Spyro the Dragon: Shadows of the Past
By ValkierieDjermegandre
Disclaimer: I, the sacred being, Valkierie Djermegandre, still 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 III: Weaving the Final Dream
Chapter 3: The Final Farewell
Weeks passed since Spyrol reemerged; no one seemed to notice that Spyro was gone. In fact, life seemed to go one as if he never existed...for all except one. Elora was unsure; she was worried that something happened to Spyro. When Spira brought his real son back, Elora feigned happiness for him, but she was really worried and wanted to know what happened. Because of what happened in the Magic Crafter's home after Yotoi appeared, the dragons moved once again; returning to the recently revived Artisan home.
One balmy afternoon, Elora sat on the steps to the palace; she remembered Sparx said that he and Spyro used to live there with his parents, or rather guardians. She looked up at the cool gray skies and waited for the rain, but she was snapped out of her trance when she heard the palace doors opening behind her. The faun turned her head and saw Spira standing in the doorway; he gave her a soft look and sat beside her.
"...is there something wrong, Elora?" Spira said, in somewhat of a whisper.
"No, nothing's wrong with me...you look tired, Spira." Elora responded.
"Oh, it's nothing; Spyrol kept me up for most of the night; he's asleep now. That doesn't matter, however...let's talk about you."
"I already told you; nothing's wrong with me."
"You know, you can't lie to a god. I can sense the disturbance in your aura; something is troubling you."
"...Spyro. What happened to him?"
Spira was silent for a moment. He somehow wished he could avoid the question, but he knew that if she didn't know what happened to Spyro, she would be haunted by the thought forever. Spira took a deep breath and then turned toward Elora.
"Elora...do you know what a celestial mask is?" Spira said.
"...no, not really. What does that have to do with Spyro?" Elora said. She was annoyed because she thought Spira was dodging the question.
"Well, it's a special mask that every deity from Sakur has to wear when going to the mortal world. I don't wear one because my energy won't allow me to..."
"You're missing the point! I asked what happened to Spyro!!"
"Spyro never existed, you blind--" Spira immediately covered his mouth and calmed his raging aura. Elora stood up and looked him in the eye; her look was mostly filled with contempt.
"What...did...you...say? What the hell did you just say?!"
"...Spyro never truly existed. All he was...was a celestial mask that somehow took on its own existence. Spyrol happened to be wearing it when I sent him down here, but because he was asleep, the mask took his place and thought it was my son. I only kept calling out to him because I thought it would help to wake Spyrol, but..."
"...but, what?"
"But, it turned out I was actually feeding Spyro what he thought was the truth, so I had to go along with it until I could...get my son."
"You're lying. Tell me you're lying!"
Spira didn't respond. Instead, he stretched out his arm and a mask appeared in his hand. It was pure white and in the shape of a dragon's face. It was also scarred and had many markings upon it; they were made with blood. Spira looked at Elora with a sharp look.
"Like Seroth, I don't lie. Sadly, he wasn't far off when he called Spyro a false god..." Spira said. Elora was silent. "Don't take it so hard. This happens all the time."
"I can't possibly just except this. Spyro was...he was..." Elora said, through closed eyes.
"Was what, Elora?" came the voice of Spyrol. Elora turned around and looked at the golden dragon; he smiled at her with a very innocent smile. However, Elora looked at him with sorrow in her eyes and the shinigami stopped. "What's...wrong?"
Elora didn't reply. She just rose from her seat, bowed to the two celestial dragons, and left. Spyrol gave a curious look and then glanced at his father.
"What's wrong with miss Elora?" Spyrol said.
"...she misses your other...she misses Spyro." Spira slowly replied.
Spyrol gave a sad look than closed his eyes. His whole body began to resonate and burst with energy as Spyrol's moon eclipsed the sun in the sky. The baby dragon walked a few feet away from the palace and looked up at the moon as a shining ray of mixed dark and light energy shot at him; causing his body to change. He grew; his size was only two feet taller than an adult dragon. Six crystals shot out of his back; they were the same colors as the small gems on his tail. Sky blue, armored shoulder pads appeared on him and silver horns arched out of those shoulder pads. An armor plate of the same color of the shoulder pads presented itself on his chest and back and a green gem adorned the chest plate. Black and red armor also appeared on his theighs; they had incantaions on them. A lucid gem necklace materialized around his neck and a small mirror was attached to it. Four wings ripped out of his back, just between the two rows of crystals; two were white and two were black and they replaced his old wings.
