Spyro the Dragon God: Final Story
By Rhah the Last Warlord
Disclaimer: I don't own Spyro or any related characters that appear in this story; they are owned by Activision Blizzard or whoever owns them now. I own the scenario, some characters, and the plot.
Plot: Spyro has always thought that he was a normal dragon born in the Dragon Realms. However, through many strange events that bring even stranger allies and enemies, a brand new story writes itself in his life…a story that will lead him to ultimately write his name in the history books for Eternity.
Notes: It's been a long time coming and it's finally happening. After looking over Shadows of the Past and XIII Scars, I finally realized just how badly written and retconned those two stories in particular truly are. So in light of that, in order to make myself feel better and provide a much more enriching experience for my readers, I have decided to redo all three stories and rebuild them into one epic. Of course, it won't just be a straight-up rewrite with grammar corrections, as you will soon see. Not much more to say here than please enjoy.
Story I: Shadows of the Past
Spyro had always assumed that he was born and raised in the Dragon Realms. Now, with the Shadow Realm reopening and old secrets coming to light that will change the course of his life, the Shadows of the Past seem to be closing in yet again…
Book I: Reviving the Darkness
Chapter Ø: Blank Pages – Child of Destruction
Author's Note: It may seem weird that the other story is still up, but I'm leaving it there at least until I get to Book II of this rewrite. I don't want to disrupt people who may still be reading that one.
It was a dark night with no clouds in the sky; many stars shone peacefully down in the dim blue sky. The location below the sky, however, was not so serene. It was an island far, far off the coast of the mainland of the Dragon Realms, surrounded by high, jagged rocks and rough seas. It was a place where even Gods wouldn't go without a good reason; in fact, considering the conditions, it was completely feasible that they wanted no one else to go there either. It was an island known as Obsidian Grave and the place didn't look much more hospitable beyond the natural barrier. There were ruins and tombstones everywhere, with an occasional fence or grating separating different sections of stones. Large crystals that shined black and purple colors ripped through the ground in various places and many ruins complemented the utterly desolate atmosphere. The rocks of the cliffs surrounding the general area were of deep blue hues and the grass on the island (wherever there was grass) was actually healthy and green.
A dark figure walked the cobblestone roads that carved through the many areas on the island. He was wearing a black robe with a large hood over his head; the hood completely obscured any vision of his eyes, especially considering that it was zipped closed at the front. The hood had giant ear-like ornaments woven on top of it and two giant red eye designs rounded out the rather disturbing look of the garment. A black hakama stretched down from the robe and was graced with white ropes tied into the sides of both legs. He also wore black shoes with white soles and carried a long, metal rod with a large crystal on its top end; the bottom end was graced by a twisting metal talisman. White hair stretched down from the back of the hood where an opening was and his fingers had claws on them. The being walked soundlessly through the maze of canyons and graveyards, until he reached a cavern that had a stone archway as its entrance. The man brought his hand up and unzipped his hood; he looked at the ancient script scrawled across the arch and smirked.
"Vacañusai Gate…ah, the beauty of the double standard of labeling; you can find it easily, but so can others." The man said.
He walked through and entered a dark cavern; there was absolutely no light, save for whatever the stars could provide through the many holes in the cave ceiling. The light reflected off of tiles on the ground and those tiles where a ghostly white-blue. The man walked for a while until he reached a large door that may have never been meant to be opened; after all, it was sealed with at least nine different types of locks, including chains, padlocks, mana locks, deadbolts and paper seals. Even with all of this however, a dark mist seeped continuously from around the frame. The man simply stared at the door…
"…Why not just put a knocker on it that says 'do not disturb'? It would carry the same significance." The man said, as he charged a magic spell with his staff. "Oh well…Akinai Liberae!"
The wizard swung his staff and a soft manifestation of light floated slowly toward the door until it expanded into a large sheet that covered the door frame. The sheet than closed again and took all of the locks with it, leaving a large crumpled sphere on the ground. He smirked and then walked through to behold what the door had been sealing. On a large pedestal in the back of the room was an egg…an egg that was larger than most other dragon eggs. It was a shining black much like the crystals outside of the cave and it had purple blotches on various places. The wizard smiled and walked up to the pedestal, taking the egg in his hands as he did; the object than emitted a strong hostile glow.
"Whoa there boy…calm yourself. I am no enemy; I will be the one to awaken you." The wizard said. The glow around the egg dimmed slightly. "Yes…you crave destruction? You crave chaos? I will allow you to satisfy those cravings…and more."
The wizard tucked his prize into the folds of his robe and exited the room, before dispelling his earlier cast spell to replace all of the locks on the door. As he reached the fields once more, he waved his staff around and caused a transparent platform to appear under his feet. The platform was stamped with a magic glyph. As he floated through the air, the man produced the dark egg and started caressing it with his clawed fingers.
"Now that you are in my position…I have yet more errands to run. But do not worry…soon, I will offer you a delicious soul for you to feast on…so you can terrorize the world as much as you feel…" the man said.
He glided off into the night sky, but back down on the island, another being clad in a robe of his own let a fanged smirk crawl across his maw.
End Chapter Zero. Next Chapter, A Hero's Introduction…
Rhah the Last Warlord: I'm getting that feeling again. Returning to one of my most beloved worlds is a great treat to me; I just hope I can share the joy through a more properly built world this time.