Spyro the Dragon: XIII Scars

By ValkierieDjermegandre

Disclaimer: We've been here before. I don't own Spyro or any related characters that may appear in this story. I own Spyro's god form, his powers, and any original characters including, but not limited to, XIII. Anything that doesn't belong to me may belong to Vivendi Universal or some other generic game producer or mythology. I think that's it for now.

Plot: Pieces of one are never forgotten. A soundless dragon torn asunder, his fragments in sacred armor, with a body of a castle; discarding his face as he is bound between dimensions. The dragon god of creation will confront this being...falling deep within his thirteen scars...

Notes: Sequel! After seeing how many readers enjoyed my Shadows of the Past story, I began thinking about this sequel and here it is. I'll try my best to make this story as good as its predecesor. I'll be taking any character requests for this story, as long as they're reasonable. If you want your favorite Spyro character or original character to fight alongside (or against) the white dragon god himself, send me a personal message (PM) or a review, containing the details of the character and the position you'd like he/she to be in. Now that we're clear on that...it's time to raise the curtain!

Scar I: How It Begins...

Author's Note: Although the chapters are called "scars", this doesn't mean that there will be only thirteen chapters.

A large hunk of armor lay in a barren, snow-covered land; a ruined village was in the same area. Blood covered the ground and the falling snow flakes didn't at all cover it. The sky was a dim gray, but was jet black in most parts and silver lightening shredded through the atmosphere. Below, the blood seemed to be thinning around the armor and when it was all gone, an unusual aura seemed to appear around the steel; something was rising. Red eyes gleamed in the helmet portion, though no face was present. A dark aura ravaged across the area as a door opened in the distance...


Meanwhile in the Artisan home, a severe storm was raging. The sky was covered with jet black clouds and trees were pushed so hard that it seemed as though they would rip out of the ground any second. The rain pelted down like bullets and were accompanied by unusually frequent bolts of lightening and thunder claps. All of the dragons had to be huddled into the Artisan palace in order to ensure safety, but one dragon looked out the window in utter contempt.

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. He turned around toward the crowd and a pink dragon with a heart pendant walked up to him.

"Are you okay, Spyro?" Ember asked. Spyro closed his eyes and turned back to the storm.

"No, not really. This storm...it's no normal hurricane..." Spyro mused.

"What do you mean?"

"...If this were any normal storm, I'd be able to stop it myself, but..." After that statement, Spyro drew his divine sword, Adamatinacor. Its hilt was a circular design with a single slash mark going through it to act as the handle. Four blue dragon wings rose from the blade and a large blue crystal was embedded in the hilt. The blade itself was made of pure adamant and was translucent. "The divine power of niether myself nor Adamatinacor is having any effect."

"...so...what do you think it is?"

"It is most likely a storm caused by either dimensional disturbances or a high amount of dark ether countering Spyro's holy ether..." Tomas said, as he walked up behind the two dragons.

"Tomas...what do you mean by dimensional disturbances?"

"A beast that was most likely sealed away in another dimension may be trying to break through...and only one can be capable of rending the fabric of our world to this extent..."

Before Tomas could finish his sentence, however, a strong tremor shook the palace. Lightening struck the ground itself, setting the grass ablaze with purple flames and sometimes opening fissures in the ground. Spyro traced a magic incantation with his claw and struck the ground with his hand; covering the palace with a divine barrier. The dragon god himself, however, took off through the door and into the storm, ignoring Ember's cries for him to stop. The dragonian god stared up at the sky as he ran through the plains, being careful not to drop into a fissure.

"Can't even enjoy a full year of peace, it seems..." Spyro growled as rain pelted his face.

Spyro's aim was to reach the highest hill and see what was going on in the skies, but before he could do that, a powerful earthquake struck near him. Spyro immediately took to the skies and he was shocked as he watched the land be torn asunder by the massive tremors. A large fissure began to open in the ground, spewing purple flames as it opened. Once the fissure completely opened, the ground around it collapsed and Spyro saw quite an unbelievable sight.

A grand dragon-like beast flew out of the fissure and took some of the ground with it. Its body was smoking with white mist and a strong draft was kicked up as it flew past Spyro. Its body was completely cased in armor except in some sections where its black scales and white belly and underside could be seen. The armor was white with blue markings upon it and magic glyphs of many colors were visible on its massive body. The creature's structure was built like a castle; there were towers attached to its theighs and arms and the ridges on its armored tail looked like battlements. Its claws and talons were short, and thick, dark gold crystals were jutting out of its back. The tail was quite long; around eight to ten feet and had a large axe on the end. It wore a helmet that showed only its ruby red eyes and its lucid, jagged horns. Radiant white hair flowed gracefully from the back of its head and from the towers on its thieghs and arms. A long string of gold and silver rings stretched from a large black ring around its neck and blade-like appendages arched from its heels. Finally, its wings were much different than any normal dragons; its wings were made of pure ether and they took the shape of six angelic, feathery wings that were the same color as the crystals on its back. Spyro definetely could not believe what he was seeing.

