"Witaj! Pani Volteer. Jestem Strażnikiem cień, nauczyciel i najlepszym przyjacielem twój syna Volteer, Yrahcaz."

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'Ellooooo! Mrs Volteer. I am the Guardian of Shadow, teacher and best friend of your son Volteer, Yrahcaz.'," translates Volteer.

"I know who he is. And It's Madam Ion. You're a guardian, you don't need teachers, you are the teacher," corrects the posh electrical dragoness as she turns to me.

"But I do not know many languages, especially not Polish."

"You only need to know one, so cease immediately."

"Can I call you Prick? I'll call you Prick," I comment.

"Don't call her that!" comments Volteer.

"Your right, so Szanowna Piknięcie will be your name, I do believe Volteer has something to say."

"Um… ah… eh… oh… em…" blabers Volteer tripping over his tongue.

"Just keep going Volteer, just say the letter 'I' and you would have said all of the monophthongs. Clearly you have lost your tongue I'll tell her."

"Don't anger her."

"Why not?"

"I angered her once, never, never again."

"What Volteer was saying was you have no right to control his decisions after the age of fifteen yet you continued to do so 'til the age of twenty-one. Hell just now you did despite him being twenty-five."

"So Volteer doesn't like how I am raising him? Then I will remove him from the family," she says calmly attempting to close the door only for me to stop it with the careful insertion of a claw, "May I help you?"

"Oh, hell no! He's your son! You can't just disown him because he disagrees!"

"Yes I can, for he isn't my son."

"Your his mother, aren't you?"

"Step-mother."

"Oh, so you think that just because he isn't your biological son you can just throw him out like yesterday's garbage!?"

"That's the general id-"

"News Flash! That is not how it works! Who in their right mind would think that is a good idea! That's right you don't have a mind within that empty cavity inside your thick skull."

In the blink of an eye I am pinned down on the road by Ion.

"Oh you gonna mate? I'll be glad to become a step-father," she glares at me followed by a slap, "So, no 'fun'? Then I can only do one thing," I release the strongest, which is decently strong but not too much considering all my training went to my Shadow element, stream of Fire I can muster.

"You dare attack me!?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Then you will die!" she calls as she starts launching bolt after bolt of lightning towards me forcing me to Shadow Dash out of the way of them and hit her from behind. Without giving her time to turn I leap to the air and coat the area with a large cloud of Shadow Mist effectively blinding her as I bombard her with concentrated beams of purplish-black Dark Energy and claws. However I get cocky on one clawed pass and linger for long enough for her to rake three talons across my eye that travels on to leave three deep gashes in my chest, crossing the one made by Malefor. Causing me to scream in pain as I land roughly on on the street.

As I am attempting to stop the bleeding of my chest I hear a feminine voice that seems to only be in my head, "Release me. Let me corse through your body, let me become a part of you and you will win. You will beat her."

"Who is this?" I ask in my head.

"I am everything, the good, the bad, the in between, I am you and you are me."

"Who are you? Show yourself!"

"Very well," before I know it I am standing in beautiful mountains overlooking equally beautiful countryside spoiled only by a single black cloud.

"What am I looking at?"

The cloud forms into a large shadowy dragon and starts speaking with the same voice from before, "This is the place in your mind that you go when you need to calm down."

"I assume you are the face behind the voice? What are you?"

"My name is Kaboa, I am a physical manifestation of this universe."

"Why do you need me to release you?"

"If you release me then you will become more powerful than you ever imagined for you would have my very own energy flowing through you. I am the pathway to abilities most consider unnatural."

"How do I release you?"

"You just have to say 'you are released.'"

"You are released," no sooner than me saying that I feel a comforting coolness spread through my veins.

"Thank you. Now do you wish to see my power?"

"I think I feel it."

"Good," she opens up what looks like a window and I see my unconscious self. I start to move, or more accurately my body does. Until something strange happens, my body gets enveloped in a blue light; I then charge at Ion, the blue evolving into a larger scaryer dragon, striking her just as she releases a thunderbolt causing a large explosion that creates a 10 meter crater and throws Ion against the facade of her house and me across the road.

"What was that!?" I hear Volteer call as the beautiful scenery melts away and is replaced by the scene of the destruction of the street.

"I don't know… I'll just call it Dragon Rush."

"Who are you? You've managed to teach Ion a lesson!"

I turn to the polish accented voice and find a beautiful Fire dragoness, "Hello lady. I'm Yrahcaz, Guardian of Shadow. And you are?"

"Płomień. You're a guardian?"

"Płomień, that name sounds strangely familiar and yes I am."

"I guess I don't have to travel to the temple to apply for the healer position."

"Did we need a healer, Volteer? Volteer?" I turn to the guardian in question to find that he seems to be fully entranced by Płomień, "I know she's the most beautiful dragoness you've ever seen, but we need to act professional. Volteer!"

"Huh, wha? Oh yes, we sent out word that we needed a healer when you nearly died due to Cynder."

"Oh. Well Płomień do you think you could give a demonstration, and/or present us with a degree?"

"The demonstration I can do. For instance, your wounds are already a bit infected," she moves to take a closer look before touching each of them with unbelievably smooth and soft claws, "Your lucky."

"Why's that?"

"The wounds are shallow enough to save your eye and warrant just a bandage plus antibiotic but not shallow enough to not form a permanent scar," she pulls out a roll of bandages, a strange ointment and some gauze from a bag that she has strapped to her side.

"What's that?" I ask motioning to the ointment.

"That is an antibiotic that stings a bit."

"So I have to close my eyes."

"That would be recommended."

I obey only to fall asleep from the soothing movements of Płomień.