The Bastille

Enigma's form laid still as the doctors tended to his wounds. It took a considerable amount of time to finish patching up all the wounds that Enigma had sustained since healing magic seemed to be useless on him. Many hours later though, all the bleeding had stopped, and his wing, while still broken, was at least set correctly now. The pain of the broken bone was still excruciating when Enigma did finally wake up however. 

The signs of the dragon's increasing consciousness where slow at first, with a slight stirring, until finally Enigma's eyes flew open. Multi-colored reptilian orbs darting frantically around for a few moments before a low and deep growl seemed to rise from deep within his chest. As he spotted Viddick he would seem to move strain against the chains for a moment before the pain stopped him in his tracks, eliciting another rumbling growl. 

Enigma seemed to calm slightly when Viddick snapped at it, which was somewhat surprising. Almost as if he were some sort of child that was just chastised. Still lying slumped on the ground, as he was too weak to stand at the moment, Enigma would attempt to speak telepathically to the man in reply to him,

"What do you want?" the voice would ring inside Viddick's head, it sounded pained. In truth all Enigma wanted to do was just lie still and not do anything at the moment, his wing hurt too much to think very clearly either way.

Enigma shifted slightly, in hopes of alleviating his discomfort and pain a bit, his chains making rattling noises as he did so. His eyes would flicker towards the balistae along the walls of his enclosure for a moment as Viddick gestured towards them. The sight of those weapons were a clear message to Enigma, the rest of Viddicks words however were not. He did understand some of the questions however,

Speaking telepathically again he spoke, "Our name is Enigma, we did not know there were borders. Why can we not fly over them? We do not know what country we are from." The dragon would then close his eyes, resting his head again, perhaps a nap would be good.

With Viddik gone, the dragon would fall into a slumber until the next morning. Throughout the whole night Enigma did not seem to cause much trouble. This was due to the fact that he just wanted to rest and did not really care, or understand that he was imprisoned. His 'cell' was open to the air, and not shrouded in complete darkness so it was ok with him for the most part. Besides, he did not even want to move at all until he was healed, the pain was simply too much to bear if he even jostled any of his injuries.

Eventually the sun would rise, and with it Enigma would awaken once again, multicolored eyes searching the clearing within the arena which he was held. He was met with the gazes of the current shift of men manning the balistae, it seemed they kept a watch on the dragon constantly.

Enigma idly blows a bit of smoke out of his nostrils, just a habit of his. He seems to be slightly more comfortable now, and the pain seemed slightly less than it had before for most of the wounds from the balista bolts. His wing would bring unrelenting agony if he moved too much still though.

"No, why are you keeping us here?" he asked curiously through telepathy. Enigma did not move to get a better look at Viddick, remaining in a laid down position as he stared at the man and his curious beast that sat on his shoulder with his icy blue eye.

Enigma did not seem phased by Viddick's threat, at least outwardly. Still, he did not see why it would be a bad thing to tell him how he could possibly control him. While Enigma was largely unaware of his capabilites, he still knew how anti-magic worked and used it to his benefit before. He also knew he had two forms and one of them did not include anti-magic. 

The dragon seemed to sigh, letting out a billow of smoke just as Viddick let out his own puff of smoke from his cigar, "We have a smaller form that does not emit anti-magic, much like what you look like. We cannot control when we enter it however." he said dully. 

A week would pass without much going on until one particular night. On that night the guards would notice some sort of strange phenomenon going on within Enigma's internment. Horrid sounds of bones crunching and grinding could be heard, along with the rattling of chains. The chilling sound of a roar of pain slowly fading to the fainter but still piercing scream of agony that was clearly human.

When they went to investigate they would find what appeared to be a normal human, a man in his early twenties with jet black hair and multi-colored eyes. He was writhing on the ground in pain, completely naked. It seemed the changing of forms did not include clothes, but instead agonizing pain.

The small amount of time Enigma was free from his chains due to the shrinkage in size was not really taken advantage of. The pain of shifting forms was akin to every bone in his body being broken at once, and even if the pain vanished moments after the shift was complete the sheer magnitude of it left Enigma in a dazed state. His eyes were wide open and had a crazed look upon them as he laid on the ground, mumbling incoherent rants and shivering. He didn't seem to respond in even the slightest as the cold metal shackles and collar were put on him, his whole body felt numb, and every few seconds shadows of the pain he had just recently felt wracked through him. 

More than escorting, they had to drag Enigma to his small cell, as he could not find his legs to walk very quickly. Throughout the whole night, Enigma does not seem to sleep but instead continues to murmur some incoherent words for hours as he laid in the bed. Every once in a while he could be seen feebly reaching for the collar affixed around his neck now as if to claw it off. Shifting forms for Enigma was something he would not opt to go through ever if he had the choice, and the many times he had already had mostly desensitized him to all but the most intense of pains, not to mention it also damaged him psychologically even more so than he already was. Eventually he fell silent, but still laid awake until morning when Viddick showed up.

At Viddick's words he only nodded slightly in acknowledgement, but otherwise did not move.

Enigma seems to have improved greatly since the evening past, and is sitting at his bed when Viddick gets to his cell. He gets up without any fuss and follows Viddick out of the cell and into the courtyard to be teleported to the mage academy.