His horns grew thicker and they were pulsing with energy. Spikes came out of his tail and his ankles were adorned with fins...the same appendages that Spyro's corrupt form had. In fact, Spyrol's form resembled Spyro's corrupt form in many ways except for the armor and color difference. This fact caused most of the other dragons around him to back away and give looks of fright; the shinigami was oblivious to the trouble his other had caused with his form. Spyrol trotted toward his father and the latter stared up in amazement.
"Hmm...it seems someone has caused some trouble in my guise...but, I guess it doesn't really matter." Spyrol said. His voice was considerably deeper and his demeanor, somewhat darker.
"Spyrol...that form..." Spira said.
"Yes, father...this is who I really am. When my other discovered his true evil, he unwillingly used my form to wreak havoc because he did not have a true darkness of his own. Than again, this form was meant for just that...but, I won't go into that."
"...why did you reveal that form here?"
"...I have a final duty to accomplish before I leave."
The falls in the Artisan home. Elora stood in front of the waterfall and was in kind of a trance. She remembered when Spyro showed her the hidden portal here and threw water on her face. The faun was well trapped in her memories until she heard thudding footsteps behind her. Elora quickly turned around and saw Spyrol; she narrowed her eyes at the sight of that form.
"That form...why did you take on that form?" Elora said. Spyrol narrowed his eyes.
"Hey, it's my form. My other just barrowed it for his own misdeeds...but, suffice to say, that's not what I wanted to speak about." Spyrol replied.
"I'm listening."
"Elora...those who stay trapped in the past will not be ready for the future. If you continue to let your mind drag behind your feet, you won't be able to live in this world of ours. I may be a god of destruction...but, I happen to know quite a few facts of life. I came here to help you put your memories to rest."
Elora was somewhat confused, but her mind found her again when Spyrol used the mirror on his necklace to transform. The shinigami used the Lucid Mirror to transform into the most precious thing in Elora's memories and that happened to be...
"S-Spyro?" Elora said.
"Elora, quit being an idiot and let me go!" Spyro said.
"What are talking about? I can't forget you!"
"I'm not saying 'forget me'; I'm saying let me rest. If you can't except the fact that I'm gone now...than neither one of us will find peace. Not to mention, something horrible will happen to you if you continue to dwell on the past."
"Spyro..."
"Let it rest. Let it all go. If I can't rest because of you, I won't be very happy."
"...ha, ha...you really did just call me an idiot."
"Hey, a goat like you needs strong encouragement."
"I'm a faun, you dork! Ha, ha...I guess I was being pretty foolish. Alright, Spyro...I'll let you go."
Spyro nodded and walked toward Elora. He gave her a peck on the cheek and disappeared, causing Spyrol to reappear. Elora looked up at the shinigami and her look said it all; she was free. Spyrol folded his arms and turned around; his sapphire hair covering his face as the wind blew. Elora walked around to his front and looked at the dragon.
"Thanks, Spyrol. You really helped me out." Elora said.
"Well...I couldn't possibly have that on my mind before I left." Spyrol growled.
"Left? You're leaving?"
"Of course. I'm going home. I can't stay here for my whole life; I stick out like a blue gnorc."
"Point taken. Well...I'll see you off a little later. How's that sound?"
"Do what you want. I won't stop you..."
At sunset, all of the dragons of the Artisan home and the elders themselves gathered around Spira and Spyrol. Most couldn't believe that the latter was the former's son, given the size and attitude difference, but they somehow bought it. Spira looked up at the sky; Spyrol's moon was bursting through the clouds. The elders stepped forward and Tomas spoke first.
"Thank you, dragonian god of creation, Spira...and his son, dragonian god of destruction, Spyrol. You have given us of the mortal world...unforgettable experiences indeed and taught us many lessons. The lesson to cherish what we have, the lesson to always be grateful to those around us, the lesson to hang on to our light..." Tomas said. Cho-Lei stepped up next.
