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He finds a set of old stairs leading up to the upper floors. Light energy barricaded the other exits out, leaving him only stairs to go further. The pictures were very old, but the dark grey dragon looked to be a half of each dragon, though scarier and frightening to a standard human. The orbs were shiny, like keys.

Laughter echoed about in the seemingly abandoned tower from the upper floors. Something was upstairs, moving around hurridely too.

[What mixture of highly illegal drugs have you guys been smoking and where can I get some?]

[Are we crazy? ..]

He slowly floated up the stairs, being careful to not make a single noise. He wanted to try and take this new presence by surprise, if possible.

As he floated up the stairs the laughing got louder and louder until he was stopped by what looked to be a simple door...Built out thousands of lego blocks stuck tightly together in an attempt to look too strong to break.

This was the only thing in his path? He teleported right past it. What the hell could be in this room, anyways?

However, for some odd reason he couldn't teleport past it. Any attempt to do so would cause a beam of white to hit him hard and fast. ''Hehehe...Silly little demons don't know my wall of legos is unpassable by teleporting.'' The voice crackled, mockingingly. Indeed, whoever or whatever it was didn't sound too nice. It sounded evil, and bad.

The bricks were brown in color, and seemed to have been pressed together tightly enough to be solid. But surely he knew of another way to get past the wall of legos.

"There is a difference between a demon and a god. Learn that difference."

He reared his fist back and punched the lego wall as hard as he possibly could. This punch could EASILY shatter planets.

The legos bend inwards, but STILL don't move.

Then it is slid open by a annoye dark silver hued dragon. ''It's called a sliding door.'' It hissed, holding a golden orb in its icey clawed hands. It looked just like the dragon seen in pictures, only older and cold as ice. ''Gods may just appear to ne powerful, but they all have weaknesses that one can find if given time. They may rule a job, but not all jobs. I know it all too well...'' The dragon snorted. wing nubs barely visible from the scales. ''I was once a god, a very strong one...''

Facepalm: apply directly to the face! After his own self-disappointment passed, he held his gaze at the dragon.

"I guess I am too used to magical barriers and doors meant to be impassible. What is sad is that I have a few sliding doors at my base, too!"

He gave a slight chuckle at his quip about doors. Then the flying orchestra bus appeared in a window behind Vastator, playing this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrOxpn3zjUE

"Have you ever seen anything like that before? It's been following my everywhere since I arrived in this area!"

''It is called the background bus.'' They hissed, glaring at it. ''I am Unknown. Or, rather, whats left of a fantastic creature. I was a god who created fear and destruction. And it was a flaw I had that lead to mt defeat. This tower was built to tell others of Unknown. By paintings of it.'' It added, though paranoid and twitchy. ''A tower built where the moons rays shine every night. Where the three gold orbs of protection rest, once guarded by unknown. But hehehehe...Only unknown knows wher they all be.''

"Hrmmm...fascinating tale, dragon. What happens when the three orbs come together? Or if they're wielded by someone?"

A large chair materialized out of thin air, above Vastator. The dark god grabbed out out of the air as it fell, positioned it under himself, and sat. He also materialized a cup of tea on a saucer in his hand. Might as well be civilized right now, no? he raised his cup in the air for half a second, gesturing, before he took a sip.

"Would you like some?"

The dragon shook its head, then continued.

''The orbs are known as the orbs of power. They allowed the holder to split into three seperate creatures if it had to. I used to have all three, but when I was defeated the two other creatures within me seperated to become two seperate dragons. If all the orbs are found, the holder can create clones.''

"...that's it? If that's what they do, then I'll never need them, I can already do that. Sorry for bothering you."

With that, he flew right through the nearest window and resumed his previous search, leaving a hole in the wall that was shaped like him. This was perhaps one of the most time-consuming detours he's ever made.

It cackled as he left. ''The secret guardian will prevent you from revealing the true nature of the princess!'' It hissed. The skies darkened with chances of rain, lighting crackling violently in the clouds as Vas left. The air grew chilly, so cold that the rain would freeze into...Snowflakes that started to fall to the ground. Slowly at first, but gradually falling faster until it suceeded in making the sky tempature extremely cold and capable of frost.

Oohhh, it was getting cold. This is Vastator's second favorite type of weather (his favorite being when it's raining fire, destruction, and death). He did a few rolls in the air, this was excellent! After hearing the dragon's words, he decided that his main priority was now changed from directly searching for the princess to finding the 'secret guardian' so that he could interrogate him/her/it and beat out the information that he wanted. This guardian sounded powerful, so odds are there would be a massive bus. To prepare for that likely event, Vastator flew over to the driver's side window of the flying 'background bus' and gave the driver a music request, and that they need to play it whenever the possible battle starts. The driver nodded and told the musicians in the passenger seats to be ready, then the dark god flew back ahead and began scanning the entire island for the 'secret guardian'.

The skies remain ever so snowy as he continued, until he reached a deep chasm in earth several miles away. Subzero temperatures came from it, but it was almost perfectly hidden by the moutains that had been perfectly situated around it. And while it looked peaceeful, several frozen humans could be seen scattered around it, most still holding onto weapons.

Color this superbeing intrigued. He looked down into the abyss and decided to investigate. Who knows, maybe that's where the secret guardian is...holed up. *BADUM TSSSHHHHHHH* With a mighty flap of his eight wings, Vastator sped into the chasm, cold temperatures be damned!

After what seemed to be hours of flying he arrived at its depths. There stood a large dragon of ice, siiiar to the one seen earlier only bigger with four wing nubs and two broken off horn. The eyes were iced over, with the tail curled around a pillar. In the tail tip was one lone golden orb. On the ground was another, but the third was nowhere to be seen. The dragon appeared to be made of ice, so cold that the abyss was subzero in tempeaure. It eerily matched the picture seen on the towers walls, yet there was no sign of a black dragon or silver dragon anywhere.

It was deathly silent, but appeared to mearly be fast asleep. Though it was big enough to make the pillar look like a toothpick.