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Dastan? Why fight this? They'll kill us both if you stop me

"No! Stop!" Dastan's screams echoed through the dark damp corridors of the dungeon he was locked up in... He knows then all too well, after all, they do belong to his father... The prince was hanging by his wrists, sweat seeping into his deep wounds stinging them as he took his faint breaths. Bodies of his soldiers lay in piles across the room rotting. A guard limped from ones side of the room to the other, patrolling the dungeon but it was no normal guard. It was a sand guard, a trapped soul deformed into a sand creature as it growls and snaps at the prince with each grunt he'd make.

Dastan looked up at the tiny rays of light that pierced the darkness below, he saw sand foot soldiers march across from the gaps, their shadows leaving moments of complete darkness.

Dastan felt weak... Worn out by the second from the pain.

A young girl was huddled on the floor across from the prince, her wrist swollen from a break and her face bloody. Her bright pink hair was spread across the ground as she silently cried, not knowing there was anyone else in this particular prison. Her white dress was filthy from too many dirty jobs and she had no shoes, her bare feet scared and calloused from walking without them for many years. She was a slave, it was obvious to anyone who saw here. If they didn't notice the filthy clothes they would surely notice the chains that held her ankles together. A number was burned into her lower backside, the number that identified her as someone's property. She was #2, the second slave sold in this city.

She kept crying until one of the sand guard stabbed her with the tip of it's spear, immeaditly shutting her up. She crawled to the farthest corner and just sat there, in a state of shock.

Dastan was starting to feel weak, fighting his inner demon and trying his hardest to stay awak oh Prince why do this?... the prince shook a little as the water that dripped from the ceiling fell on the back of his neck, it evaporated too quick to notice. He flinched and tensed up as it landed.

Because we are both one, how about we strike a deal? The voice echoed in his mind and the room started to get darker for him as he drifted into unconsciousness "But i must... control myself... i can-cannot let you... c-c-consume... m..." Adda boy! Thank you for your soul if the dark prince was back in his body form he would have the most fiendish smile at that point.

The Prince was unconscious, and his chest was barely lifting and falling. sand grains lifted slowly off the ground and floated in the air, the prince's featureless face raised, eyes shut before opening wide. the were glowing a bright white in the darkness

(Sorry it had to be short, trying to clear up my schedule :0)

Lacey saw the bright white from the prince's eyes across the little hallway that separated their two cells. She had watched with horror as his eyes turned from a dark color in the shadows to a bright white. She whimpered and tried to shove herself further into the corner where she almost blended into the shadows if not for her dirty white dress.

"Wh-who are you?" She asked, clearly knowing this wasn't the prince she once knew long ago. She watched him from her corner, not making a single move other then breathing and blinking when necessary. (Sorry mine is short, I didn't have much to work with.)

(Hi guys )

Phoenix had been sleeping in a corner of Lacey's cell. It'd been days since she'd had a good rest, and had finally given in to the sweet relief of a nap. However, her eyes snapped open when the darkness she'd grown used to changed to a bright white glow. "What's that?" She asked Lacey, lifting her face from the cold, hard ground to sit up and be able to see better. She crawled towards the bars that kept them caged. "What happened?"

From across the cell she could distinguish the silhouette of a man. Strange, she hadn't noticed that before. Maybe because she'd been to busy imagining the worst scenarios happening to her there, or wondering if she'd ever get out.

"I-I don't know." Lacey said, wiping the tears from her eyes. She tried to compose herself now that she knew she wasn't alone in this cell. "H-his e-eyes just s-s-started g-glowing." She said nervously, scared of the thing that occupied the cell across from hers. When she got really nervous she'll start stuttering more and more, especially when she is frightened.

(Ugh, I hate how short this turned out. >_<)

"Look who's returned!?" The prince shouted as he raised a little from his chains, his lightly tanned body started to char black and crack, from each crack you could see a dim golden light. His facial features were the same but all of his skin was charred a dirty black, his lips were a an ash grey and the wall seemed to char from the heat his body produce during the change.

The Prince had a devilish smile for a moment "Dastan?... Were going to have some fun!" He smiled fiendishly then did a menacing laugh before lowering his head so that his eyes were fixed on Lacey's quivering body "I? Well I am the Prince, your beloved Dastan" That evil smile locked on his face "No angel... I... Am worse than your king!" he yelled before taking a deep gasping breath.
"B-But you're not m-me..." The prince said as the grin faded and the faint white glow of his eyes flickered

Pieces of spiked metal encircled the princes arm all the way from his right shoulder to the palm of his hand. One powerful tug of his left hand and the chain snapped easily "I am... N-Not you... Let me-G.. Go!" the prince was barely able to talk as he hung by his right hand. His black hair defying gravity as it pointed to the wet dirty ceiling.

The Prince was barely touching the floor, giving him the grip he kinda needed to slowly pull his body upside down then wrapped his legs around the chain so the pressure in his arm was gone and giving him the Ability to snap the chain in two. His body gave out on him as it turned back to normal from the charred black to a tanned brown. his eyes turning back to a light blue and his hair, a dark brown. He crash landed on his side and groaned, turning upright to face the ceiling, the cuts that he was riddled in seemed to have poofed when he turned back.

The spiked metal that circled his right arm seemed to be permanent. the Sand guard made it's way to him and roared as it bend over to him "What are you doing?!" Dastan asked wiping the sweat from his forehead. He punched the sand guard dead in the face and straightened up, swinging his right arm the spikes seemed to move in the direction of his palm until a spiked chain flew out. The chain wrapped around the Sand guard's neck and with a quick pull the head came clean off.

The prince fell to the floor, his body wasn't completely recovered. the guards keys slid to the girls' cell door.

Lacey whimpered as she heard the prince talk to himself and his body turning different colors. She shrunk further into the corner and ducked her head under her arm, leaving room for her to see out of. She watched as the prince turned back to his seemingly normal self and bring the chain out of his hand. When he took the guards head off, Lacey snapped. She screamed and wrapped her arms around her legs, oblivious to the guard coming into the cell.

Phoenix was standing now, she'd taken a few steps back when the prince started talking to himself, itching to walk to his cell and help him. It was clear there was something very wrong happening. Her hand flew to cover her mouth at the sight of the guard's head coming off his body. It made her sick. She looked away, at Lacey, who she thought was crying. The clink of the keys on the floor drew her gaze towards the bars again, and then down. "It'll be okay... Everything will be alright." She whispered mostly to herself as she reached to pick up the keys with shaking hands, keeping an eye on the prince.