Cynder was next to rooted on the spot. She could not stand the sight in front of her. Neither though could she turn away from it. The Dahaka had all but consumed her evil self. But more, it had gained traits of her body. Wings sprouted off the Dahaka's body. Though this was nearly the only change as the Dahaka crawled down on four legs to sprout them. This couldn't get much worse.
As the Dahaka transmuted into her own body and back again into it's own. Then it all stopped.
Everything stopped she was apart of it's own time. The Dahaka had controlled the time and her evil self guided it but she, herself was an entity outside of it, yet apart of it. An effiga of their own time. She could see Spyro floating in the air, his wings moving in the swing of flying. Malefor preparing to take flight and Dustin standing in the on the opposite side watching the transformation.
The Creature looked at her, Shadows were added to it's unnatural aura, opening it's eyes, Cynder saw her own green eyes stare back at her, it turned around to face Malefor.
Then it all started.
Malefor was dragged onto the ground from the waterfall. Tendrils reaching up out of the ground and quickly crushing all his bones. He didn't get back up just laid there dead, unable to move even if he was alive. The Dahaka/Cynder creature jumped up to the dead body of Malefor, and quickly absorbed his body. Dustin was gone. Cynder took to flight and went high enough in the sky to see the island. She quickly found what she was looking for.
The rooms were all the same. All the same broken roof, all the same symbols. There were more there than she had time to count. She also quickly located Dustin. Running fast and hard what few enemies might have stood in his way were quickly disposed of. She took a second to predict which one of the rooms he would go for. She found it then focused her attention back to the creature. Marking where and how she might get to the room in several different paths.
She then turned back towards the creature. She let loose a torrent of shadows, water and poison. She willed the water into a dome of the platform encasing the creature, and suffused into it shadows, so no light would penetrate the dome, then the strong dose of poison that coated the outside of the dome. Still holding it she nodded to Spyro who then coated the dome in metal on the out side, while also smartly arranged earth on the inside so that if any, one part of the inner dome broke it all would. He also augmented the earth so it would not absorb the water. They knew each others battle techniques to well for anything to go wrong.
Spyro flew closer to Cynder, they each looked at each other Cynder currently hovering high enough to see the room that Dustin was heading to.
"Lets go talk to him." Cynder said. Exhausted from such high use of her elements. She could see Spyro was tiring, though she also suspected that it was more from raw fear and cooling down from it.
Spyro nodded trying to calm from the shock.
Each turned away from the dome flying slowly towards the room which Dustin had been running towards. Apparently flying there proved much, much faster than being on foot. Just a few moments after they landed on the circle in the middle Dustin ran into the room.
Dustin showed no real tiredness from the run to the room. Cynder looked levelly at him. Carefully hiding all emotion that may have shown upon her features. He slowed to a walk, than stopped.
He looked at both Spyro and Cynder, his look was neither apologetic, sorry, angered or even concerned. He seemed concerned with only himself, and his own life.
"Both of you may want to move. Did you lose the Dahaka and those other two?" Dustin asked conversationally.
"Well I just saw myself merged with a beast that is a supposed guardian to a timeline and kill one of the most dangerous enemies Spyro and myself have ever faced." Cynder replied, more venomously than she knew she ought to.
Dustin actually looked shocked to the core. "It merged... with, you?" he asked understandably confused.
"Well in a sense. The Black dragon that stood on the Waterfall was Cynder from a different time." Spyro said seriously, looking between the So-called-prince and her. She knew he meant to try and comfort her, making sure that she was okay.
Dustin just looked more confused. "You are saying that one of those two dragons was you?" he said pointing at Cynder, "And the other was the one that tried destroy your world? And that You" gesturing towards Cynder. "Merged with the Dahaka?"
"Yes all three, The Purple one nearly succeeded in pulling our entire world apart, and if Spyro hadn't stopped him he would have succeeded in it. Also yes. The black one was me when I was under the other one's control." Cynder said.
Dustin nodded slowly, eyes wide, well what eyes he had. He suddenly turned and walked towards the pillar to the left of the normal entrance. Ran up the pillar and stepped on a switch and did a back-flip. Sand started to run from a rough in the roof and the pad that he had stood on was glowing red on the symbols.
"Really you two will want to move from there." Dustin Repeated. Looking somewhat agitated.
"Well really, you didn't tell us that thing had that much power. Really it killed- ki- - -... ..."
Cynder felt her anger web out of her body, she knew it was Spyro's doing. Another skill that Spyro had stumbled upon in the years. She looked back at him, she couldn't summon the anger she knew she had felt the few times he had used it on others. The ability was not especially bad, it only left the target different, that part of them was never the same again. He had stumbled upon it after a particularly stubborn student had angrily challenged him out of anger, the student's name was Ash.
He was a rare and different dragon, neither red nor blue. He had managed to absorb both of his parents abilities leaving him with ice and fire abilities. He could also use them smartly. He had managed on several occasions to encase a floating piece of flame in ice. Keeping the flame inside alive and the ice never melting.
Ash's ability was equal to Spyro's. Cynder had watched Spyro lay down and talk to Ash. Ash however hard he tried could not truly get any anger out of himself, he could not even try to harm Spyro. He just Stumbled on trying to summon the anger that had initially feed the challenge. Ash was always picking fights and whenever someone did something that he thought he could do he would challenge them. Most the time the ones he challenged accepted and were quickly beaten... the ones that did not accept were usually found with many suspicious bruises later.
The challenge had come after Spyro had given him a lecture on his behaviour. Ash gave quite a long speech about how he could've beaten Malefor if he had but been given the chance and that he had no need for "such Nonsense on how to live my life" as he stated it.
Spyro laid down and watched him after a few minutes into his speech which grew quite a crowd. Finally when Ash was out of breath Spyro stood up looked him straight in the eye and said "Journey the world. It will give light to your ignorance." Ash had tried then to move to attack Spyro, but his legs would not move his wings did not flare, he just stood trying. Visibly trying to attack Spyro. He just couldn't. Later Spyro had confided her that he felt himself within Ash's mind, lightly pulling away the threads of anger, till all that was left was the memories of the anger.
Cynder bowed her head and closed her eyes. She felt Spyro put his head under hers and follow her neck, resting his head on her shoulder. She could still hear Dustin Running up the wall's. She didn't really care. She felt tears roll down her face and on to Spyro's shoulder. She wasn't angry or even upset. She just knew that the anger was gone. Something wasn't quite right. She didn't miss the anger, but mourned it. Then she opened her eyes ready to start again. The sight left her reeling.
She was in the same room but what would have had to been, years, decades, even centuries before the time she was just in. the room was no longer destroyed but perfect. The gothic structures were beutifully made, the details beyond comparison of anything in her own world. The candles, the structure everything. Just perfect for what she appreciated.
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AN: Okay everyone, I just want to ask everyone for a review, I know this is not the best story but still please it keeps me going. Be as harsh and realistic as you want, though please do not spam.
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