A/N: The rewritten prologue of my Legend Of Spyro story.

I only own the plot, my OC's and places of my design that are in the story to come.

Please also note that this story is rated M, there will be lemons in later chapters.

Enjoy.


Darkness was all he could see but yet he felt no fear, just the feeling one gets when they feel no fear. Then he heard the pad, pad, pad, pad of pawsteps on a hard surface and the occasional clicking of claws as they made contact with the stone bricks of the floor. Then all was silent. Whoever or whatever was out there had stopped just in front of whatever was keeping him still and unseeing of what was around him.

His vision was blurred anyways so he couldn't clearly see who or what was standing in front of him. All that he could make out in the gloom of the chamber he was placed in before him was a hazy dark blue shape and a pair of amber eyes which, to him, seemed to glow as they looked at him. Next there came a voice that he had never heard before apart from his master. "Wakeful you are White Dragon. Your path has been, for now, decided."

Suddenly a bright white light appeared in the centre of his vision growing brighter and brighter, until at last he could see his surroundings. He was in some kind of orange-yellow rock, and he could see the dull outline of a dragon standing in front of his prison. It wasn't his master he knew that, for, from the voice and pawsteps he had heard, he could make out that this creature was female.

If he had been awake then he would have seen that his thoughts were correct. It was indeed a dragoness that had freed him from his prison and was now looking down at him. Her scales were dark blue with golden yellow wing spines and maroon red membranes. Her horns curled up above her head and slightly inwards, but were prominent upon her head like she was wearing a tall thin crown.

At that instant he heard a cracking sound and he realised that the orange-yellow rock in which he was encased in was slowly beginning to crack and break apart before there was a loud shattering sound and then he felt himself falling before he landed hard on his side with a cold stone floor beneath him. It was the last thing he saw or felt for some time as before darkness engulfed his vision and he fell into unconsciousness.

If he had been awake then he would have seen that his thoughts were correct. It was a dragoness that had freed him and was now looking down at him. Her scales were dark blue with golden yellow wing spines and maroon red membranes. Her horns curled up above her head and slightly inwards, but were prominent upon her head like she was wearing a tall thin crown.

The spikes on her back were straight and thin like icicles and were the same colour as her horns and claws; coin grey and she had a leaf shaped blade at the end of her long prehensile tail with a sharp point on the end like a spear. Ice blue eyes flickered over the white dragon at her feet before she stepped over him and began using her claws to sift gently through the shattered amber casing that had previously contained him.

After a few minutes of searching her eyes caught a glimpse of something sparkling underneath a pile of amber shards. Moving the pieces aside, she reached forward and withdrew from them a large rose coloured diamond. It was the size of a large watermelon and fitted neatly in the palm of her paw. Giving a satisfied nod she placed it into the fold of her wing and turned to leave.

As she walked through the tunnels of the temple and towards the entrance she had come in by a small yet fine smile appeared on her face. "Soon," she said as she spotted the light of day coming through the hole she had made to get inside. Leaping through she was greeted by a world of chaos. The sky was covered with dark blood red clouds with lightning arcing across them and thunder sounding out like a thousand drums.

Her smile grew in width and length as she took it in. "Soon zis world vill be under your control." Her voice was grating as she spoke. She reached into her wing and oulled out the diamond she had collected from the amber crystal that had contained both it and the white dragon whom she had unintentionally freed. No matter, he wouldn't be much of a problem once things started to come together, even if he did meet up with those who could help him unlock his true potential.

Spreading her wings to the fullest extent, she launched herself into the sky and away over the disintegrating landscape.

Her leader awaited her.


Far away from where she stood, a temple, hewn from the mountain it was situated against itself, loomed out black against the darkening sky as the heavens and Earth trembled in the wake of the ongoing battle to defeat the Dark Master. Long it had been the headquarters of an ancient order of dragons but had long since been abandoned by them thousands of years ago.

