Rend Hope by Josh Webb, Clayscence

sorcery.  Someone was casting spells out there, good ones too, not the half-assed ones that feral magi perform.
                  His thoughts were interrupted when one of the looters was thrown across the hallway that housed his prison cell.  A rather scrawny man the looter was, dressed in something slightly better than rags.  As he went to stand up, the looter was hit with a dark violet beam of magic energy.  The beam hit him in the torso, incinerating it.  His limbs and head flew in different directions, one arm bounced across the bars of his cell door.  The barrier that kept him there glowed blue for a moment upon contact from the arm and then disappeared.  A reminder of his imprisoned state.  Sahiron snorted in disdain at the violent display, what a waste of good meat.
                  Into his cell's hallway came a tall man with dark hair.  A blue scarf went around his neck and he had these weird elbow length dark brown leather gloves.  The man took a quick look around before his gaze fell upon Sahiron's cell.  He walked briskly up to the cell and placed his hands on one of the bars.  Instantly the barrier glowed blue.  Sahiron snorted at the man's actions.
                  "Good luck trying to get past that.  I've been trying for years." Sahiron informed the man.
                  "Really? and exactly how long have you been here Mister..." The man trailed off, waiting for Sahiron to say his name. 
                  "Sahiron, and I've been here for two years I believe." He stated, The man shifted position, placing his left forearm against the bars and leaning into it.  The blue barrier once again came back, glowing brightly, but the man didn't seem to mind at all.
                  "Imprisoned for two years within a cell sealed by a glyph? Interesting.  Tell me Mr. Sahiron, exactly what crime did you commit?" The blue-scarfed man asked, Sahiron snorted, getting to his feet.
                  "Why in the world would I tell a complete stranger?" Sahiron answered the man's question with a question of his own, the man grinned.
                  "Allow me to introduce myself then.  My name is Ebrim Thraves, to put it simply I'm a pioneer for a new age Mr.Sahiron." The man named Ebrim stopped staring at the bars absent-mindedly and turned all of his attention on him.  "Now that we're no longer strangers tell me, what was your crime?" Sahiron stared hard at Ebrim.
                  "What's it matter?  Obviously it's bad if I've been stuck in a glyph-ridden cell.  What more do you need to know?" Sahiron said, Ebrim stopped leaning on the cell door and turned so his back was facing the jailed man.  The necromancer shrugged.
                  "Well, I need to know if you wish to be free again.  Being stuck in this prison for two years must drive a man crazy." Ebrim stated, turning back around to face Sahiron once more.
                  "Oh you have no idea." The imprisoned man stated, the longing to be free obvious in his tone.  "It doesn't matter though, wishing to be free doesn't make it reality." Sahiron replied bitterly, there was a glint in Ebrim's eye when he spoke again.
                  "What if I said I could free you?" The necromancer declared, Sahiron let out a harsh laugh.
                  "I'd call you a liar.  Don't take me for a fool Ebrim, I can tell you are definitely a step above most sorcerers I've encountered, but the magi who cast me in this cell was exceptionally powerful..." Sahiron was interrupted by a giant skull nearly the size of his cell door.  It opened its jaw wide and sucked the barrier into its mouth.  The blue glyph etched into the bars quickly fizzled out and the force of the inhalation also collapsed the bars of the cell door.  The skull then bit down on the metal bars with a mighty crunch, swallowing them in one big gulp.  Sahiron was