Spyro the Dragon: Creation and Destruction

By ValkierieDjermegandre

Disclaimer: Sigh...hey! I still don't own Spyro or any related characters that appear in this story! They belong to their respective creators at Vivendi Universal! I own Spyro's god form, his powers and any original characters including, but not limited to, Atlas! I also own the scenario and not...much...else!! Rawwrr!! Okay? Okay.

Plot: Through time, there has always been one god who has been the object of fear; one who's right hand is chaos…who's left hand is destruction…who's very breath is pestilence. Creation and destruction will clash…as forbidden myth becomes black truth…

Notes: It's here! The next part in my Spyro the Dragon God saga, Creation and Destruction. Mostly inspired by my own need for another story to write and an answer to the requests for the next part of the saga (I'm looking at Draganta the Dragonlord and Nightmare King). Hope you like this too!

Book I: The Chaos God

Chapter I: Revenant

In the Artisan home, light snow fell from the balmy skies and that was all the incentive that the young dragons needed. The fields of the Artisan home were covered with snow and the young dragons took advantage of this in the most predictable of ways; building snowdragons, making igloos and pelting eachother with snowballs. It was a peaceful day that nothing could ruin, but one dragon was still on his guard.

He was white with black markings and incantations on his body that were shaped like lightening bolts. He had a long tuff of hair that resembled a behemoth's and that hair was many shades of blue. Two locks of hair dangled over his shoulders and a silver feather clip was attached to one of them; below the rings that adorned that particular lock. He had long claws and talons and a red band wrapped around his body that helped to support a sword sheath; it had serpent designs on it. His horns were jagged and sported an elegant gold color. Long dragon whiskers extended from his cheeks and black streaks went down his eyes. A large glass orb was apparent on the tip of his tail and it had a small flower inside. It was the dragon god of creation, Spyro. He lay on top of the roof of the grand Artisan palace, looking up at the calm, gray skies; he was definetely deep in thought.

"I wonder...if everything I've done up until now...everyone who's died for me...is justified...?" Spyro thought.

He thought back to memories of when Spira first died before his eyes...when Dark Dragoon died after speaking true of his own heart and not the corrupting darkness...when Spyrol died after sacrificing his own power to help Spyro...and most recently, Scion met his own death before the dragon god's eyes. Thinking back, Spyro wondered if there was a connection between the fact that Dark Dragoon, Spyrol, and Scion all met their deaths because they were named "God of Destruction"; he wondered if there was a true god of destruction or if it was a curse of some kind...

"You'll have to move sometime." came the voice of Tomas. The blue dragon elder walked up from behind Spyro, clearly appearing from the stairway that led to the roof.

"Yeah, I know...I'm just thinking..." Spyro replied.

"About?"

"Well, I was really wondering if there is a true god of destruction. I mean, everytime someone I knew named themselves of that title...they died sometime after."

"Of course, there's a god of destruction; there would be no balance in the world if there was a god of creation...without a god of destruction. However, it takes more to awaken an anima of darkness than it takes to awaken an anima of light."

"Really? Why is that?"

"...we shouldn't discuss this here. If you want to know, come by the dojo later. I'll see you later."

Spyro shifted his eyebrow as he watched Tomas walk off and then he shifted his gaze to the plains below. The dragon god was troubled that he was still thinking about all of this; after all, it's been nearly two years since Scion's death. He probably couldn't brush off the feeling that he had...the feeling that something terrible was on its way to his world once again. But then the dragon god chuckled to himself; he easily regained his confidence and laughed at the chance of any evil coming to his world. Spyro leaped off of the palace roof and began to walk toward the Dragon Dojo...but, then he saw something strange. Many small, white orbs were rising from the snow and gliding off into the distant skies, beyond the mountain range; they were souls. Spyro was slightly concerned, but figured he couldn't do anything about it. He continued his path to the Dragon Dojo as he also avoided getting hit by rouge snowballs...

Moments later, without questioning himself on how he could have just flew there, Spyro arrived at the Dragon Dojo. The snow-covered plateau lended a peaceful sense to the area around not to mention the presence of the dojo itself. Its amber columns and golden sculptures gave off an air of both confidence and authenticity, but whenever Spyro came here, there was one thing he just could not get past: the statue on the roof.