"What the hell?!" Spyro exclaimed. The grand dragon glared at him as it flew by and at that point, Spyro noticed others coming out of the fissure.

There were four of them and they each wore a white robe with black scarfs and red markings. Each one wore its hood, but they didn't cover their faces; something else did. Each individual wore a distinct mask; a dragon mask, a wolf mask, a serpent mask, and a phoenix mask, respectively. They seemed to be chasing the armored dragon.

"You won't escape..." one of the cloaked beings said. At that point, they all released beams of energy from their hands and they all struck their target. The dragon roared in pain and began to lose its altitude. Before it could hit the ground, however, it swung its mighty tail and struck the ground. This action caused a large dimensional tear to appear and the dragon dropped through, followed by the four beings. Spyro landed and stared at the ruined area.

"...what in the name of...?" Spyro whispered. The dragon god narrowed his eyes and then began to walk through the plains back to the palace...having all prior thoughts about peace being erased in the process...


A void as dark as space. A golden dragon was floating through the darkness, his body seemed to be robbed of most of its features given that dust was floating from different places on his person...places that seemed to have parts missing. His eyes were devoid of life and expression and six elemental orbs circled his body. Suddenly, a deep growling sound was heard and the dragon woke up; it was revealed that he was Spyro's alter ego, Spyrol. The golden dragon got to his feet as best as he could given that he was floating and looked around intently; he saw nothing. Spyrol kept silent; listening for that awful noise again...but, instead he got a much more terrifying roar.

The same dragonian creature that Spyro witnessed appeared before Spyrol. It looked at the shinigami with its intense, crimson eyes and bared its fangs as it opened its maw. Spyrol couldn't move; his body felt like stone. His pupils shrunk in disbelief as the huge armored dragon blew its purple flames on the former; causing him to be thrown away. Spyrol let himself float; he just didn't have any strength in his body and its not like he could move. His position kept his eyes from the horrific sight...the sight of the armored dragon devouring him...

Spyro's eyes flashed open and he let out a slight scream. He looked around his room like he expected to find something; he found nothing and let out a sigh of relief. Spyro couldn't shake the feeling that he had...like something bad was going to happen. However, he somehow forced himself to go back to sleep...not noticing his Ultima sword in the corner of the room crackling with white lightening...

The Next Day...

Between the time of Spyro's return to the palace and when everyone awoke the next morning, the storm had dissipated and the elders and adult dragons looked over the damage to their home. In the palace, meanwhile, Spyro sat on a bed while looking out a window. He couldn't concentrate on helping with the repair of the Artisan home; his mind was too focused on that armored dragon...and those strange beings.

"Brooding, are we?" came the voice of Sparx. Spyro turned around and the young dragonfly was in his face; just like always.

"I'm not brooding..." Spyro said.

"Are you kidding? You're staring at that window like it just smacked you or something. What's up?"

"I saw...something strange last night...I think what I saw was the cause of that massive hurricane and the earthquakes."

"...what was it?"

"I don't know. It looked like a dragon, but its body was completely covered in armor..."

Sparx was confused given that he didn't know what the beast could have been either. The two companions sat in silence for a few moments until they heard the clacking of talons on the stone floors. Spyro looked toward the door and the blue elder, Tomas appeared in the archway. Spyro smirked and turned his gaze back to the window.

"You always come up at the most convenient times, don't you Tomas?" Spyro said.

"Is there something you need to ask me?" Tomas mused.

"Yeah...what was the name of the beast that you said had the power to distort dimensions?"

"...why do you need to know this?"

"Because, I saw a very unusual dragon last night..."

"Unusual? What did it look like?"

"Its body was black and its underside was white. It was covered in armor and its body was like a massive castle, with towers attached to its body in some places. It had radiant white hair and...and I couldn't see its face at all..." Once Tomas heard that last part, he dropped his staff in a gesture of horror. He put his fingers to his forehead and picked up his staff.

"Oh no...it can't be..."

Spyro raised an eyebrow, but his face melted into one of worry when he caught sight of the clouds darkening and swirling in the sky. Both Spyro and tomas dashed out the door and down the hall; Sparx following shortly afterward. The white dragon swung the door open and he, along with Tomas, told every dragon to get far away from the area. The two dragons looked up at the magic glyph forming in the center of the clouds and moments later, the armored dragon pierced through the sky and what looked like glass shards followed it. White lightening was coursing around its body and it shot the energy at random places; seemingly unpurposely. It swooped down over the area and touched down just behind Spyro and Tomas. Its landing shook the ground and the beast itself glared at Spyro.