Or maybe it was because, deep within the temple, in a chamber made of rock and obsidian, a figure lay still. A dragon who had not seen the light of day in over nearly half a dozen centuries. Yet while his body was immovable, even down to the smallest inch, bound in place by an invisible magic forcefield of his captors design, scarcely able to move a muscle, only his twisted brain was active.

It had planned and plotted without cease, waiting for the day of his escape. For not even his former comrades would leave him quite without hope. One of them had told him, though not in any direct terms, that escape was possible, though the difficulties and obstacles were great as to almost insurmountable while the right time was a near impossible once in a lifetime occurrence.

The dark dragon's bright glowing eyes flickered around his prison in exultantance for the last time. Two narrow points of red light in the darkness of the chamber that had held him for so long. Stiffly, he rose from a throne upon which he had been placed upon his defeat. His scales were a dark rustic brown with a black stripe running from the back of his head to the end of his tail with many smaller ones branching off from it.

His chest and underbelly plates were broad oblong shapes of the same colour as were his long claws. Three black stripes adorned the front of each of his legs while the large blade at the end of his tail, which was in the shape of a large spade, was a dark charcoal grey that made up his bodily arsenal. "The paralysis has finally left me at last," he said exultantly. "I can move again, I can move!"

Six massive scars were scattered across his body with one over his left eye, one above his left wing joint and finally there were four on his tail with two on either side of it below the stripes that went down it. The horns on the top of his head included two on either side that formed steep zig-zags with two smooth ones below each of them and finally two in the middle that curved up and outwards giving the look that he wore a sort of crown.

He threw both his wings wide in a gesture of triumph. "I have gained my freedom, Malefor!" he roared. "Now begins the reign of Thorgroth the Life Taker! I shall succeed where you failed in conquering this world. I shall crush the miserable new Purple Dragon and hurl his lifeless husk into the outermost reaches of this wretched universe! My vengeance starts here!"

A malevolent smile graced its presence upon his face. "Now, Malefor, we shall see who truly rules this planet of Avalar!" Spotting the massive stone door that marked the only entrance to his prison he opened his mouth and a long stream of dark purple fire leapt from it with a thundering roar and crashed against the stone which exploded outward leaving only a massive cloud of dust in its place.


"You cannot defeat me! I AM ETERNAL!" Malefor, the Dark Master, roared with rage before unleashing a wave of Convexity at them, the pair answering with their own, retaliating with all the strength that they could muster. The two opposing sides grappled for power. Spyro and Cynder, despite being younger than their foe, were already exhausted from the constant battling they had done over the last several days.

Cynder began to fall back, beating her wings frantically to try and keep up with Spyro who was also starting to back down "Just... hang... on!" Spyro cried, while continuing to try to fight back what could very well be their doom as much as possible. Hearing his fatigued yet determined voice seemed to give Cynder the extra push she needed. She forced more energy out and Malefor's eyes grew wide. The young dragons finally knocked the Dark Master out of the air.

Their attack sent the massive dragon bouncing across a purple crystalline surface it's colour similar to that of Spyros' only much darker. Malefor shook the stars from his head and rolled onto his feet. No one had been able to match his power up until then. He leered at the young dragons with murderous intent filling his eyes while Spyro and Cynder hovered above him and began to brace themselves for the next attack.

But before that could happen the ghostly figures of many dragons suddenly rose up from the crystal itself and Malefor looked around in surprise. "What is this?" he demanded. Spyro and Cynder glanced at each other in uncertainty. Neither had any explanation for what they were witnessing though one was rapidly taking precedence. The dragons dove towards Malefor and the pair watched as The Dark Master began to sink into the crystal.

"Noooo!" he bellowed, as he suddenly realised exactly what was happening. He tried to claw his way out and up towards freedom but to no avail. Spyro and Cynder watched in shock as their foe disappeared from their view and into the crystal which gave off a final flash of light before returning to it's normal purple hue. The surface shuddered violently and the crystal began to break apart.

