Spyro the Dragon: Creation and Destruction

By ValkierieDjermegandre

Disclaimer: Sigh...hey! I still don't own Spyro or any related characters that appear in this story! They belong to their respective creators at Vivendi Universal! I own Spyro's god form, his powers and any original characters including, but not limited to, Atlas! I also own the scenario and not...much...else!! Rawwrr!! Okay? Okay.

Plot: Through time, there has always been one god who has been the object of fear; one who's right hand is chaos…who's left hand is destruction…who's very breath is pestilence. Creation and destruction will clash…as forbidden myth becomes black truth…

Notes: It's here! The next part in my Spyro the Dragon God saga, Creation and Destruction. Mostly inspired by my own need for another story to write and an answer to the requests for the next part of the saga (I'm looking at Draganta the Dragonlord and Nightmare King). Hope you like this too!

Book III: Dawn of Eternity

Chapter XXXIV: Beginning

Spyro found himself standing on a large arc that was tearing through the skies of many realms. The ark was pure gold, like a familiar Shinigami from long ago, 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 that same Shinigami's mark upon it. Nine long tassels 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 that reflected from the clouds. The dragon God was joined by a fairly large party, but that was logical considering what occurred at the temple…

"Okay, calm down, my son…" Spira said, settling his son. "If we're going to bust through to take down Hinarious, we're not going to be able to do this alone."

"Yes…" Yokurious agreed, "Our enemy has more than likely set up a fairly large stronghold for us to get through, thus we will have to assemble our allies."

"I already told Agni, Fenrex, and Vatis to join us in the Dream Weaver's Realm where we'll be taking off from." Rhatara said, "It would also be helpful if you, the elders of the Dragon Realms, would join us in this assault."

"We would be honored."Tomas said.

"Yeah…I'm more than willing to participate in a grand battle that'll end in our Gods kicking some demonic ass!! And I would love to participate in that ass beating!!" Titan proclaimed, smacking his fists together.

"I'm, of course, going to do what I can. I'll see if I can get the Spirit Guardians to lend us a hand too. And I'll also have to send a message to someone else who'd be willing to lend a hand." Spira said.

"You don't mean…!" Spyro exclaimed, smiling a bit.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure that Seroth would be more than happy to help us out." Spira said.

"Man, and I remember the days when I couldn't stand to hear his name…augh, I just remembered when he kissed me!!" Spyro said, wiping his maw.

"Ha, ha…well, it was an exorcising method!" Spira said, while laughing.

"Well, all this laughter and merriment is great, but how are we even supposed to get to Nirvana?" Atlas growled, crossing his arms.

"Easy, well sort of. I can just use the arc, 'Eragon of the Moon' that I originally made for Spyrol." Spira explained.

"I thought that thing had crashed in the Hall of Redemption." Spyro said.

"I've been busy between that time and now."

"Yes, but in any case…in order to get to Nirvana, we must pass over the Final Frontier of the Spirit Realm, being the Sea of the Dead. The energy there is so dense that not even Master Spyro's or Atlas' greater dragon forms could get through safely." Yokurious said.

"That is precisely why Elders Cho-Lei and Astor will put up a special barrier while we are traversing the sea." Rhatara chimed in.

"I think you all are forgetting one potential ally…" came the greatest voice of them all.

All of the dragons in the room looked toward the doors as they came open and the Supreme Judge strode into the room. He had his arms crossed and a serious look about his face. Spyro was somewhat nervous while Atlas let a cruel scowl creep across his maw. The bishōn strode forward and everyone bowed accordingly, except for Atlas.

"You're going to help us, Lord Djermegandre?" Spyro asked.

"…Heh…" Djermegandre uttered. He reached down and put his hand on Spyro's head, letting his look soften, "Of course, I'll help you. Like you all, I want to do whatever I can to make sure that Hinarious is put in his place. Plus, I'm pretty sure that he is still holding my younger brother, Terra. I must rescue him before Hinarious can do any more damage to him."

"Feh…we probably won't need your help anyway…" Atlas scoffed.

"Atlas! Don't mind him, my lord…" Spira said, giving Atlas a sharp look that the God of Destruction returned.

"Hmm…I see your hatred of me has returned, young God…" Djermegandre said.

"Well, Atlas is the very embodiment of negative emotions…but nevertheless, we are honored to have you with us, Milord…" Tomas said.

"Tomas, you are so tightly wound…"

"Alright, everyone should get themselves as ready as they possibly can. We meet tomorrow morning in the Dream Weaver's Realm. Bring your strongest weapons…and your most solid resolve." Spira said.

And thus, everyone was assembled on the arc that had once belonged to the Shinigami, Spyrol. There were many airs that were stirring around the boat; air of confidence, air of doubt. Air of certainty, air of fear. The white dragon God looked across the boat at the many faces that were gathered. Cho-Lei and Astor were at either the west end or the east end of the deck holding up a barrier, Titan and Sensei stood near the back looking out for any pursuers. Magnus stood at the top of a center tower looking on ahead, while Seroth stood at the wheel with Spira by his side. Atlas stood on a side of the deck by himself and the A.X.I.S Organization stood on a higher portion of the deck conversing with one another, no doubt strategizing. Yokurious wandered the boat aimlessly, seemingly restless, and the Supreme Judge occasionally assured him that everything would be fine.

