During the time of which Cynder was enslaved by Malefor, her subconscious slipped in and of some sort of an awakened state. Every once in a while she would have get a short clip of herself tearing into some dragon or one of her many 'subordinates' whether it was for business or pleasure. Hatchlings weren't even safe from her claws and teeth. It was how she was able to understand what exactly the other dragons hated her for, in the original temple and now the Dragon City of Warfang. She saw a few of the survivors as well. Cynder heard herself as she laughed and mocked children who had just had their entire family torn apart in front of them.

However the worst part of it all was the utter helplessness she felt when she had one of these awakenings. No matter how much she willed, the only thing she could do was cause a sudden hesitation that only allowed some brave and foolish dragon or dragoness a second to strike. Sometimes she actually hoped some of them landed their strikes and finally ended her. But it was always for naught. And whatever held her in that state noticed she was awake and sent her back to pain induced sleep.

This is also how she knew what was happening during Spyro and 'Her' fight. Cynder heard Spyro, her best friend and the one she fell in love with, begging her to snap out of it. Heard him try and reason with her. Watched him deflect her attacks yet do nothing to strike her, even when she was wide open.

And Cynder heard herself as she broke all of Spyro's hope into nothingness.

However, after that, the magic holding her hostage finally managed to forced her to sleep again.

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Cynder awoke again. She almost wished she didn't have to look through 'her' eyes. Cynder expected a destroyed Warfang and Spyro's blood on her claws and teeth. However she was pleasantly surprised. Cynder was laying down on a soft surface, in what seemed to be a stone structure, similar to those the moles lived in yet larger. A wooden door was on the wall she was looking at. Light came through a slit window on her left. The rest of the room was bland and empty. Except for a strange object above the door. It was a very dark purple eye.

The eye seemed to notice Cynder was up and quickly closed itself and vanished. Cynder, who was currently very confused and started to get up and try to leave when she realised something very important. SHE WAS IN CONTROL!

Her eyes widened and a relieved gasp escaped her hanging maw. How was this possible? Was she dreaming? No she never dreamt when forced to sleep. Was the battle a horrid nightmare? She looked back on the event and shook her head sadly. It was too vivid for a dream. Cynder had actually been taken over again by Malefor and turned against her friend. 'Ancestors please don't let Spyro hate me now'.

Before she could return to her depressing thoughts, the door swung open and there stood a strange creature on two legs (If you want the description of his face, go back one chapter I cant be bothered to explain this guy for fifth time). "So, you're finally awake," the thing said. "I'm sure you have questions Cynder so, by all means." The belt that wound round his waist then began to move. Uncurling itself until it revealed a tail protruding from the base of the stranger's spine. The tail then coiled itself on the ground as it's owner sat upon it, awaiting Cynder's questions.

"Alright… What happened? Where's Spyro?"

The stranger smiled at this for some reason. "Even in a strange place with a stranger person in front of you you're first worries are for him. Cute." Cynder was glad her black scales were able to hide her slightly embarrassed blush… until he began speaking again. "Is that how dragons blush? Strange… it's like a light is glowing form under it. Eh whatever, so you were repossessed by Malefor, attacked Spyro, I stopped you from killing Spyro and locked you and Malefor up. Then I took you both here, with Spyro's permission I might add, to de-corrupt you. As you can see, it worked."

Cynder was horrified. She actually nearly killed Spyro! Ancestors she was glad she was stopped.

"And Spyro was completely exhausted last time I saw him. He wasn't too badly injured so he should've made it to… wherever you guys live in one piece."

"-sigh- Thank the ancestors. Well… Thank you for saving him. But why did you bring me here? I know that you wanted to undo that magic but why?"

"Oh that's simple, I felt like it. When I saw you in the tower I thought you were decent enough. Might as well de-corrupt you."

'Wait… In the tower? That means…' "CALEMVIR?"

Calemvir seemed confused. "Did you not know it was me?"

"Last I saw you, you were wearing a cloak, a hood and didn't have a tail," Cynder deadpanned.

He at least had the decency to look sheepish during his response. "Oh yeah… Ignore me then. Next question!"

Cynder hesitated for a moment. "How long… How long have I been unconscious?".

Calemvir brought up a hand and began to stroke his chin lightly, thinking on the answer. After a minute he asked "Here time or your time?"

Cynder's head turned to the side, confused. "What do you mean my time? We are still in Avalar right?"

"Cynder we aren't even in the same world as yours. We are currently in my home world, a place the inhabitants used to call Earth before they all vanished. Time here runs much, much faster than that of you're world. It wasn't even two years before my spell which was made to last 3 MILLENIA broke allowing Malefor to enter Avalar again."

Cynder was rarely brought to speechlessness. It happened when Malefor appeared and when Spyro stood up for her against the dragon populace. Yet here she was, stunned at what this meant. She could have been out for years here, and it would probably only be a minute there.

"Unfortunately though, you have been out for a long time. Much longer than I thought you would. Spyro is probably worried sick. Makes me wonder why the hell you two aren't dating yet."

Cynder suddenly felt very hot beneath the scales of her face as she heard the last remark, and it was clear that Calemvir meant to do that as he was now silently snickering under his breath.

"Oh you so want him. Lets get back then." Calemvir stood off his tail and let it wind around his waist again. "I promised him a more in-depth explanation and I'm sure you aren't satisfied yet." And with that, he set off, walking out the door and through the many corridors of the house, Cynder trailing behind him.

Soon Calemvir veered left and opened another door which led to a smaller room. This one had a small platform with a pedestal on the centre. Around the platform were runes of the same make of the swirl and created by Calemvir's stones. "Step on the platform Cynder. I have to grab a few runestones before we head off."

Following Calemvir's orders Cynder jumped up onto the platform and waited for Calemvir to show up. He had already left the room. As quickly as he left though, he returned. "Alright this is probably going to make you feel queasy since it's your first time going through dimensions but please try not to throw up on me," Calemvir said, only half joking.

Calemvir then took out a runestone form his pocket and placed it on the pedestal. The stone began to glow as the runes surrounded them. Eventually the runes began to settle and stopped moving in the air, seemingly waiting for something. Seeing them stop, Calemvir spoke. "24, 478, 2498."

Cynder looked at him strangely, wondering why he was saying random numbers towards the runes. Magic doesn't work like that. It goes against what she was used to with magic. Magic was an instantaneous effect, it doesn't wait for orders. Then the runes began to glow bright purple as the two were transported from the house, to Avalar once more.