Her Master was here. A split second later after a wild screech of Diumbe, a blast sounded and the floor of the iron prison shook. The orbs floating overhead sparked and disintegrated into tiny fragments of yellow bursts of light, shrouding the cell in the sudden darkness.
From somewhere on the outside came her Master's roar of fury.
Swallowing fear down her throat, Iona scrambled back to hurdle into a corner. Orbs of red light appeared in the cell and they glowed crimson like blood. Hands empty, magic low, she clasped her hands hoping that Diumbe didn't come in with the Master. Just as she was wishing, she heard clawed tips at the cell entrance. The door creaked open with a loud clunk and much to her horror, a Diumbe slipped in. A face with no features, large fangs and limbs placed senselessly on its body, it slithered towards her. It hissed, "Blood… fresh blood…" Iona huddled further back in the corner.
