AN: In case any one is a little confused about this Brother of Dustin's... go watch the video on Warrior Within, it is the last one in the second row. That is the character I am using. I'm using him because he is the only character that the prince seems to actually have some sort of connection to, excluding Farah.
His farther, and Future Kileana well honestly, they both are more out of his pride and honour that he feels for them. Farah and This Character seemed to be the only character through the three games with a genuine connection outside of honour and duty.
I still do not know what I am going to do with Farah, she kind of wrote herself into my mind. Anyway there's still one more OC.
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"It's been to long. An' what's all this forgive me crap? Hmm," the stranger said.
Cynder was starting to get really confused "probably a good thing Sparx is still out." she thought with a sigh. She looked to Spyro, they had spent near 5 years together now, with nearly no one else to keep them company they knew each other's minds by now.
"May I ask. What in the world is going on here?" Cynder said, verging on yelling in confusion.
The so-called "Brother" took a step back involuntarily and accidentally broke the hug off with Dustin. Dustin halved turned around, enough just to realise that there were in fact two speaking dragons behind him.
He turned back towards his "Brother".
"Well introductions must be made. These two are Cynder and Spyro. There was also a Sparx? Somewhere..." Dustin trailed off realising that Sparx had fainted. "Well anyway they kinda... well... long story. You two this is my brother, Chivalry."
Dustin Drew his sword, sliding it into a gap between the tile and wall. He used the sword as a lever to pull the pedal out and effectively stop the sand running. They continued to walk to the circular platform in the middle of the room.
Without the sand running the time travelling mechanism had stop working. Dustin wrapped an arm around Chivalry's shoulder as they approached Cynder and Spyro.
"Hello Chivalry." Spyro said. He was gentle in his tone, neither demanding nor friendly. He was as one would be formally. Guarded of feelings, polite and simple. "My name is Spyro and this is."
"Cynder." she finished his sentence for him. This 'Brother' of Dustin's was very similar to him. They each held themselves similar.
"Hello, Spyro, Cynder. Now if I may ask where are we? Does anyone know?" Chivalry said. His tone was not that of someone asking there brother a question. But of a superior asking a vessel a question.
"We are on the Island of time. But something is wrong." Dustin turned towards Spyro and Cynder. "I Do not think you two were here in the last timeline. Okay right now I need to enlist the help of someone that has already tried to kill me. So you" pointing at Chivalry "Are coming with me."
"And what would we be doing? We need to kill that mutation and find away back to our own world." Cynder spoke up. Knowing that Dustin did actually need them to do something.
"I need you to go to the gardens. I am going to be bringing someone there. The only thing I may have trouble with is if they decide to try something." he said. "The particular area has four pillars in it. It is probably best you two are not seen before I get there."
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Cynder flew through the air stretching her wings. The darkness that clouded her body was the only way she felt comfortable as the sun bore down on her. The years of exposure to artificial crystals and life absorbed into her body from the apes and Malefor's reign had increased her endurance beyond any other being. If it had not been for the amount of control that the purple freak had used to control her. She would have been able to easily overthrow him.
Of course Spyro had still been an annoying piece of shit. She had managed to kill him. He had let his guard down. If you want someone dead, you take the first clean shot you have. You don't do It honourably.
Right after the guardian and her had killed the prince the guardian had went deep into It's mind and stayed there. It had given her reign over both bodies. She had tried to subtlety pierce the dome of his mentally shielded mind. It had easily not only deflected her but pierced her own shield in her confusion. Not before she had sensed the presence of another conscience within his.
As she flew aimlessly she found herself a few hundred feet over the plateau her they had been joined. She decided to glide down and give the area a more thorough look.
The body of Malefor was sitting there. Along with some small wildlife that was working on decomposing the body. She remembered the aftermath of her battle with Spyro. Malefor had eaten the body of the young purple dragon. She had tried hopelessly not to be sick that day. Killing a youngling may be one thing. But eating you're own kind was something that she had not fell to at that point.
As she looked at the body of her tormentor. She wished that she could have drawn his death out much more for the years of torture. She felt a pull of her conscience and slowly lowered her snout to the body. She lurched forwards at the purple body, tearing scales and gobbling flesh down. Drinking in the flow of his blood and snapping the bones of the skeletal system as viciously and as fastly as she could.
Although the meat could have lasted her weeks she managed to eat all the body. Blood that had managed to escape the maw of her mouth soaked the ground and bled the water. The blood was all that was left of the once feared Malefor. Master of Darkness. She felt the presence of his memories and all that he had been. She felt even the hate of being trapped in the portal of convexity. As she rearranged her mind to accommodate the knowledge of all that Malefor had been, she came across a new presence.
She had not only absorbed Malefor, but Spyro as an extension too. For the first time she knew in her life. She cried. The thing had been honourable. He had the power to kill her, Spyro would have easily killed Malefor. Of only he had learnt how to control his power. He could have done so much, he could control time, if only lightly. He could breath pure magic. The same substance that she channelled into her darkness. But what really shocked her was the memory of his own death. She watched herself kill him once more through his eyes. As she breathed the dark fire onto his scales. He sat there feeling the demise of the dragon race. As she felt his body dropped and his memory cut out she fled deep into her mind.
The dimensions of the mind were hard to explain. She cut the contact of her nervous system and killed the electric that flowed through her body. The body was now as good as dead. With neither the Guardian nor her to command it. The body of dragon and guardian was desperate to survive both felt the pull of the body.
The bodies will to survive always defeated the minds ability to kill the body.
The guardian finally decided to break it's reverie and take the body into it's own form.
As the coldness rushed into the air. The potency of the fear that radiated off the Guardians body equalling her own as the body took flight into the air. Wings stretched wide to catch the current of the wind. The Bodily eyes of Cynder scanned the land in front of them with the guardians trained abilities.
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"We may have a small problem." the metal clad women stated bowing down in front of the death sentenced women in red.
"What is it Shahdee?" Kaileena said, looking down at the women that had served as a warrior for years.
There had been plenty of them at the start. Only Shahdee remained after all their extremely long lives. Not only had their race been long lived the exposure to the sands had given the women that had served Kaileena longer lives than any other race alive.
Excluding of coarse herself. Who could only be killed by violence.
The blood red flowing ribbons of silk moved around her body. She stood up and moved towards the cell she was holding the princes past love. She felt the symptoms of arousal afflict her. She would have raped her. Except, any pleasure she could get out of the princess would have come at to high a price. Raping a male was easy in this body. And they generally came voluntarily. A female was another matter, she could have made Farah orgasm just to inflict a psychological scar on the women's conscience. But she would gain no pleasure herself.
She directed her attention towards Shahdee once more as the Black metal clad women started talking once more. "The guards have reported seeing two dragons flying around this morning. One black and the other purple. The griffin is also dead." Shahdee faltered. Kaileena was already in a mood. The Griffin had been an excellent defence. Dead. It was useless. Shahdee hoped Kaileena's anger would be placed elsewhere with the next news. "It also seems there are two of the princes on the island."
"WHAT?" Kaileena was shocked to hear this.
"The Dahaka killed one of them. But several guards have been found dead and some have said they have seen him travelling with someone." Shahdee said crudely.
Kaileena probably should have been worried sick. Although one look at the cell that contained Farah, and she felt herself become wet at the sight of her.
She turned and started walking towards a door on the far side of the throne room and start walking. "Come Shahdee." She would have to settle on Shahdee this day.