The tornado around the body was an amazing sight. They took a step forward and brought the wind that circled the standing body of the Dahaka with them. Cynder, as was the name of the dragons form, maintained the concentration needed to sustain the wind. Suddenly the wind exploded out from them both. Technically it was one body, but they were two. Dragon and Guardian.

They had tried each other for dominance, first was the annoying fly that controlled the mind of the dragon. They both had the same idea at what was to be done about this, different reasons. While Cynder wanted the freedom. The Guardian knew that with the controller in the way there would be no way to control the body and mind of the young dragon it had melded with.

They had both found themselves in the same position neither wanting to give up to the other, each wanting to control the other. The Guardian had to get rid of the prince who had opened the sands those few years ago. While Cynder wanted to kill. Kill the ones that had brought her to this weird land.

After what had been what must have hours they both decided that it would be easier to get out of the dome first. The Guardian could sense the Prince and other two dragons leave, they had used those god forsaken portals, it couldn't get through them. As the each looked at the dome from both their sets of eyes, and knowing that there was a layer of poison on the other side neither wanted to purely smash it. The guardian could do next to nothing here. Even if the Guardian was probably impervious to the poison they still had no idea how it would affect there dragon body.

So Cynder tried to wield the powers that she was born with, from within the Dahaka's form. They had found that they could control any magic that either had within the others body. Though any such thing that physically attributed to the current body was available while disabled from the other. In other words, they seemed to be able to control the tendons that the Guardian used to grab her could not be used while they were in Cynder's body.

It was... different to say the least. Once each of them managed to realise that they were two different souls, minds, conscience or what ever you called it, in one body, each body could be used but only one of their original bodies could be used at a time. They had even found a way to form a transgression of nature, not that they weren't one already. They could use attributes of each body and fuse the two bodies together to make a completely different one.

"So what Should we do know? They are gone and we will not be able to follow them. What do you suggest?" Cynder asked. They had no need for spoken words, they could each communicate with each other through a mental connection they had soon found. While they were two separate consciousness they managed to guard there thoughts from each other and now learning to move as one entity. They both admitted, it was harder than they thought.

They each allowed basic movements to be predicted by the other. So while they kept two separate souls, they maintained an understanding of what the other was about to do. The only thing that made it hard was instincts... they got in the way. While the Dahaka walked on two legs, Cynder walked on four and unconsciously kept trying to walked on four legs.

This hindered them for the better part of the hour. They both sensed something at the same time. Something that sent the Guardian into a deep cycle of thought. They could both sense something was off. There was the Prince. Unconscious on the beach a fair way down below them.

Cynder could feel the urgency of this. The Guardian's abilities ended with being able to feel them like a perfume on the air. It knew when it was near it's victims but could not put anything on any real location.

The sense it was, it drew the Guardian to the place. A bit like an extension. Useless without it's counterparts that made anything. Without Cynder's eye's they may never have seen the Prince.

"Make no mistake I am a Guardian, you just make my job that little bit easier." the Guardian said. Cynder could hear from it's mental voicing that this being was much more ancient than anything she had encountered before. "Let me borrow your wings, even if we were to appear before him in your body he would fight, and trust me he is a good fighter... he will hold his ground with you. He knows he cannot kill me. He will run, he may even be able to defeat you in his form. He has done many thing's in the past. Including escaping his own inevitable death."

Cynder thought this over eventually she sprouted her, their, wings. "Is he the same one as the one that ran away before we got trapped in the dome?" She said.

Cynder also threw all the debris and poison from the dome that was still circulating them. As she felt the Guardian experiment with their wings, beating them slowly and tense. They started to take off and soon they were off the ground. Cynder felt their bones change, they became lighter and the muscles on their back changed to accommodate the flying wings.

They soon landed on the beach, evidence of a shipwreck or two were all over the beach. At the far end was the prince. He was slowly waking up and was harassed by crows, or vultures, it was weird the Guardians vision was different. And crows didn't usually eat apes? Did they?

They started to approach the prince he picked up a wood en stake not that it would do much. Then he saw them. He didn't exactly freak he stood where he was and held his ground. "He is an excellent fighter, and an excellent escape artist as well. Watch him he is not unlike that young Spyro of yours, he may be smaller than either of us, but he uses that well, and he is not as weak as you may think either. If there was something that could kill me and he had it. It would be my demise."

Cynder did not have time to reply as the prince quickly decided to run and fast he was. He ran to their left and the guardian quickly returned their body to his original state, except the wings. He threw tendons at the prince and missed narrowly every time. She felt the tendons go out through the guardians legs and through the ground to the wall. The prince caught on quickly, as soon as they came out they missed except one. One of them caught his left hand and started to drag him to the wall to quickly the prince stabbed the stake through the tendon and the tendon dropped off of the main body just before where it was stabbed. Cynder at this point let off a screech off fear. To say the prince dropped was petrified as grublins and the like had been was surprisingly not the case. He was shocked and it showed, his electric blue eyes widened and dropped, losing his balance and his wits. Cynder quickly dosed him with some shadows. Now he would be terrified. He surprised her again. He stood up and stayed standing up. He didn't run and he didn't fight he stood there.

"Fine. So be it." he said. The Guardian wasted no time. He was killed quickly and then absorbed. This was different to when the Dahaka had absorbed her. This was... peaceful. In a way it was weird.

When they had killed Malefor, they were quickly entrapped in that bloody dome. Cynder had to admit she had learnt a lot. She had recognised herself as the one to entrap her even before, her, well, binding. With this Guardian. They had never even bothered to check if the body was still there.

…...

"Who or more importantly. What are you?" the figure asked. He was about the same height as Dustin she couldn't quite see if he was or not.

His hair was tied, back behind his head in as tight bun of hair. He had a sword attached to his back, it was about the same size as the one Dustin had, except much more plain... and probably more flexible when it came to acrobatic movements in a battle. He wore a dark cloak, much similar to the hermit that lived in Alavar. The cloak had a hood, it was down and his eyes... Cynder looked at Spyro and when he looked back at her she knew she wasn't wrong. They kept changing colour, not dramatically but the lighting was that so that when the flames of the candles moved they altered hiss eyes. The leather that he wore as his armour was practical though it would probably only stop minor injuries at best.

Dustin lay there, basically grovelling at his feet. Slowly he got up, slowly the tendrils and whiteness of his skin faded. Ever so slowly all the darkness faded slowly off of him. As he stood a mask fell off him and he transformed.

This new Dustin, was... different. He wore the same sort of attire as the one in front of him and his hair was as black as her scales. His skin, while still white, was no longer was the pale bone white that it had been, it was now a warm white, slightly darkened from sun exposure.

Now this stranger had a almost "I'm going to drop dead now" look on his face. The Stranger lowered his bow and then dropped it. Suddenly the Prince was pulled into a rather emotional hug.

"Brother?" the stranger said faintly.

…...

"He is Dead." a pale skinned, metal clad women said, kneeling on the ground before a women in a rather similar red dress.

"Good..." the women in red replied, lost deep in thought. She waved a hand dismissing the metal clad women with short black hair away. The women rose and took her leave.

"Now what to do with you? If he is dead than you are of no use to me, what to do know Farah?" the women in red said laughing. The women chained to the wall simply glared at the red dressed female and uttered no words.