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 10: On the Divine Road
At Seroth's lair, a loud crash sound was heard. The dark wizard's fist was firmly embedded in the wall in front of him and he clutched his staff with just as much fury. It seemed as though all of the anger he was suppressing was released and he took it out on the wall. After pulling his hand from the wall, Seroth turned around and ran his hand through his silver and black hair and he looked very composed for a few seconds.
"...dammit...this is not going as I planned...Spyrol wasn't supposed to exist outside of Spyro's body. They were supposed to...well, I can still have them both; in one, preferably." Seroth said, breathing heavily as he spoke. The dark wizard walked up a spiral staircase with a disgusted look on his face and when he reached the top, he set his eyes on an orb with black flames circling inside of it. Two red eyes pierced the darkness of the flames and locked on Seroth.
"Yes...I still have this...the dark spirit, Lucid. When Spyro bit me that day, I immediately extracted the dark spirit from his body...Lucid was able to feed on Spyro's soul very well. Now he almost has enough energy to truely exist on his own." Seroth said. He picked up the orb with his hand and heard an audible growl that shook the room.
"You want to be released? Okay, I'll let you spread terror...it will be a great way for me to see your power...Lucid; the void of eternity. A dragon who's power rivals that of the cosmos...I doubt that Spyro could resist you even if he's at full power."
Seroth took the orb into his arms and began to caress it just as he did with the dark egg. A wicked smile creased his lips as he walked toward the door and headed back down to his crystal ball...
Meanwhile, at the dragon dojo, Spyro's friends were very confused. Ember told them of what happened between Spyro and Seroth and about the awakening of Spyrol. Each one of them scratched their heads with confusion, including the purple dragon himself. Spyrol seemed to transform back into Spyro when Ember entered the dojo and the purple dragon was thinking very hard.
"This doesn't make any sense. When Spira died, he told me that I'm his reincarnation and that I'm supposed to be a god, so I thought that I was his son...but, the celestial dragon, Spyrol, is his actual son and somewhat of his heir. There are definetely some pieces missing from this story...Seroth didn't tell the whole thing." Spyro said.
"Well, of course not. There are no perfect records on the celestial dragons or the celestial plain of Sakur. The only perfect records that existed were written by the celestials themselves, but those records were lost eons ago." Magnus said.
"Well, nothing can be just lost forever and have no reason behind it." Elder Sensei began, "Someone may have either destroyed the records or have them hidden somewhere, because if they were lost for no reason than I would definetely know."
"This is a very vexing puzzle...but, I think that there may be a solution." Elder Tomas suggested. Everyone was all ears at that point."The dragons in the Magic Crafters home are very wise and know much about ancient legends. They should know something about the records, but..."
"Don't worry," Spyro interrupted, "I'll take care of it. I've realized that I have to protect the dragon realms, even if I'm not from here. Those shadow monsters will regret the day they ever came to the dragon realms...but first, I have to go see someone. Follow me, guys."
Spyro ran out of the Dojo, of course not without saying a quick thanks to Ember. His friends, including the pink dragon herself, followed him north toward the Yure Shrine...
Spyro led his companions through the Yure Shrine and after a short time, they came to the back of the Shrine. Spyro was quite confused; the small pond from which the voice spoke to him now held a large tree with blue leaves, a stripped trunk, and a large vine curling around said trunk. He walked up to the tree and sat in front of it; the huge display of plant life seemed to mesmerize him as he stared at it. Spyro than noticed that a blue and white mist was seeping from the tree's leaves, and he reached up and his hand responded.
"...ether?" Spyro quietly said to himself.
"That's right, inquisitive one." Came the same voice. Spyro's friends readied themselves for battle and Spyro chuckled to himself.
"I wasn't expecting you to still be here, given the tree is--" Spyro began.
"No, I'm bound here until further notice...what happened to you?"
"Something happened in the Peace Keeper's realm and--"
"And you lost your divinity. I've never known that to happen before, than again, I guess I didn't because you didn't."
"...right."
"I may be able to restore your divinity...but..."
"But, what?"
"But, you must offer something to the Forsone Tree."
"Offer something...okay, I'll offer something..."