Spyro and Cynder landed on the last piece of ground that remained of their dying, now almost destroyed planet. They both gasped heavily from the titanic effort it had taken them as Cynder staggered over to her friend. "Spyro... I'm sorry," she said as she shook her head sadly, the tears that had gathered in her eyes were now threatening to spill out and over the edge at any given moment. "I'm so sorry." He smiled at her, though the feeling behind it wasn't fully there.

"Don't be. It's over now." All around them, the planet was continuously disintegrating into large chunks. Soon there would be nothing left. Cynder looked around. "So this is it?" Spyro didn't reply. He just sighed before closing his eyes. He began to concentrate deeply before he heard Ignitus's voice speak to him. "Spyro. When a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on. Binding itself with nature. Offering hope, for the future."

No sooner had those words finished Spyro's eyes instantly snapped wide open. He turned to Cynder, knowing this may be the last chance she would have to get out alive. "I know what I need to do. Just get out of here, Cynder." "Spyro no!" Cynder protested desperately. "You don't have to do anything!" She shook her head, pleading for him not to do what she knew full well he was going to do with himself.

"Let's just go-" "Where Cynder?" Spyro interrupted her before he thrust his head around in a wild gesture at their surroundings. "There'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart. But, I think that I can stop it." He sighed once more as he finally came to terms with his destiny. "I think I'm meant to." Cynder stared into his purple eyes. She sighed and smiled to herself. This was the reason she admired Spyro the most, he was never willing to give up without trying every possible solution.

Even if it meant making the ultimate sacrifice to save the ones he loved and cared for the most.

"Then I'm with you," she said while nodding, determined to stay by his side to the bitter end. Spyro's eyes widened as he saw how she stared at him. There was fear in her eyes, true, but it was being overruled and forced aside by a look of pure courage "Really?" he asked, his voice quiet. "To the death," she replied, her voice equally quiet like his. The young purple dragon closed his eyes for what would perhaps be the last time and spread his wings wide.

He then felt his power flow freely for perhaps the first time ever Cynder smiled at him and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Spyro, as tired and worn out as he was, looked like he was completely at peace with himself. The dragoness suddenly felt at peace with herself as well. She knew she may not have another opportunity in a matter of moments so she said the three words that had been building up inside her for a while. "I love you," she whispered, hoping that he would hear her.

Spyro's energy flowed from his body at a rapid pace. Then the purple aura that was surrounding him spread outward and formed a barrier around the broken chunks of the planet. The masses of land stopped where they were and began to draw back in towards the two dragons. As their planet began to reform itself, Cynder found the area around her and Spyro closing in.

She sighed and moved closer to him, but was careful enough not to break his concentration. There was a loud crack and the crystal Malefor had been sealed in broke apart. Cynder watched as the shards were expelled from the planet, never allowing the Dark Master to be revived, ever again. The black dragoness sighed easily as the planet soon became whole again.

Eventually, the only remaining light that was left came from Spyro's body, but even that was slowly beginning to fade. Cynder moved closer to Spyro and curled up at his side before she finally closed her eyes and let the darkness that was coming closer and closer from her lack of energy finally take her down into the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness.


Thorgoroth stepped through the remains of the door and stretched himself out as he moved about freely for the first time since his imprisonment. Casting his gaze around, he saw that he was in a massive space with several hundred doors on either side of him. They lined the walls like the honeycombe of a bee hive, stretching right up to the ceiling so many of them there were.

"Ahh, my loyal followers," he breathed, his voice deep and rasping from his long period of confinement. "At last, our time for conquest... has arrived!" he declared as his eyes glowed purple and streams of it flew from his eyes as purple fire lit up the floor of the chamber before spreading up the walls bathing every inch of the massive room in a blinding light.

The dragon laughed as he felt his power flow through him unchecked since his final battle with his fellow guardians. "Arise my legion!" he roared. "Arise and serve your master once again!" One by one, the stone doors all along and up and down the walls burst open as the flames hit them, sending stone fragments scattering all over the place leaving curtains of dust as they disintegrated under the force sent against them.