It was massive; if it were real, it would surely tower over most greater dragons. Chains stretched from its scarred body and many crystals and sword blades were stuck in its back. It wore armor and had long, seemingly powerful claws and talons. It had four horns on its head and a long neck from which spikes came out of. Runes covered its body and its four large wings set the tone of the dragon's greatness quite well. The wingspan was impressive; the real version's would probably be five to ten meters. Six, long dragon whiskers protruded elegantly from its head and wrapped around its body; each whisker had a bell on its end. It wore a collar that had an incantation engraved into it and trailed off into a scarf at its back. Unusually long ridges rushed along its back and down its long tail; the tail had to be anywhere from fifteen to twenty feet and it ended in a large crystal cluster. No matter how many times he looked at it, Spyro could never get comfortable with it being there; it was as if it was there to give off an intimidating air...but why would something so evil be on top of the Dragon Dojo?

The dragon god shook himself out of the trance that the statue had him in and made his way inside of the dojo as day was slowing turning into twilight...and the skies were beginning to roar...

Inside of the dojo, Spyro wasted no time in asking of Tomas' whereabouts. He was directed to a staircase leading to a large room that made up a whole second floor. The room was decked out in paintings, decorative carpets, and murals. The murals along the walls seemed to tell a story, but none knew what the story was. Spyro looked around the room and set his eyes on Tomas; the blue dragon elder was staring out the window as though he were expecting something. The white dragon carefully walked up to the elder, but before he could get within five feet...

"Hello, Spyro..." Tomas said. Spyro stopped moving and was a little apprehensive "I figured that you would come; your curiosity knows no bounds."

"Yeah...and it's gotten me into trouble more than once. That aside, why are you staring out the window like that?" Spyro asked.

"The meteorshower...the rain of shooting star souls...it is tonight, young master."

"The rain of shooting star souls?"

"It is said that this event happens when a volcano in a world parallel to our own erupts; the fireballs piercing the dimensional fabric and coming into our world...guised with a deep blue flame and white tail to appear as shooting stars."

"Wow...I never knew about that. Probably because when I was little, I would fall asleep before such an event happened."

"Hah, hah...indeed, young master. You know...it is also said that this day is the god of destruction's birthday..."

"Wierd. Why would a day as awesome as the day of a meteorshower be the birthday of a dark god?"

"There are actually beings out there who are very afraid of meteorshowers; mostly due to the possibility of a meteor smashing into something...or someone. Since ancient times, meteorshowers have not only been looked at as a night where everyone can make their finest wishes come true. They have also been personified as destruction's right hand. The four sage dragons tell of such an instance where a meteorshower of blood red heavenly bodies wiped out an entire village and set the land around ablaze...with the flames of chaos."

"...that's sad. Hey Tomas...what do you think the god of destruction would do on his birthday?"

"Hmm...I imagine he would spend it razing lands to rubble and causing massive floods and tornados, if not to delight in the sight of total chaos...or maybe, he would spend it alone in is home, sipping blood and sending spirits to eternal damnation..."

"That sounds just about right...do you really think that there is a parallel world over this one?"

"Yes, I do. And that world is probably home to the other dragon clan...the impure dragons."

"Impure dragons...oh yeah; I think Spira told me about that dragon clan..."

"Yes...they are called the Yokkurei dragons. They are thought as impure in comparison to us because of their nature to be...utterly savage. In battle, they rip the heads off of their enemies with their fangs alone and smash skulls with their tails. They also have no qualms ripping out vital blood vessles right from your body."

"...wow. Do they have magic abilities like us?"

"Of course. However, while we of the pure dragon clan study all types of schools of magic to help others and to defend ourselves when the time comes, Yokkurei study magic that is mostly meant to destroy their enemies...and only the truly greatest Yokkurei dare to master the Devil's Arts. It is thought that the god of destruction is a Yokkurei and thus is why he doesn't appear in our world's mythology too much."

"Interesting. So why were they condemned to another world?"

"I should think it's obvious. Our clans were thought to be too different...and we had quite a few civil wars with them, so the four sage dragons decreed to the gods that our races be seperated from eachother. Suffice to say, everyone was pretty happy with the decision, especially us pure dragons; we've no need for creatures as savage as Yokkurei. They who are no better than a high-class demon."

Spyro was impressed. He had never known that the Yokkurei clan was that bad. He figured they were just like his clan, only with different features, but that didn't seem to be the case. The dragon god began to wonder; what would it be like to meet one of these Yokkurei? If what Tomas was saying was true, than it probably wouldn't be very pleasant...but, what if there was just one of those Yokkurei that was different from the rest?