"The lesson to mind our knowledge, the lesson to always keep on top of what we know, the lesson to never seek what we shouldn't know..." Cho-Lei said. Titan stepped forward.
"The lesson to always mind our strength, the lesson never to seek others strength, the lesson to never forget our superior's strength..." Titan said. Astor next.
"The lesson to be mindful of our past, the lesson to remember where we come from, the lesson to never let our past choose our paths..." Astor said. Elder Magnus spoke next.
"The lesson to always know what we face in life, the lesson to always handle our problems with maturity, the lesson to never be afraid to seek help..." Magnus said. Finally, Sensei spoke.
"And finally, the most important lesson of all...we must always remember the purpose for which any one of us was put on this planet. We must remember to be. And with that, is there anything the great ones would like to say before departing to the celestial realm?" Sensei said.
"Well...remember that everything in this world lives. Everything needs kindness and attention." Spira said. Spyrol looked at all of the dragons with a sharp look.
"Don't forget us...if you do, we'll know." Spyrol said.
After the gods spoke, a bell began sounding; it was coming from the Lucid Mirror. Spira gestured for Spyrol to walk forward and the latter did so. Spyrol drew Ultima out and it radiated with ethereal energy. The sword transformed into pure ether and settled on Spyrol's hands after which, the shinigami began to make gestures with his hands. Suddenly, the whole of the Artisan home began to quake and it was discovered that Spyrol was rending the very earth. The shinigami smirked and wrenched his hands apart, causing a huge fissure to open up in the ground. Spira told everyone to get back and they did, as Spyrol raised his hands and ether rose out of the fissure. That ether gathered and transformed into a huge ark; it resembled a dragon.
The ark was pure gold, like Spyrol, and it had large feathery wings on its sides. The ark's dragon whiskers made up the six oars, and its two combined wings made up the sail, which had Spyrol's mark upon it. Nine long tassles draped down from the ark's back area and resembled nine tails, each with a bell on the end. The wood that made up the deck was the sacred wood, emeraldine, and it glistened in the light of the moon. Spyrol roared and so did the ark, as a ramp extanded down from its side to let the two gods on.
"What..." Bianca said. Spyrol turned toward her.
"My father made it for me. It was so we could travel to different worlds, but I guess it found me here. It's called the, 'Eragon of the moon'." Spyrol said.
"Alright, let's go." Spira said.
He effortlessly boarded the ark without turning back and signaled for Spyrol to follow. Spyrol lowered his gaze and almost sadly walked toward the ramp; once he set his foot on the ramp his tail bursted into nine tails that resembled those on the ark; bells and all. Before he could get too far, however, he heard running footsteps; it was Elora. Spyrol turned around and Elora jumped at him; this action resulted in a kiss. Spyrol and Elora both cried silently as they held one another; Elora soon let go and wiped the tears from both her's and Spyrol's eyes.
"I'm certain we'll see each other again." Elora said, her voice still choked up.
Spyrol nodded and walked up the ramp and to the front of the ark; all the dragons started cheering and waving as Spyrol instructed the ark to lift. Snow fell off the bottom of the ark as it rose and Spyrol looked down at Elora as she looked at him. They waved "good bye" and the ark started to fly horizontally as Spyrol instructed it to do so. As the deities disappeared from view, Bianca and Hunter stood beside Elora.
"You okay?" Hunter said.
"Of course. It's not the last time we'll see them; I'm sure of it." Elora said, with a sincere smile.
"You think Spyro will be mad that you kissed Spyrol?" Bianca said. Elora punched her in the arm and then looked up at the sky.
"I'm certain he won't. Loving his other is the same as loving him."
"But, wait a minute. Now that I think about it, I still don't understand something."
"What's that, Hunter?"
"What happened to that dark wizard, Seroth?"
With that comment, the three friends looked at one another questioningly and they smiled as they looked on at Spyrol's moon disappearing. Before it disapeared completely, however, Elora's phoenix Suzaku, fell from it and landed in her arms. Elora had a gesture of confusion on her face until she noticed a tag attached to Suzaku's ankle...
"Keep an eye on him, will ya? I won't be responsible if you lose him again."
Signed, Mahare Seroth.
End Chapter Three
ValkierieDjermegandre: No, it's not the end, yet. I still have some loose ends to tie up.