Lost

Lost Part 7 - The Ritual

James peered into the darkness trying to use this night vision dragons were supposed to have, but he was having a lot of trouble trying to find it. With his bindings destroyed, he worked at the strap that was holding the muzzle to his jaw. It took him some time, but he was able to slice it using his claws and eventually, the muzzle fell to the ground and made a large, Clang that echoed through the shed.

The noise led off to some shuffling outside and the metal doors slowly slid open spilling light back into the warehouse. A shadow appeared through the light and stepped forwards. James, scared by the mysterious figure, took a step back and peered through the bars trying to get a good look at the intruder. The figure came into sight.

"Ignis!? You came to save me! Thank you!"

"Quiet down James. The guards don't know I'm here at the moment. Let's get you out of here."

Ignis stepped forward and grabbed at the metal bars. Using his strength, he pulled the cell door and the lock rattled against its lock holding it tight. He released his grip on the bars and lowered his head. He then came up with a great idea.

"James, when I pull at the cell, I need you to ram at it. It should put enough pressure on the lock for it to open. On my count of three, you ram. Get ready!"

"Ok!"

Ignis grabbed the cell, "On three! One... two... three!"

Ignis pulled back as hard as he could and James charged forwards crashing into the metal door. The lock grinded along the metal and caused sparks to fly lighting up the shadows encroached around the scene. Unfortunately, though; the lock didn't break.

"Dammit, I'm gonna have to get the key to the cell. Don't move."

James gave Ignis a look that said, 'Seriously', and Ignis sniggered at his expression as he left the building. After about five minutes of waiting, James got bored and decided to do something productive; practice his fire-breathing.

James sat down on his haunches and focused his breath. To him, it might have been a lot easier if he had gotten some advice from Ignis when he found him... How did Ignis find him? He decided that he was going to ask Ignis that the next time he saw him. Now back to the fire-breathing.

When he saw Ignis breathe fire, he had filtered some sort of gas into his throat and, heated up the back of his throat. James focused on his breathing some more and found that he could feel a chamber. He focused on the chamber which caused his breathing to switch into a more chocked exhale.

Gas traveled up the insides of James' throat and filtered into the back just as Ignis had done. He tried to release the gas that he created but choked on it and it came out of his nostrils in a cloud of smoke. Coughing, he tried to lay down to clear his throat but instead accidentally opened his jaw letting out a small flame that seared his tongue. He let a gargled roar.

"Argh! My tongue! Hot—hot!"

Ignis was standing outside of the shed as he heard James roaring. He was wondering what the raucous was about as he opened the metal door and he saw a flash of flame flicker through the dark and laughed as he knew what happened.

"Hey, James! Burnt your tongue didn't you." Ignis giggled. That comment was less of a question and more of a statement.

"I Bur-t my ounge! H-lp!"

"You know when you breathe fire; you have to put your tongue out of the way. Don't worry, I've been there. Also, I have good news! I found a key to the cell! Wouldn't want to be that guard right now.