Spyro the Dragon: Shadows of the Past
By ValkierieDjermegandre
Disclaimer: I, the sacred being, Valkierie Djermegandre, do not own Spyro or any other related characters in this story. They are property of Vivendi Universal. I own some characters, the idea and the scenario…enjoy…
Book I: Reviving Darkness
Chapter 7: Truth of the Dragonian Past
Underwater, Spyro had quite a challenge on his hands. He was using every essence of his existence to keep Phyre from devouring him; he was using his body (his hands and feet) to hold open Phyre's jaws to prevent the spirit from devouring him or sinking his no-doubt poisonous teeth into the demi-god's scales; he was using his mind to hold up a sheild to prevent the poisonous water from entering or touching his body; and he was using his soul to keep his ether at its highest possible level so he could maintain his strength. Spyro looked all around for a way out of his very bad situation; no way out in sight.
"Dammit...this is not good at all..." Spyro thought to himself.
"Give up and fall to your inevitable fate!"Phyre said.
"Like hell!!"
Spyro pushed up with all of his might and succeded in making his position more managable, but Phyre wouldn't have that. The dragonian spirit released liquid tentacles from his back and they headed for Spyro. The demi-god cursed under his breath and finally pushed out of Phyre's grip, but his concentration faltered; causing his barrier to fizzle. Spyro moved quickly and avoided all but one tentacle's attack. Spyro took the sharp blow to his wing and a white essence seeped from it. Phyre followed and sent a blade of water from his trident to Spyro's other wing; the latter growled in agony as the former's attack ripped his wing. Spyro ignored the pain, concentrated all of his energy and transformed into his greater dragon form. Spyro smirked and looked back down at Phyre and, as he did, his eyes turned red and his body darkened to shade of black.
"Let's see how you like this! Despair Storm!" Spyro roared, with a booming and threatening voice.
Spyro charged up energy into his mouth and released it in the form of many bloody spinning scythe blades. Phyre wasted no time in rising out of the water and into the air, but didn't escape the attack. Phyre was cut up all over his body and let out a piercing roar of pain as spirit energy left his body. As if that wasn't bad enough, Spyro himself rose out the lagoon; the dark energy radiating from his body was complimented by the dragon's newly ripped wings. Spyro grabbed hold of phyre and sunk his fangs into the dragonian spirit's neck. Phyre let out another roar of pain and Spyro, having had most of his energy drained, unwillingly let Phyre out of his grasp and the spirit guardian's body crashed back down into the lagoon. Spyro himself reverted form completely and turned back into his normal, purple dragon form. He plummeted toward the ground below, but was saved by an expert catch by Elora; she looked mournfully at Spyro's broken body as the dragon himself was breathing quite heavily.
"Spyro...why must you always risk everything to be the hero...?" Elora whispered. Her sentiment was interrupted by Phyre rising back out of the water with a loud roar.
"AHHH!!!! Phyre's alive!!" Sparx yelled.
"Calm down...I won't attack you...the young dragon has liberated my soul from that evil..." Phyre simply stated. Everyone let out a sigh of relief and Elora gently layed Spyro on the ground. Phyre reattached his trident to his back and looked at Spyro.
"The young one is very brave...and yet his soul is tortured by the dark spirit...Seroth has really done it this time...messing with the gods..." Phyre said. He gritted his fangs at the last remark.
"Hey, Phyre...who exactly is Seroth?" Sparx asked.
"Seroth...he is a black wizard who plans to destroy all who share dragonian blood...he is a corrupt being from our terrible past..."
"From the past? Really?"
"Indeed. Only Seroth himself can tell you his secrets, for I know none of them. The only thing I know is that Seroth has his black eyes on Spyro...you must protect him from both Seroth and the dark emotions that rage inside of his very soul. We, the six...nay, five dragonian spirit guardians are not the only ones who are scarred from the past...Spyro is as well."
"Wait, wait, wait a second. Spyro the dragon, who's only been in existence for, what sixteen years, is scarred by the thousands of years old dragonian past?" Hunter said.
"We dragons have more, how you say, skeletons in our closets than you think."
"...right. Anyway, we need to get Spyro back to the Artisan home. I've never seen worse injuries on a dragon." Bianca said
"...I shall assist you. I will take you back to the Artisan home. Luckily, my body recovers from injuries much faster than that of normal dragons. Get on; we must move quickly."
Everyone hopped on Phyre's back with Hunter carrying Spyro and Phyre took off with no delay, back to the Artisan home's dragon dojo...
At the dojo, Spyro was layed down in a bed; the very same bed that he was layed in when he first encountered Spira. He was still unconscious and the elders could do nothing to wake him. Tomas slowly closed the door to the room and leaned his body onto the door frame and rubbed his temples. Sparx fluttered up to him and Tomas shook his head. Sparx dipped his head, but Tomas smiled softly.
"Don't worry; I'm sure he'll awaken soon." Tomas said reassuringly.
"...yeah, I guess." Sparx solemnly said.
"It sounds more like something is bothering you than it sounds as though you are worried for Spyro, young Sparx."