Spyro walked closer to the tree and reached his hand up to his mohawk and took off the silver feather clip that he wore. The clip was the same one that Spira left behind in his death. Spyro looked at the silver feathers and they reflected his image, which he also stared deeply at before he set it down in the water in front of the tree. He looked up at the tree and gave a somewhat solemn look.
"...do you really want to give that up?" the voice questioned. Spyro nodded slowly.
"Yes. As much as I really don't want to, it's the only thing that I have that is actually worth offering; I don't have any gems on me and I really don't want to offer something like my soul. Besides, I'm sure Spira wouldn't mind..." Spyro said. His voice dropped and he hunched over upon pronouncing that last sentence.
Once Spyro finished speaking, the feather clip disappeared and the familiar divine wind whipped up around him and, once again, he began to change. The only difference in his form was that his mohawk grew out into a large and long tuff of hair that somewhat resembled a behemoth's because of how it went down his back. Two locks of hair dangled over his shoulders and the silver feather clip was attached to one of them, below the three rings that also adorned the locks. Spyro opened his red eyes and also beheld that the markings on his body were now shaped like lightening bolts.
"There you go...again. Try not to lose it this time." the voice said.
"Wait...you let me keep the feather clip?" Spyro asked.
"Indeed...it would be wrong to take such a precious item away from you...besides it may come in handy."
"Thanks. Alright guys, let's--"
Spyro's sentence was cut off by the sight of his friends sleeping. The white dragonian god half-closed his eyes and roared loudly. The group of five immediately awoke and the heroes walked out of the cave; where Spyro transformed into his greater dragon form and flew off toward the Magic Crafter's home...
The sight that met them was a very unpleasant one. The magic Crafter's home was a complete wreck. Any homes that were there were demolished and most places where Spyro could recall trees being there, nothing was there except an ominous purple liquid and dragon skulls. Large rock formations were also destroyed and the dragon tribe's magic library was completely destroyed; it looked like it had been crushed. A thick miasma coated the air and the heroes were taken aback by the destruction.
"Whoa...this area is..." Spyro choked out. The shock of the sight pushed the thought of reverting his form out of his mind.
"Come on...the more time we waste the more we give our enemies." Hunter said.
They pushed on and Spyro reverted his form and followed. They walked through the caves and looked around as they went; the area that followed the caves looked as though a huge earthquake had struck. The land was totally razed and huge fissures had opened in the ground; spewing miasma into the already tainted air.
"...no dragonian spirit would be responsible for this destruction." Sparx said.
"A dragonian spirit? No...the all powerful spirit of darkness, yes." Came a very familiar voice. The group turned around and Seroth hung upside-down from a stalagtite that hung from the cave mouth. He lept down from his perch and landed in front of Spyro. He looked at the dragon and smirked.
"My, my Spyro...you look like a behemoth." Seroth taunted. Spyro took a swipe at him with his claws, but Seoth jumped over him and landed on a section of razed earth, pulling an orb with black flames inside from his robe.
"What did you say about the spirit of darkness?!" Spyro roared. Seroth smirked once again.
"Lucid is a very picky beast. I thought he would want to remain in your body so that he could feast on your soul, but he had different plans. I immediately pulled him from your body that day you almost ripped my arm off." Seroth explained. He removed part of his clothing to show off the huge bite scar that Spyro gave him. "Now that he has ripped the energy from this land, Lucid can finally meet you, Spyro."
Spyro gave a soft "oh, no" and witnessed Seroth toss the orb into the air and, as it sailed through the air, black flames erupted from the orb. The flames formed the body of Lucid and the dark spirit crashed down in front of Spyro on all fours; it was apparent that he was bigger than Spyro. The white dragon stepped back a few steps and looked at Seroth.
"You..." Spyro began.
"Asshole? bastard? Devil, maybe? We could go through this thousands of times Spyro and I'll give you the same answer; I'm not interested in your anger right now. I just want to see you sweat." Seroth retorted.
As soon as he finished his sentence, Lucid let out a grand roar that was much more powerful than Spyro's and took a savage battle position as the dark aura flared from his body...
End Chapter Ten
ValkierieDjermegandre: Just wanted to give you this chapter before I go back to school. I'll try my best to keep updating.