such a calming place, it was almost enough to make him sick. If his current form could even feel sick. He wasn't entirely sure. Drifting along like this the passage of time seemed insignificant but he knew deep down that he had been here for some time and yet nothing seemed to change. The rocks, the mists, the twilight. It was always the same. A never ending scheme of deathly calm, uninterrupted and unhindered by the passage of time.
He had once been a great master able to channel immense power. And the rage he had felt, the anger enough to melt stone, had festered in his heart for those many long years he had been imprisoned. But he could barely summon it now. Could hardly even recall what it was that had sparked that hatred. Almost as if a large part of himself had been cleaved away and left with a nothingness in its wake. A place where once there had been darkness now only held emptiness.
And he drifted on and on.