"Tomas...I know it's uncalled for to ask something like this, but...I need to know. During our flight here, Phyre said that the dragonian clan's past is stained with many dark secrets..."
"And you wish to know these secrets? Sparx, we dragons do not like to speak of our past needlessly."
"It's not needlessly, though! There's a secret about Spyro hidden in there somewhere...it may be the key to--"
Sparx's words were interrupted by the sound of screaming. Tomas, the rest of the elders and Spyro's friends immediately rushed into the room. When they did, they found a truly disturbing site. A black dragon that resembled the form that Spyro took during his battle against the Dark Behemoth (in looks and size) stood over the purple dragon and the latter had a look of pure fear on his face. The black dragon was crackling with dark energy and an aura around his body surged so energetically that it resembled a completely different, greater dragon. The dragon turned its hunched over body towards Tomas and the others and its red eyes turned thin and sharp like blades.
"The dark spirit!!" Tomas yelled as his staff charged energy.
"Mayura sono toku...aya sera vaira!! Nomora ieta sono kaos!!" the dark spirit roared. Its voice seemed to growl all around them and crackled due to the extensive amount of energy in the air.
Tomas fired off a large amount of magic energy at the spirit, but the energy just dissipated because of the large aura that surrounded the dark spirit. The look on the black dragon's face didn't falter as it raised its hand. A large concentration of dark ether surrounded its hand and Tomas immediately brought up a shield. The dark spirit thrusted its hand toward the group; nothing erupted from the dragon's hand except a seemingly harmless diffusion of energy, but that theory was soon dispelled as soon as the wall behind the group was blown out by a dark force. The dark spirit's hand was smoking with energy and it turned its gaze toward Spyro.
"Kero...issumon serue no Spyro taka...ahor notu mateyo." the dark spirit whispered, with a hateful glare in its eyes. The black dragon walked toward Spyro and disappeared inside of the purple dragon's body. Spyro still didn't stir and his eyes were completely white. Hunter ran over to Spyro and lifted the dragon's body.
"Spyro! Spyro! Come on, wake up!!" Hunter yelled. Spyro only responded with a feeble whimper and his body went slack as though...
"N-no...he can't be..." Sparx choked. Cho-Lei walked over to Spyro and put two of her fingers on his forehead.
"No...he's still alive. Something is wrong with his thought process, no...it's his ether." Cho-Lei said.
"Ether? Well, that explains why he reverted all the way back to his normal state." Astor said.
"What does ether have to do with Spyro's condition?" Elora asked.
"Because Spyro is leaving the mortal plain, he is also leaving our plain's laws of life and death. Gods don't need blood to survive; they need ether. They get it from the prayers of mortals or from godly weapons such as Spirayoma or Spyro's Adamatinacor; the first source is more common, however." Magnus said.
"So, unless his ether recovers..." Titan began.
"...he will never wake up." Sensei finished. Everyone dipped their heads in sadness, until a blue spirit floated into the room. It took form and Phyre stood tall over everyone else in the room.
"Phyre?!" Sparx yelled.
"I may be of some assistance. I will use my ethereal energy to enter Spyro's body. I will awaken him and feed my power to him." Phyre simply stated.
"But...what will happen to you? Won't you..."
"Young Sparx...I am not to exist in this time, regardless. You should fell no sympathy toward my death. I was born to protect Spyro...and that's what I shall do. Elders; tell Spyro the truth of his legacy as told by us guardians; he deserves to know..." phyre said, with a gentle smile. His form deminished into naught, but a small orb with the dragonian symbol of water engraved into it and the orb entered Spyro's body. No sooner had it done that, Spyro's pupils returned to his eyes and he sat up as though awakening from a nightmare. He looked around, confusedly.
"Man...what happened? Last I remember is fighting Phyre underwater..." Spyro said. Sparx fluttered up to Spyro and began circling his head and the rest of Spyro's friends ran up to him and started hugging/rubbing his mohawk. The elders, however, remained silent and stiff until...
"Spyro..." Tomas said. Spyro turned to him.
"What's up? Why do you look so glum?" Spyro said.
"I need to tell you something...about your true legacy."
"My true legacy? What's to know? My name is Spyro, I grew up in the Artisan home, and I'm on the road to becoming a god."
"No...'Spyro' is not you true name..." Cho-Lei said. Everyone and everything stopped. The atmosphere seemed to get thicker. Spyro's friends seperated from him and Spyro himself, jumped out of the bed and faced the elders.
"What...what do you that's not my name?" Spyro said.
"It means exactly what it says. Your name is not Spyro." came the voice of Seroth. Everyone turned their gaze toward the window and there sat Seroth. He had a book tucked under his arm and a dark smirk on his face.
"Seroth. What do you want?" Tomas plainly said.
"I wish to tell Spyro his story; seeing as I have the tome which contains the story." Seroth responded.
He jumped off of the window and cracked open the tome, releasing a purple mist and preparing to release a tale that would change Spyro's life...and possibly his mindset...
End Chapter Seven
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