Dust fought with himself, against himself, in his mind as he often slept. Two souls inside one body, two souls, forever entwined together to be the one hope and salvation for the Moonbloods. Who was he really?

Was he Jin? A young Moonblood who had threatened to take down the armies most powerful warrior, and save his people.

Was he Cassius? Comrade to General Gaius, and slayer of the Moonblood people, every last one. Save few who escaped down from the Mountains and to a Volcano.

He was both, and neither. Jin was good, Cassius was bad. Both souls existed, yet held no place within the body, no substance.

Dust was simply….Dust. Weilding the Blade of Arah, and fighting to save the few Moonbloods that escaped the crushing slaughter. To defend against the evil of Giaus who wanted to take over the world and enslave ever people.

Creating friends in all the right places, and doing his best to save and help people was the start of learning who he was. Dust's journey was a long and harsh road, but coming upon the remains of the former Moonblood camp in the Blackmoor Mountains, he found it. The knowledge he had been looking for.

Finding who he was, he didn't question it, or rather, he didn't want to. Doing his part to save people, and go down Jin's path was all he could do to stave himself in both mind and body from taking the darkness and covering himself with it, going down the path of blood and carnage Cassius thought of.

Dust saved and saved himself in a way, with being who he was, created from twin souls who should have rightfully died by each others hand in battle brought back to save and defend. In the end, he was a hero.