They burst through the two doors. Poe grabbed a piece of wood, and rushed back to help Myar...

Myar and Poe shut the door behind them and barricaded it. There was no turning back. There's nothing for them back there.

They seemed to be in a great dining hall. The ceiling rose high above them, and the upper floor balconies were shaded/draped in red curtain. The only light came from the small chandeliers hanging from the castle ceiling. The lambency that they provided did little to light up the gray stone walls decorated with emblems, swords, drapes, but was bright enough to show the dust that rose from their boots as they stepped into the center of the room; Their soles echoing on stone.

Poe stopped.

With a sweeping motion he turned around to Myar and drew blade from flesh. From above his wrist, a twelve inch dagger slid out and fastened, pointing steadfast at Myar's throat. Myar stepped back, and for a moment, all seemed to be frozen in the room. Poe spoke.

"You keep AWAY from me you hear!? I'm sick of your mistakes, your trips! Get back! I'm tired of this castle!! I'm tired of searching!!"

Poe turns back around, glaring at the stone wall in the distance.

A small red beam of light peers up from the stone floor at Poe's feet. The beam circles Poe, etching a pattern into the stone. The floor begins to glow and shines up onto Poe's body, dying his face and clothes red. The heat drives Myar back, Poe incites:

"I call upon the beast of flame!! Dragon of lore, destroy the siege before me!!"

The glowing glyph at Poe's feet erupted with flames, engulfing Poe himself and throwing Myar back onto the ground. The flames assimilate into a great dragons head and soar skyward, crashing through the chandeliers and tearing the curtains to ash. The beast circles the room, it's snakelike body rivering behind it, burning the very air that Myar was breathing. It turns and lets out a great roar as it pummels down, crashing in on itself, as it collides with the wall. The explosion thunderclaps the room as stone fragments and dust shower from the ceiling, blotting out the candlelight from the chandeliers.

The flaming dragons body rushes behind it's head, folding in on itself. Ripping its form apart, it crashes onto the wall and engulfs the remaining stone in hellfire. The plumes of flame wash across the wall, and burn out.

The room is shrouded in smoke and dust. The candlelight limpidly flows across stone, giving it color once more. Whiplashes from the summoned dragon scar the walls. Curtains have burned away. Stone is etched with black. The wall where the dragon crashed is shadowed in ash, the remains of its body, and where the stone wall met floor the rocks gave way to a blue glow. Moonlight.

Poe stood up and staggered one foot forward, Myar grabbed his arm to balance him. Poe no longer cared about Myar's differences. He was too distracted.

Myar slowly dragged Poe to across rubble. Their boots stirring up dust, but new dust. dust laden with stone and ash. Through the hole, Myar could see the hedges. Dry leaves, almost as gray as the stone in the castle walls. With each step the chill air shaved the heat from their skin.

They stepped outside...