In another location, at tree made of solid crystal sat on a small islet floating in a cosmic scape. The tree had small lanterns attached to its branches and leaves made of translucent diamond that reflected the light of the burning sun that could be seen. From the stars, a dragon walked out from a large door and set his eyes on the tree; he was dressed in a black cloak, but his green eyes and red scales could be seen through the hood. He looked about Spyro's age and was about as tall as the dragon god, if not a little shorter. He closed his hood tighter and put one hand over his obviously beating heart as he walked toward the tree, but then a white light shined behind him and he flinched as he heard footsteps on the grass. The dragon that appeared was dressed in robes of blue and white colors and he himself looked very old, but wise. The dragon was white with blue stripes across his cheeks, blue eyes and long, silver hair along with a long beard of the same color. This dragon took a few steps toward the red dragon, but the latter didn't move an inch.

"What are you doing, young dragon?" the white dragon asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving..." the red dragon coyly responded.

"Leaving? For what reason?"

"I hate this place. I'm not wanted nor do I have any friends or family. Not to mention everyone who doesn't hate me...is afraid of me."

"You expect to find solice in the other world? By doing this, you defy the laws set forth by the great ones--"

"Who cares?! Laws have never done anything for me...nor do they truly have any hold on me!"

"Watch your tongue, young dragon; you still have many years ahead of you."

"What's the point in living them if I can't be happy?!"

"Don't fight against what you can't defy, A--"

"Don't...say...my...name. You'll screw everything up. Besides...who says I can't defy laws...?"

"You...you have them, don't you?! The scrolls?! The Grimoire?!"

The red dragon didn't respond. He just smirked under his hood and continued walking toward the tree. The white dragon, however, drew a staff from his own ether and fired a ray of energy at the younger dragon. The red dragon jumped to the side, than pulled a large tome from his cloak; the white dragon flinched at the sight of it. The grimoire had a crest on it that resembled two stars; one on top of the other. There was also a magic glyph under the star crest. On the back of the grimoire, there was an odd-looking seal that was composed of four swords pointing north, south, east, and west and small wings pointing in the corner directions. The red dragon removed the seal and cracked open the tome; waving his hand over it and then releasing a strong, dark wind from it. The elder dragon guarded against the attack and when the wind finally died, the red dragon was gone.

"...damn him. He mustn't travel to the other world with that book...or those scrolls. We must retrieve him..." the white dragon said. He put his staff away and walked away from the area...ignoring the black feathers that floated through the air...

That night in the Artisan home, the sky was sparkling with the meteorshower; shooting stars streamed across the skies, taking the wishes of many as they all ran towards the white mountain range. The white dragon god himself stood atop the roof of the Dragon Dojo and looked at the sky; Spyro found that his first time seeing a meteorshower was actually an interesting experience...but, then something caught his eye. One of the shooting stars was bigger than the others and it began to fall on a vertical path rather than spanning across the sky.

"Hmm? What is this?" Tomas said.

Soon after he said that, a white explosion emitted from the valley beyond the dojo. Spyro wasted no time in leaping off of the roof and making his way toward a cavern that led to the area, despite Tomas' calls. The white dragon god ran through winding and weaving caverns until he reached the other side: The Valley of White Roses. Spyro walked through the plains of luminescent flowers until he set his eyes on the deep blue and purple orb that sat in the middle of the field. Spyro shifted his eyebrow, but quickly drew his sword when the orb of darkness started to melt. Once it completely discipated, Spyro was surprised to see the red dragon that emerged from it.

The dragon was red with black stripes on his body; he also had two long dragon whiskers on each cheek. A single horn poked forth from his snout and the horns on his head resembled Spyro's. His hair was long and spiky; resembling a claw somewhat and it was white. Two locks of hair dangled over his shoulders and a devil wing clip adorned one particular lock below three rings. He wore a collar that had a bell attached to it and chains extended from that collar and restrained a large bag to his body that held many scrolls and a respectably sized tome was also restrained to his body via the same chains. His tail was long for his size; it seemed to be six to seven feet long and the ridges running down his back and tail were unnaturally long. He had relatively small wings and a silver necklace with a small pendant in the center. Spyro walked closer to the unconscious dragon and examined him from all sides; especially locking his eyes on the tome that the dragon carried.

"Wow...who is this? I guess I'll have time for questions later; right now, I should get him back to the dojo..." Spyro said.

The white dragon god threw the red dragon over his back and proceeded back to the dojo. Spyro questioned himself slightly; after all, he didn't know where this dragon came from, nor did he know if he was a threat or not. When the dragon woke up, would he be able to be trusted?

End Chapter One...next chapter, Brother...

ValkierieDjermegandre: That's the beginning. If you have trouble envisioning this red dragon, you can look at the image on my profile page.