At last, the flames and the dust louds died away as shapes slowly emerged from within the chambers. Dragons, large, small, and everything in between as well as every colour imaginable appeared at the entrance to each one, stretching their limbs, wings, before they all began roaring loudly to announce their presence to the world around them. "To me my soldiers. To me my loyal Dracomir!"

Thorgoroth's call of command echoed throughout the chamber and the temple as a whole and all the freed dragons immediately dropped down onto the floor and bowed before their master. As they all drew up to their full height, two of them came forward to stand before the dark dragon. The first one was a dark sapphire blue with a darker stripe of the same colour going down his back to the end of his tail with stripes of the same colour, only lighter, on top and branching down off of it.

His lean body housed wiry muscles. The scales that ran from the underside of his throat to his underbelly were a raw umber brown as was the large poleaxe shape on the end of his tail. His claws were black as were the ones on the top of his wing spine and his horns, the top pair of which formed zigzag over the back of his head while the middle ones were straight and the ones at the bottom were curved down like those of a ram.

The main feature about him, however, was a bumpy looking nobel grey coloured growth which formed a natural mask that completely hid the majority of the upper part of his face, leaving only his mouth and lower jaw visible. His eyes, which were a pale turquoise blue, were the only things visible along with two small slivers of skin that were barely noticeable behind the growth while the membranes of his wings were a dark eclipse grey.

There were three large scars on his left flank and another one that was linked to a large patch of bald skin situated in front of and below the base of his left wing joint. The one next to him was slightly skinnier but had a mean look in his eyes which were a brownish shade of maroon red while his body was of a more reddish shade. Dark olive green stripes ran down his body while scales of a similar colour emanated from underneath a row of upside down rusty orange chest plates.

He had stripes of the same colour on his shoulders, flanks and the underside of his paws and lower legs. The fronts of these were covered in eclipse grey growths, while he had two extra claws on the left and backs of his nero grey ones. His wing membranes were of the same colour as his chest plates but were much darker. On his snout were three dark red horns that looked like shark fins.

Like his companion, he too had a bald patch of skin, though his was centered around his left eye. He had scarlet red horns on the sides of his head, the first two pairs of which were similar to the ones the other had but the bottom pair, while they were also curled like a ram's horns, had far more spikes projecting out from them. To complete his complexion was a goatee beard of night rider grey on his chin and three claws on the top of his wings which were also nero grey.

The rows of dragons all bowed low before him, lowering their front quarters and spreading their wings. This was the most common way dragons did this sort of thing as it was a sign of the greatest respect that could be given. "All hail Thorgoroth the Life Taker, Ruler of Avalar," they all said together in unison. Their leader chuckled darkly. "Thank you," he replied as his army drew themselves back up.

By now all of the dragons had gathered on the floor of the temple or in the entrances of some of the chambers on the lower levels and were waiting in eager anticipation for what their orders would be. "Hear me my Dracomir!" he roared. "Too long have we been imprisoned in this place of stone! Our foes think that we are nothing more than a legend. But no! Our time is now! We will take what is rightfully ours! We will rule for an eternity! Long! Live! Miphion!"

"Miphion! Thorgoroth! Miphion! Thorgoroth!" This cry was taken up by all the dragons echoed throughout the temple like thunder. Thorgoroth chuckled darkly before he descended into a bout of maniacal laughter that joined his soldiers shouting. So much for your solution, Ventus sa, he thought with a smirk. Now you and the rest of the members of your cowardly order will see that none can hold me!

He then looked up at the sound of lightning striking and saw the blood red clouds visible through the roof of the temple. Lightning cast thin streaks against it as bolts of energy arched across the sky. A shape suddenly appeared, easily standing out black against the reddened sky. For a moment he tensed and for a second he wondered if the Guardians had come to investigate.

But this fear was as short lived as this thought when he saw the shape descend into the temple. There was no mistaking the lithe, slender shape of his most trusted lieutenant. The female dragoness landed in front of him and bowed like his troops had just done. "Rozalia," Thorgoroth said with a smile. "I trust your mission was successful?" he asked as she came up to him.

