This is longer than the other chapters ^^ I'll try to get a chapter in every day or so, remind me if I don't but please be aware I don't have too much free time haha ~

Gaul nodded. "So, Cynder, eh? Well, Cynder, you must be ready." The dragoness stared at him, more confused than ever. Gaul headed toward an array of weapons and potions, he shifted through them quickly. When he appeared to find the correct one, he grunted.

"Follow me." He headed toward the door, easily pushing it aside without a key.

Cynder hopped after him. For some reason, her stomach was twisting in fear.

They walked down the hallway for at least ten minutes. The green fire and blue crystals that lighted the path clashed oddly and created strange shadows on the wall. Cynder couldn't help but notice it got darker as they walked along. Finally, they reached a wide open archway. Inside was a wide room with a raised platform in the center. Dangerous looking weapons hung from the walls. On the platform was a tangled mess of chains.

"What is this!" Cynder cried. She immediately wanted to turn tail and race out of this terrible room. But she was riveted in terror.

She heard Gaul chuckle. "You certainly didn't suppose you could serve the Dark Master in your hatchling state?"

Cynder barely understood Gaul's words. All she knew was that something terrible was about to happen.

Gaul made a sound that Cynder did not understand. Within moments, two apes had appeared in the doorway. In seconds they had Cynder pushed against the ground, gasping for air. They pulled her across the floor. She kicked out, squealing, but it was no use. They soon had her chained to the platform. A loose fitting necklace, two bracelets, and two tail bracelets now contained her from escaping.

"What…what are you going to do?" She whispered. Gaul dismissed the apes, and then walked forward, the evil grin returning.

"Nothing much. Just make sure you stay still."

With one fluent movement he grabbed a different staff from the row of weapons. This one had a glittering red gem affixed to the top. He let the potion he had taken from his room dissolve into the gem, turning it to ebony. He pointed it directly at Cynder. She closed her eyes, fearing the worst.

A black flash shrouded the room in shadow. All Cynder could feel was a terrible, searing pain thorough her whole body. Her blood was burning, everything was twisting… She screamed and hit the platform floor, writhing in pain. Gaul continued to surge the dark magic into the feeble hatchling.

Her body began to curl and lengthen. Her tail shot outwards, the loose braces tightening. Her tail blade grew into a sharp, formidable weapon. Her stubby horns grew, their points sharper then knives. Her claws curled, ready to rip her opponents apart. Her wings enlarged and tore, the fast transformation too much for the membranes. Her neck turned long and snake-like. Her eyes, once a calm emerald, narrowed into blood-red slits filled with rage.

It was over. Gaul stepped forward, the grin on his face disappeared as Cynder turned to glare at him. "You…" She roared and lunged at him. Gaul sidestepped her, but she spun right away. Gaul whipped out the staff, blasting her back.

"Calm down, crazy dragon! We're on the same side!" he yelled angrily. It was unusual for the dragoness to take on such a menacing attitude in such a short amount of time. She snarled. "It doesn't matter. I'll never forgive you for what you've done to me! I'm not a tiny little dragon anymore!" She whipped her tail at him, the tail blade just inches from his terrified face. "We may both serve the Dark Master, but I am stronger than you now. You will serve me!" Cynder roared, rearing on her hind legs. Gaul snarled. "Never!" Cynder slashed her long claws just inches from his ugly face. "Then I'll just kill you." She hissed, her eyes burning with hatred.

She felt fear race through her body, and saw the vibrant eyes of Malefor. "Do not kill Gaul. He is part of your quest. His fate is intertwined with yours." Cynder growled, trying to rip the image from her head. She rose into the air, her ripped wings supporting her. "You're one lucky bastard, Gaul." She snarled.

She tore easily away from her chains, and then through the weak ceiling. She felt the cool outside air welcome her. Once far away from the mountain, she circled the other large rocks. Snow drifted down softly and soothed her burning scales. The feeling of the air was amazing. She wanted to fly forever and ever, but she knew in the back of her head she could not escape her fate. Tearing herself away from the peace, she returned to the god-forsaken place of her birth.

Gaul was awaiting her in his throne room. "Back so soon, Cynder?" he hissed, false concern coating his words. "Shut up, Gaul. The only reason I didn't kill you was our "master" pissing me off through a vision." She retorted.

She would forever be a rebel. No one would dare challenge her, she decided. If they ever tried, they would be struck down. No one would try to contain her. And no one would ever try to control her. The feeling of power that now raced through her veins was exhilarating, and she wanted more. She now knew the definition of evil.