"What is this thing?! Is it a dragon?!" Spyro said as he drew Adamatinacor.

"Yes, it is a dragon...a beast that was sealed between dimensions...the faceless wyrm, XIII..." Tomas said.

"XIII? Like the number?" Sparx said.

"Indeed. Why has he returned..."

"It doesn't matter! This...thing threatens us, so it must die!"

"Spyro! Don't!"

Spyro jumped at XIII and swung his sword releasing a storm of energy at the greater dragon; the latter simply used its wings to shield itself from the attack. XIII then reared back, drawing in air as he did so, and released a stream of his purple flames; Spyro stabbed Adamatinacor into the ground and shielded himself in an orb of adamant. The purple flare circled Spyro and started to pierce through the adamant; Spyro was amazed. Thinking quickly, Spyro broke through his shield and avoided the flaming stream, taking flight as he did so. The white dragon held his sword horizontally and swung it; releasing a wave of adamant at XIII. The greater dragon lept into the air away from the storm and released more flame toward the dragon god; XIII's attack singed one Spyro's wings as he tried to avoid it. The dragon god touched down and gritted his teeth.

"Dammit...so is that all this bastard does...?" Spyro growled.

"No...I doubt that. He probably isn't releasing his full power...either that or something's wrong..." Tomas mused.

"Oh well...I'm still gonna take him down!"

After that statement, Spyro went for the hilt of Ultima, but as soon as he touched the sword's handle he was shocked by white lightening. Spyro was quite confused, but he refused to release the sword...until it was just blasted out of his hand by the force of the lightening. Ultima embedded itself into the ground and began to smoke with white mist. The white dragon began to run up to the sword, but XIII stopped him by grabbing the blade himself. As soon as XIII touched Ultima, the sword shattered into fragments and reformed as a new blade to suit XIII's size.

The handle was the same as it used to be except "XIII" was enscribed in it and a long trial of white fabric was flailing from the end. The hand guard was made of large silver feathers and the blade extended from what looked like a dragon's maw. The top horizontal half of the blade was black and the bottom half was silver; the structure of the blade was odd because it seemed to be segmented. Each segment's end had a fang that grew longer as the blade went on and each of the thirteen segments had a gem of a different color embedded in it. XIII looked down at Spyro and narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell?! That bastard just stole my sword...or Spyrol's sword!" Spyro roared.

"Or was it his sword to begin with...?" came a voice.

Both Spyro and XIII looked toward the palace and a giant mask appeared; it flipped around and revealed one of the cloaked beings that Spyro saw along with XIII. The one that appeared wore a mask that looked like a wolf's face. The being began to walk toward the dragons, until it stopped just short of XIII's foot.

"Who are you?!" Spyro demanded, as he pointed his sword toward the being.

"Wow, how polite. I can't believe you are a god...you barely fit the qualifications...not as well as good old XIII, here." the being said, patting XIII's talon as he said this. His voice revealed him to be a young male, about 7 years of age.

"I said tell me your name! I won't ask you again!"

"Spyro...be careful. This is no ordinary being." Tomas said.

"You're Tomas, aren't you? XIII talked about you a alot! He seemed pretty spiteful too...right, big guy?"

"What exactly do you know about this beast called XIII?!"

"Geez, questions, questions, questions! Are you a god or an interigation expert?"

At that point, Spyro couldn't take anymore and he lunged at the cloaked child with a horizontal slash, but the latter jumped far back and landed on the flat part of the roof of the palace. At that point, the dragon's opponent removed his mask and his body was engulfed in a blinding dark blue light.

When the light finally dissipated, Spyro's opponent had transformed into a wolf. His fur was white as snow with black markings and blue patches of color in assorted places. The fur going from the mid-sections on his legs and down to his paws was pure black and blue, fabric-like ornaments extending from the backs of his paws. His claws and talons showed and they were quite long, along with his ears. He wore a rosary with black beads; the one in the center of the necklace was bigger than the others and had a magic glyph enscribed into it. Thick, gold strings ran out from the back of the rosary; they looped around in a figure-8 and the ends chased around to the wolf's back. His tail was long and resembled a calligrophy brush with fur that cirled to look like puffs of wind and four other tails that had bells on their ends. He had a large triangular gem on his head and small devilish wings on his ears. Finally, a long rush of hair flowed from the back of his head and his eyes were a cold blue. He let out a howl and looked at Spyro aggressively.

"What the hell...?" Spyro said.

"I'm Fenrex, the sacred wolven of Vanguard. Your challenge has been accepted...and now you shall be purified!" Fenrex growled. Spyro set himself into a battle ready position and knew that this was going to be the start of something more...

Blood Drawn From Scar I

ValkierieDjermegandre: So, what'd you think? If you want me to keep going, I'll keep going.