AN: Look just because I love the game it does not mean that writing "The Prince" every two lines does not mean it doesn't become annoying and boring as such I am naming him Dustin as the movie calls him. He technically does not even have a name so that is what he will be known as in my story. "Dustin"(it is "fool" in some random language, I personally think it suits him in a twisted sense) Hope you all enjoy it.

Dustin paced the stones thinking how much time he had lost trying to explain what the sands were to these two dragons. He was ready to believe anything now.

He was sure that they could help him but he knew because of there size they would not fit into some of the pace he was going. The amount of traps and mechanics that formed the places he needed to go would stop them in there tracks... unless they broke them to get through which might have made it impossible to get kileana back to the present.

There was also one more question. Were they here in the past timeline, when he failed? If not could they help him. Or would he once more die from his own swift acting ability to survive.

Even better question how did they get here? They had no answer and there theory was passable at best. There were lots of factors that remained unknown to the working's of time.

From Spyro's description of what time was, it was a fabric like ice or the ground. A cloth that weaved everything into one place. Cynder the darker one, the female. Was not able to control it. He had thought this a little bit weird at first but after her explanation of being held under a curse (or so he chose to believe it as). Left her unable to wield some of the abilities that would have been easy to access before it.

Dustin felt the cold change of the air. He could even see the greying of the air from the unnatural aura it expelled.

His mind started racing, which way to go? It would be best to go to the portal near the empresses room. Then also would it attack the dragons? Technically they were not part of this timeline. But were they excluded from the timeline it guarded?

He looked up at the waterfall. What he saw he did not know if it was bad or terrifying. "What in the name of..." he said. The Dahaka was not there but it was near impossible that what he thought was happening was nearly true. Later he would wish that the impossible happened more often.

Cynder watched Dustin pace endlessly upon the podium at the start. After a small amount of time she gave up upon waiting for him to stop and rested her head upon Spyro's shoulder and entwined her tail with his.

Spyro and Dustin were talking softly, exhausted from the battle that they had done. At first the conversation had been Dustin explaining what the sands were. Cynder had quickly become tired of the conversation. Without the ability to actually control time as Spyro was, she quickly lost track of the discussion.

She had taken to examining the area, it was a very dark place, not as unkind and forbidding as the dark master's lair. It had a certain elegance to it. The two massive arcs on either end of the podium it was visibly broken in several area's. Though some of it she could not discern if it the architectural design of it that it was broken, as the weaving of fine lines that made designs, were hard to discern from the smaller cracks.

Almost all of it was some sort of black stone. Underneath them was water that led to the ocean. Behind them a waterfall streamed an endless amount of water that seemed impossible for the island to hold. Vines of wild plants clung to the architecture, the amount of vines suggested it had been centuries since the last clean had been done on these walls.

The arcs passaged into corridors beyond, though Spyro and herself could have fitted through them, she was sure that they would be easily stuck once inside of them. Once seeing all that she could find the interest her. She slipped her head back into a nook on Spyro's front shoulder and picked up on the current conversation.

"There are many questions that would be worthwhile finding an answer to, though I am not sure if I could find the answer's. Even if I could by the time I did it would be to late to do anything about them." Dustin was saying.

"What type of questions?" Cynder asked.

"Questions such, as were the both of you here in my past timeline... there are two of me right now. Me, here as this wraith. And me that will be awakening on a deserted beach on this island." Dustin said. "That is just one of my question's, other include if you will be chased by the Dahaka? For neither of you should really be here, or are you supposed to be here? And were there any more of your kind that were transported here with you but were sent elsewhere?"

"Dahaka?" Spyro asked raising an eyebrow.

"It is a legendary creature. The guardian of this worlds timeline. It does not seem to be able to touch water but beyond that it is unstoppable." Dustin said. Raising an eyebrow... or what would have been his eyebrow, and amazingly stopped pacing, said. "What in the name of..."

Spyro turned his head confused at what Dustin was looking at. He took a big sharp intake of breath. "It can't be." sounding very shocked, fright stood itself in his voice. Disbelief and horror were equal in his voice. Something a that sounded like mourning was also within his voice.

At this Cynder turned her head to look at what both Dustin and Spyro were looking at. The sight that beheld her was beyond she could have imagined standing at the top of the waterfall on a large rock stood two dragon's. Purple and black, Malefor and herself. Malefor was majestic in an evil twisted version of the word. But herself the evil twisted mind servant she was on that waterfall.

{okay people this is going to get bloody confusing, so for the sake of saving our sanity I am going to put evil Cynder as Cynder1 and good Cynder as Cynder.}

Her wings had the holes that were from battles beyond compromise. Her body was the elegant shape it was now, the flexibility and horror that went with it were deadly.

She looked at the two shapes, this was not good.

"Spyro? Any idea's?" Cynder asked timidly.

"No. Not really. Only questions that may not be answerable." He said.

"So this is not good?" Dustin asked sarcastically. "Well I have one question. Flight or fight?"

"Flight is probably a good idea. But where to?"

"TRAITOR" Cynder heard her currently evil self yell.

Cynder prepared herself for the onslaught that was coming, but what would it be. An attack of claws and fangs, or would shadows and poisons be of a favourable choice.

She was not prepared however for the dark tendons that coiled around the Cynder1 that was flying at her. She heard bones snap, even a broken Cynder1 would be hard to beat. She looked towards where the tendons had come from. What she saw shocked her, the meeting of herself and Malefor had been beyond all that she could imagine.

She saw a larger more terrifying version of Dustin, it was as everything her seemed to be, dark, terrifying and Gothic. It was not elegant, rather majestic, the tendons that now trapped her evil self came out of it torso, it did not seem to be crawling in them rather seemed to have had absorbed them.

"TIME TO RUN" Dustin yelled, neither Spyro nor herself even bothered questioning that piece of advice. "MEET ME IN THE GARDENS."

Spyro was already in the air and flying when creature hat Cynder was sure was the Dahaka had half absorbed her evil self. The sight was enough to be sick off. Which Cynder knew to well she would be as soon as she landed. She did not want to think of the way the beast and herself had started to merge into a single entity.