"Very successful my lord," Rozalia replied as she reached into her wing fold and pulled out from it the large rose coloured diamond she had collected from the amber casing that had held the white dragon she had freed during her mission. The sight of it made his eyes widen in delight and he smiled. "Excellent work, Rozalia," he said, as he took the diamond from her.

"I trust your mission was uneventful?" Thorgoroth asked as he looked the gem over. She sucked in breath through her teeth before giving a reply. "I freed the White Dragon." "YOU WHAT!" This shout made all the soldiers of the Dracomir freeze. They all immediately lowered themselves to the ground. Knowing that their master's wrath was not a force that anyone wanted to be on the receiving end of.

"You had explicit orders not to free him! Do you not realise the consequences that could come of your actions! If he manages to meet up with the Purple Dragon and the Guardians and uncover the extent of his powers it will mean the end of all my plans!" The dragoness, anyone would think if they had been there at the time, if she was guilty of anything, was heroically cool about it.

She betrayed nothing but genteel surprise. "Are you suggesting zhat I would make such a foolish act as one that deliberately involved releasing the one who could disrupt your plans the most?" the dragoness asked with an air of relaxation. Her expression then hardened. "Or do I need to remind you of the fact that you would not have the best defence against him were it not for my assistance," Rozalia added with her voice hinting at a growl.

Thorgoroth checked himself suddenly and bit back the sharp retort that had been about to leave his mouth. As much he hate would to, or rather, never, admit it, she was right in what she said. Even though the White Dragon was the one who could disrupt his plans, Rozalia was his best weapon against him. She had supplied him with extremely useful bits of information about his rival during their days as apprentices to the First Order of the Elements.

Instead, he glowered at her, smoke emitting from his nostrils. "I will remember this offense, Rozalia. I strongly advise you not to antagonize me," he growled. "As you as always vill," she replied before turning around and making her way through the Dracomir ranks, through a doorway and into another part of the temple. The red and olive green striped dragon from before came closer to his leader and spoke to him.

"She's going to cause trouble later on, sire," he said, his voice was decidedly sharp yet sly. "Of that notion I have no doubt, Captain Devil," Thorgoroth replied as he watched the dragoness go. "Then if it's alright with you, my lord," Devil said with a wicked grin appearing on his face. "I would like the pleasure of "disposing" of her when the time comes." "You'd only make a mess of it, knowing your record," the blue dragon replied with narrowed eyes.

Devil sniffed contemptuously with an air of indignancy. "At least I do not hesitate to get my point across, unlike you, Valdern," he retorted. In response to this blatant and unveiled insult Valdern went nose to nose with him. "You couldn't catch a cold in winter!" he growled. His fellow officer growled back and for a moment it looked like that they were going to come to blows had their master not spoken.

"In case you two have forgotten, I am in command," the dark dragon growled. "Therefore, I will deal with Rozalia myself if it comes to it, understood?" he asked, in a tone that promised an extreme amount of pain if they so much as dared to disagree with him. "Yes, sir," the two replied without any hesitation from seeing the look on his face which showed no room for argument.

"Good, now prepare your patrols," he ordered. "The Purple Dragon will soon achieve his victory in restoring this world to how it was before Malefor tore it apart to its very core." He snorted as his captains, following his last command, were moving through the ranks of his soldiers, calling out the names of the warriors who were assigned to their patrols. "That old fool never did learn how to handle his powers," Thorgoroth continued to himself.

"Had he known what I know, had he but merely waited until he was at his full strength, until the Guardians were at their most vulnerable, then he would no doubt have achieved his victory of destroying this world, well, unlike him, there will still be a world left for me to rule after I conquer it." The dark dragon chuckled lightly to himself at this thought. "Not even one of his greatest servants shall stand against me." His eyes flashed with light.


A dragoness sat watching a clear pool of water in a starry glade. The only sound that reached her ears was the gentle blowing of the wind as it filed through the trees. Her scales were as yellow as gold in a horde of treasure while her horns, which were a brilliant sapphire blue, the top pair of which curved out to the sides, the second pair went straight backwards, and the third pair curled up outwards.

