[center][h3]Arno Arrotyr[/h3][/center]
	[center]"Child of the Sky..."[/center]
	Arno's eyes snapped open, fully awake. He felt... not all there. Both detached and attached to his body, a state that only existed in dreams and visions, but Arno wasn't aware of it. It felt natural, like it always was, at the time. He was falling, a dream he hadn't had in years. Only this time he wasn't falling darkness, it was through the sky. That familiar sky that he often soared through in his Akula. It was sunrise, he saw the first rays of light from the horizon, bathing the sky in a morning crimson. When the light came, so did the shadow. The silhouette of a massive creature appeared as the sun rose behind it. Horns, wings and scales, a massive shape, wingspan longer than it was tall. The dragon was bound, possibly by its own permission, it was blinded but it stared at Arno with an intensity that suggested it could peer into his soul if it wanted. 

It spoke. Not with its voice, but with its mind. The weight of its speech was oppressing, Arno feeling it echo through his head. It spoke of its name. Dawn. The start of the day, the start of everything. And it came with with a warning, that death was just around the corner. Arno focused on the massive being in front of him, as the sun rose higher, the dragon filled more and more of his sight. Arno felt... confused. He was to decide the fate of the world? The sky needed him? Arno didn't know, didn't have an answer, and as if Dawn knew Arno's answer, he continued.

"Those who's fates you will entwine with your own... what will you do when the time comes to untie them? When bonds become only a hindrance to your aspirations?" Dawn had asked. The question lingered in Arno's mind, something he had never quite thought of. His mind wandered to his sister, had she thought of this same question? Did she decide to cut loose, and to follow her dreams, dreams that he would hinder? Arno felt his chest heave with pain, gripping his core. No. He wouldn't, he knew how it felt, and he wouldn't wish it on his friends. The team is comprised of individuals, but progresses as one. One sight, one goal, one mind. Again, it was as if Dawn knew his answer. The massive dragon spoke again.

"This world has need of strength... dare you to carry that burden on your shoulders, when you yourself have failed before you have even begun?" Dawn asked. Arno didn't know if he wanted to, or if he could. He blinked, but if a Dragon was addressing him then he must have the ability to. Dawn asked what motivated Arno. To him, it was an easy question to answer. To soar, to fly, to see things unseen by the people of today. But that question brought doubt, did he truly want to do that? Dawn's wings moved, Arno watched as the limbs moved, graceful but with force the wings came down and the falling stopped. Arno was suspended in the air. He glanced around, he noticed, in the distance, that birds had stopped moving, the clouds ceased, and the sun stopped rising. Time itself had halted at Dawns will. Arno took the time to examine Dawn himself, the massive dragon in front of him. He stared at the dragons curves, how the wind would flow around his body, at the muscles that looked strong enough to rend entire islands into two, powering the massive wings. Dawn could really fly, Arno had concluded. Then things moved once more, he saw his family, his home, the many prototypes of the Akula, his workshop and the many airships of his homeland. The light slipped away, and Dawn roared, a distant, but thunderous shout. The binds loosened, and from behind it came blinding light. 
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	Arno's eyes snapped open, fully awake. He felt sluggish, groggy, his eyes blurred and his mouth dry. He felt the rough cloth of his cell cot, and the inadequate padding. The colorless concrete cell and its steel bars draining him. Arno took a deep breath, then heard an ear piercing clang. Arno practically jumped up from his cot, surprised. He looked at the cell door, the lock smashed by a rock. Arno looked to his cellmate, Kagami, both of them were relatively recent additions to the Ziggurat Prison Island. Arno looked back at the door, then walked towards it. He gripped one of the bars and gave it a weak push, the cell door didn't open all the way, it clinked against the lock. Arno looked closely at it, while the lock hadn't been completely broken, more than several weak spots and cracks were visible. He looked back at Kagami, mouthing 'Sixty seconds' at him, then he looked across the hall and did the same to Gilvan.

Arno rattled the cell gate a few times, and roughly a minute later, nothing happened. Now that he knew it was clear, Arno took a few steps back, then ran at the gate. He lifted his leg and planted his foot at the lock, having to aim his leg a little too high for comfort. But despite that, the lock gave way and the lock bent open. The door swung out, and Arno approached the opening. He glanced left and right, no guards. And right next to the cell opening was two keys. One key for the shackles, and the other for Gilvan's cell. That Erune woman must have paid off the guards on this level. After all nobody had ever broken out of Ziggurat, even if a prisoner got out of the cell the considerable garrison of guards would grab them. If the garrison failed to find them, it was a floating island, they had nowhere to go. To those guards that the Eurene bribed, this was just a few extra meals. To Arno, and the other two with him, this was an opportunity at freedom. One that Arno intended to take. He quickly undid the shackles and tossed the key to Kagami, then he got to work on unlocking Galvin's cell.
He turned to the both of them, speaking in a hushed voice. [b]"Right. Now we meet up with our Merchant. Galvin and I will go and meet with her, Kagami, could you release everyone on this block?"[/b] Arno asked him, offering the key, [b]"Once we're all out, we let them throw a riot. In the chaos we make our way to the Inmate Property Room to get our equipment. After that, we make our way to the hanger."[/b] Arno tapped the top of his wrist, as if he had a watch there. [b]"Lets go."[/b] He said, picking up the circular rock and tossing it to Galvin.