Scratch scratch
The noise itched at the back of his mind, it clawed and it frayed at the edges of his sanity and his thoughts, it was persistent and unrelenting it was there all the time and it didn't stop. He had managed to ignore it for a time but it stayed and it was causing him to stir when he should not have been able to. It was clawing at him more powerfully as of recent and he needed to shut it up... but he only wanted to sleep.
Wake....up
The voice wasn't a true voice, it was more a feeling, a thought of what it wanted him to do but he only wanted to sleep. He didn't want to wake up but the voice was gnawing away at his last reserves of sanity, it was sick of him sleeping all the time and it wanted him to wake up. The whisper was scarcely that but it served enough and it bothered him enough.
Wake....up
Bright orange eyes opened in the pure darkness and there was nothing to see, he was completely blind and he thought he screamed but there was nothing. He couldn't hear, he couldn't see, he couldn't smell anything, there was nothing, it was a total sensory shutdown. Just before he started to claw at himself, he found one sense still working, he could feel the cold ground underneath his hands. It was smooth as polished marble and he just gently caressed it for a small while, willing light to appear or something to happen but nothing did, he had to make it happen.
GET....UP
The intent, the feeling almost felt angry and it wanted him to actually do something. All he wanted to do though was sleep but there was no time for that but then something else struck him, he couldn't remember anything. He didn't know his own name, what he was, where he was or why he was here, it was just all encompassing nothing and the insistent scratching and whispering in the back of his mind. He didn't have anything else to do and as such, he stood and managed to keep his balance.
Good....
The whisper was quieter, as though it had expended energy making him wake up but he had only one objective now. Find the source of the whispers and shut it up, he wanted to sleep again, to forget everything and be happy in his eternal slumber. The being turned to where he thought the intent was coming from and started to walk that way, feeling nothing but the cold stone beneath his bare feet.
Closer....
The thing that spoke sounded almost pleased as he continued to walk towards it, he knew he was getting closer, he didn't know how he knew but he knew it was there and it was happy. That thought almost made him stop, he wondered if it might be hostile but then again, he was defenseless, if it was hostile it would've attacked him by now and that caused him to keep walking towards it, stumbling and shambling as it was. All of his joints were stiff from under use, he flexed his hands to work them and he thought he could feel the joints creak as he moved them.
Down....find....
He stopped and then dropped to his knees, the ground was hard and frighteningly cold under him but he had to find the whispers, find them and shut them up once and for all and then he could sleep. Fingers unused for many thousands of years fumbled at the floor, feeling nothing for now. He could have almost cried, there was nothing there, nothing at all to make the whispers... and then his fingers brushed over cold, cold metal and his hand seized onto the thing that lay there.
Yes....
The voice was much louder now, it was banging at his temples and forcing its way into his head. A lance of agony seared across the front of his skull, feeling like a dagger had been rammed into it and twisted around. The Intent was trying to do something to him and he tried to fight back but weakly, oh so weakly he tried to fight the feeling in his skull and eventually he just gave in and let it have him.
REMEMBER!
It screamed at him inside his own skull and he done what it said. Everything came rushing back to him, who he was: Sirius Blade. What he was: A Dragon Sage. Where he was: Entombed because of his crimes. And finally, what he was holding: The Chain of Exodus, an artifact of massive magical power that had got him locked up in this tomb and left there for eternity. One last thing came to him, magic.
A massive flare shot up from his hand, a glowing orb of silver fire that hung in the air like a torch and allowed Blade to look over himself and the bronze chain with its glowing red and white runes that sat on it. His voice found him as well. "Exodus" It was a voice that sounded like a desert wind and held a slight growl. "What would..." He coughed a few times, dust coming up from his lungs. "...have me do?" He told the chain.
Bind me... to you... accept my magic... and my task.
The Dragon Sage remembered what had happened the last time he took the task but the sheer fact that he was actually awake and moving meant that the magical bonds surrounding him had weakened which meant that a long, long time had passed. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows as he thought. The Sages would've renewed the runes and binds... which means that they have all died. The thought sent a small amount of grief through him but he fought it back and looked down at the chain.
Good...choice...
Blade just nodded and took hold of the end of the chain. "By thy blood and magic, I bring ye to thyself." He whispered and then squeezed the chain, the sharp edges at the end cut into his palm and his blood dribbled down over the chain and the runes upon it glowed with a baleful light. Sirius felt the magic flow into his being as the chain shot up his arm and wrapped around his wrist all the way up to his shoulder. The edge links then dug into his flesh and made a hold upon him and he stood up.
My Task... to you... Bring... the mortal realm... to peace... you have 49 cycles of my time.
Sirius knew that a cycle of Exodus' time was a year but that task was extremely difficult. "Of course" He walked over to where he knew wall was as most of his magic had been disabled and pressed a hand against it. All up and along the wall and floor, golden and red runes appeared and spoke to him, he was a master of rune speaking after all. "The bonds have weakened, a sufficient burst of magic should bring this crumbling down." He nodded and then slammed his left arm down to the ground, the arm with the Chain of Exodus on it.
As soon as his hand hit the ground, massive silver and bronze chains shot up from the floor and slammed against the floor and walls. "About... this much" He whispered and flooded a massive burst of magic through the chains and walls, causing them all to detonate with the power of several megatons of nuclear weaponry. All of the explosion was directed however and as such, none of it at all touched Blade himself.
From the outside, a massive mountain range near a Moon Rabbit Sage village would suddenly detonate like a volcano, spewing rock and dust upwards and outwards. Boulders the size of houses would crash down and pebbles would fall like rain. From inside the cloud of dust, a massive magical pulse rang out, one of a magic never seen before and yet ludicrously powerful. All the sages of the Sage Dimension and even those from further afield in the Mortal and Outerverse might feel it and with it, rang a single intent that all would hear ring in their skulls.
EXODUS...HATH...RETURNED!