Her eyes, which were as orange as topazes, stared forward, fixed unmoving on the pool of water before her. Down her back ran a row of small triangular spines that, along with her wing membranes and chest plates, were amethyst purple, and reached to the near tip of her tail which ended in a leaf like blade which two large notches on either side, one slightly higher than the other. The claws on the top of her wings were silver grey as were her normal ones.

It was only when a slight rustling noise disturbed her did she look up from her vigil as another dragoness entered the clearing followed by two dragons. The new female was slightly more stocky then her with aquamarine blue scales, bright green eyes, sangria red horns that all resembled tree branches, fin like spikes that ran down her back and tail until they reached a blade that looked very much like that of an axe.

To add to her description, her wings did not have spines with all her claws, including the two large ones that crowned the top of her wings which were jet black. In contrast to this, the dragoness's two companions were complete opposites. One was white with black horns, claws, wing membranes, thin back spikes and a pair of prong-like blades on the end of his tail like those of a pitch fork.

The other was the same but with his colours reversed with black and green replacing the white, red and so forth. All three sat down around the edge of the pool, joining their fellow watcher in her task. "He has been freed," the golden dragoness said without any hesitation. The other dragoness simply shook her head whilst the white and black dragon sighed. "It was only a matter of time," he said with an air of finality, his voice clear and noble.

"I still say we should have destroyed Thorgoroth when we defeated him last time," his contrasting coloured twin growled in a tone of voice that was deep and left very little imagination as to what kind of personality he had, "when we had the chance." Their faces all became grim. The final battle against Thorgoroth had been both long and fierce, for he had been a formidable opponent.

One hundred dragons, masters, students, warriors and elders had all come together to combine against him, before he was finally defeated and made captive in the temple that their order had once called home. They had brought him before the First Order of the Elements for judgement. Many, particularly the black and white dragon, had urged that all the dragons should link their powers and blast the Life Taker from existence.

But the First Order's leader, Aura the Eternal, would not agree. Despite the fact that she had her own ire filled contempt for her former pupil, the dragoness knew that to kill without mercy was not their way. All their actions would do would make and mean that they too were destroyers. Of course there had been multiple voices of disagreement with this move but in the end, enough had voted to imprison him.

The Temple of the Sky was chosen to become his prison. And since more than mere walls of stone were needed to contain such a being as Thorgoroth, he was locked in the grip of a mighty forcefield, paralysed and utterly helpless. Well, not quite utterly. Aura had met in secret with her oldest and wisest friend, Siphiess the Wind Guardian, the first dragoness to join the Order and help bring together the four elements.

At the meeting the pair had discussed at length many things that were not meant for, or to be heard by lesser ears. For not even the leader of the First Order of the Elements would leave Thorgoroth without hope. She had once loved him and he had once loved her in return. It was a love that was only formed between two souls who had the power to shape both the world they lived in and those around them.

Even after his betrayal and all the destruction he had caused, Aura's heart still yearned for him. After Thorgoroth had been imprisoned within the forcefield she visited him in secret before the temple was sealed to the outside world. The dragoness told him that escape was indeed possible, but she knew that the conditions needed and the difficulties and obstacles that needed to be overcome were so great as to be almost impossible to occur in their lifetime.

Nothing of either of these conversations was ever said or heard of by their fellow Guardians or followers for they knew that even the smallest slip-up could mean absolute disaster. Satisfied that the Life Taker was forever bound, the First Order went on with their lives and teachings in the many, many years that followed. What became of the First Order of the Elements in the end, no one could ever really say with guaranteed certainty.

They slowly and, eventually, after many hundreds of years, they vanished from the world of Avalar and were seen no more. On the planet they had once called home all that they left behind were legends of all-powerful dragons who fought wars among themselves to protect those around them. Their stories were still told throughout the generations that followed them, in the hope that a similar age would follow.

