The hatchets burst open with a rattle as the chains that were connected to them stretched out. A thud, and an enormous creature rocketed into the sky from the masonry building beneath. The dragon circled the sky in confusion for a while, as if hastily woken from a long sleep...

"So this is how it looks" he thought. "It has changed so much, the city has changed. Lets hope the same for its habitants..." With a spiralling motion he set course towards the sea, as his alerted senses told him. Over the rooftops went his journey as he noted the differences in the city's shape from when he had last seen the light of day, as suddenly, he reached the leviathan. It was more like the shell of an insect than a building as it stood there, void of content other than it's intestines of wooden frameworks and cranes. He despised it more than ever, passed the four completed spires, hollow as the squid's rotting carcass in his eyes.

The humans sure had not changed in their ways over these years, and the dragon frowned at the thought of what had woken him this time; A flash of blue, then fire. Their infernal contraptions! His talons were still scorched and searing hot from the boilerplate that he had stood on when the signal came.

The noise in his head guided him over the harbor, and he could see now how there were so few of the sails that he had loved to watch. With a flick of the enormous wings, his body was left hanging a few feet above the tallest masts. The earliest fishermen were already heading out, and the few of them who were sober decided that there had to be something wrong when a giant serpent is skimming the docks along your top sail.

Kerenas saw them pointing and could hear them shouting, but he did not care a bit. All he wished for was to catch a glimpse of the Pandora; his favourite frigate of old. His eyes strafed the horizon beyond the Montjuic fortress, when the paintings on his body caught fire. The burning seals restrained his limbs and strangled his neck before he fell into unconsciousness. Though, the lifeless body remained flying, and turned back towards the city. The force that was guiding it was soon to be revealed; on a roof stood a thin figure with it's left hand raised towards the weightless body, where around the wrist was fit a rough iron bracelet. The man put down the serpent on the roof beside him and snapped his fingers. The burning embers that shackled Kerenas' body were put out, and he instantly woke up.

"What were you doing outside for so long?" asked the man. "I felt a threat to the family" the dragon hissed back, his scales clicking as they slowly dragged across the roof, "I just got the sensation that something wasn't right". "It still doesn't allow you to linger around at your leisure. Your mission is to destroy, seek and destroy!". All that the man got in reply was a stare from two burning yellow eyes, and a whistling sigh. "So this is what I agreed to, to be some hand-maid for your quarrels?Is it too much to ask for a smell of fresh air once every sixty years? At least your predecessors had the decency to take my soul away!".

"Yes, and it should have remained so, but for some reason the seal brought it back, together with your life. Now, you should be happy to have got a second chance." The man twirled around and gestured at the dragon to follow. "Let's take you back home shall we?" He pulled a ledge shaped as an iron pipe, and chains began to rattle as they opened up a great hole. Kerenas took off into the air, spun around and took a deep breath, perhaps the last in years, and looked at the subject of his occupation; The temple of the holy family. As he leapt down into the hole in the roof, he could clearly remember the day he had last left this dwelling. It was that sunny day in august, 1882.

Eusebi pulled the iron ledge once again, and the ceiling closed over the clay behemoth, whose eyes went dark once again. "So much for fresh air" the man thought to himself as he poised himself on the edge of the roof. No need to care about him, he will obey the scroll I've placed inside him for as long as I'm alive. After all, he's nothing more than a heap of glaze and pottery..."

He disappeared down the stairs as the sun and the moon were fighting for the new day, and the threat Kerenas had sensed appeared on the horizon...