Deep inside the Temple of the Sky, Thorgoroth lived on. For thousands upon thousands of years he endured his long captivity. Completely bound physically by the forcefield of Aura, scarcely, if not at all able to move a muscle, only his twisted, foul brain was active. It planned and plotted without cease, waiting for the day of his escape that would bring the necessary circumstances needed to free him.

Back in the present, the golden yellow dragoness was remembering all this. Her role as apprentice to the Lightning Guardian Galvan had taught her that hasty decisions often went astray in the grand scheme of things. She had long ago figured out that her sisters had deliberately told their greatest enemy about the fact that he could escape. They had foreseen Malefor's descent into darkness.

They had known that the day where the circumstances required for the Life Taker's freedom was approaching. In fact those conditions were playing out right under their noses as they had watched the battle between the new Purple Dragon, the Terror of the Skies and the Dark Master. Despite being corrupted, the two young dragons had successfully helped each other overcome their inner shadows.

After a long and hard fought victory, the pair had finally defeated Malefor and weakened him enough for the Ancestors to imprison him within the core of the world itself, finally bringing an end to his reign of terror. But the four watches knew that the world of Avalar was merely swapping out one tyrant for another. While it would be some time before that new evil showed himself he would seek to succeed where his fallen rival had failed.

There would, however, be one difference. Thorgoroth would, unlike Malefor, ensure that there was a world, and beings, left for him to rule. "How long do we have?" the white and black dragon asked, his voice lighter and smoother than his contrasting other. "Days, weeks at best," the blue dragoness replied. "Well, I don't see why we have to sit here while others, and the world, we call home need our help!" the green-eyed dragon growled.

"Because our powers would do little to affect the Life Taker this time, brother," the former replied, meeting his look of anger with an even gaze. "Asher is right Aiden," the golden dragoness answered firmly. "It has been centuries since we first imprisoned our former friend, but there is nothing we can do now except wait for the time to come when we can inform those who do have the power to stop him."

The black, white and green-eyed Aiden grumbled something under this breath that the others couldn't hear. Whatever it was, they were certain that it wasn't very polite. They watched as he turned and stalked off into the bushes, a look of disgust on his face. The blue dragoness looked at the others. "I know I've known Aiden for years but... He's not going to do anything rash is he?" she asked.

Asher shook his head in response. "My brother is hot headed no mistake, and equally quick to a brawl, but he would never do anything that would deliberately endanger others, Geysis," he replied. "He'll come around in time." "I hope so," the other dragoness replied, turning her gaze back to the pool in front of her. "You can't be thinking of blaming yourself, Essos," said Geysis, raising an eyebrow.

Her fellow Guardian sighed. "I'm not, but I still feel like it. I should have known Aura would let her love for Thorogoroth keep her from destroying him entirely, and yet... I cannot blame her for such an action. If I were in her stead I most likely would have done the same thing." "Some of our fellow Guardians share your mindset," the blue dragoness replied. "But for now, all we can do is wait." She and Asher settled down next to Essos to watch the pool.

Meanwhile, unknown to them, Aiden was watching them from atop a large ridge. He wasn't alone. Beside him stood a dragon with blue-grey scales and a golden yellow underbelly. He had silver grey eyes and earth brown claws. His head was crowned with a mane of horns with two small curved tusks protruding from just below the corners of his mouth. His scales were plated like armour and his tail had large flat spikes going down all the way to the end.

Without turning, the black and white dragon spoke to his companion. "You know what to do." The other grunted in acknowledgement and turned away. Just as he was about to jump down from the rock they were standing on, Aiden called out to him and he looked back. "Spend as much time as you need. I will keep my brother and friends busy." The Guardian turned his head so he could look at the other dragon.

"Anything else?" the latter asked, his voice holding a light mystic tone to it. "Just make sure you do what I've told you to do and do it right," the green-eyed dragon replied grimly. "I always do things right," the other told him before he jumped down from the rock. As he did so, the scale on his tail opened like a fan allowing him to glide a few meters or so before he landed and vanished into the trees while Aiden lay down to watch his fellow Guardians once again.

They would wait for the end and the beginning.

And so would he.

But he would not sit and wait without taking action beforehand.