Spyro wanted to agree, but he admittedly had a few hairs rising on the back of his neck as well. He wasn't sure of how powerful Hinarious truly was or if he and Atlas were ready for him outright; to tell the truth, Spyro knew that he said those things back at the temple because he wanted to instill confidence in everyone else. Looking at Atlas, Spyro figured that he shouldn't panic. Nevertheless, he needed to be sure so he strode over to the God of Destruction.

"Atlas…?" Spyro started. Atlas cracked one of his eyes open and smirked at Spyro.

"What's up? Need to discuss a battle strategy?" Atlas said.

"No, I just needed to ask you something."

"Oh…well, what is it? If you're gonna ask me to hold your hand the whole time through, I'm not gonna."

"Nah, I'm bigger than that. I was wondering if you were nervous in any way."

"Do I look nervous? Honestly Spyro, I'm pumped…and Twilight's not even the one talking to you. I just hope that when we get in there, he'll be able to distinguish between friend and foe. Wait…are you nervous?"

"Well…just a little. I mean…"

"Well, don't be! Here, let me help you."

"Okay…"

Atlas stood up and looked at the dragon God before him. Atlas smiled and smacked both of his hands against Spyro's cheeks. He then proceeded to put the white dragon's fists to his sides and make him stand straighter. Finally, he told Spyro to take a deep breath and he did; Atlas decided to do the same and let out a nice stream of steam from his nostrils.

"Better?" Atlas said, sort of jokingly.

"Sort of…" Spyro said.

"Well, just remember that once we get this out of the way, Hinarious will be out of your hair and so will I."

"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

Meanwhile, Hinarious was leading Terra through a dark hallway. The silver wolf was bound by a collar of dark energy and his hands were bound in the same manner. The corrupt Sage Dragon had a serious look about his face the entire time he was leading Terra. Whenever he could, the silver wolf took a chance to look out any window that he came across and all he ever saw was a magenta colored sky that rested in between two cloud layers. He looked calm on the outside, but on the inside, his heart was racing. He had no idea where Hinarious was taking him, nor did he know when they would ever get there; the only thing that he did know was that this probably had something to do with Hinarious' need for him. Terra wished that he could escape, but he knew that if he tried anything, the magic chains that were holding him would cause his powers to backfire…effectively blowing off his arms, feet and even his head. The whole time…he was praying for his big brother to come and rescue him…

Then they stopped. Terra looked around nervously, but couldn't find a reason why they would suddenly stop. Then he took the time to look forward…he set his eyes on a somewhat frightening sight. The hallway thinned out and he could see that they were in the middle of a vast field of flowers and crystals. Many marble arches reached over the small path of water that was available for them to walk on and there was a large bell in the center of a platform to which the path stretched to. The sun itself could be seen rising over the flowers and the sky was painted with many reds, oranges, yellows and purples…the colors of the dawn. White birds flew overhead and their feathers drifted through the air as if a grand innocence was on display. Despite the beauty of this sight, Terra was filled with a sense of dread…and that dread was even more founded when he found that his bonds were undone. Hinarious smirked and started to stride toward the bell.

"This truly is…Nirvana…" Hinarious whispered.

Terra kept silent. He found that the door behind them had vanished into ether, so he really had no choice but to follow. As he walked along the peaceful path, small fountains of water sprung up from the grass and flowers beside the path, filling the air with only the sound of rushing water. As he continued to follow Hinarious, the silver wolf found that the path actually dipped down into a long staircase that descended into a bowl-like area, with marble paths stretching around the circumference to divide the flowers. The bell seemed to be on a much higher platform that had no clear way of being accessed. Looking further, Terra found that there was a small shrine below the bell's platform…that was assumingly his final destination. Hinarious stopped in front of the shrine and turned toward Terra…the bishōn returned a contemptuous scowl.

"Ha, ha…I could humor you right now…" Hinarious said.

"…What do you mean…?" Terra hissed.

"I could give you…one last dance. If you can show me all of your strength and kill me here…than you may very well escape."

"Why should I believe that you'll honor that…?"

"Because…this is the Final Frontier; I can't possibly hope to trick you now. It's all down to who is the most prepared…"

"Hmph…fine." Terra closed his eyes and ripped off the shirt that he wore…he watched it float off toward the endless plains and disappear, "There's no point in refusing anyway…"

"What a good sport you are…"

The two beings stood and stared at each other for a moment, letting a petal filled breeze glide past them…then Terra rushed forward. He thrust his flaming palm forward and Hinarious properly dodged, drawing his fencing saber and putting his left hand behind his back. The silver wolf stamped his feet on the ground and took off toward Hinarious in an explosion of lightening…the dense air was increasing his speed. Using his position to his advantage, Terra swung his foot up to release an arc of lightening, which Hinarious dodged. However, Terra then reached his hand down and quickly armored it with the marble on the ground. He swung that fist into the Sage Dragon's gut and sent him skidding up the sloping river that was the staircase. The silver wolf ran off toward his adversary and went for another roundhouse, but Hinarious stopped his movement with his talons and brought his sword up to block Terra.

The Sage Dragon then winded Terra by kicking him in the chest, following that with a horizontal sweep with his saber. Terra took the blow and let his blood escape…but amazingly, he did not seem to be bothered with the wound. The bishōn pushed forward and clenched his fist, letting it be covered in a white fireball; he then shoved his fist into Hinarious' cheek and sent him away, skidding across the ground at least fifteen feet. The Sage Dragon rose and wiped the blood from his maw, but before he could have too much time to react his opponent was upon him again. As he was airborne, Terra covered his fist in ice and he came down on Hinarious in an attempt to crush him under his fist of ice. That didn't happen, however, as Hinarious had moved; instead, a large glacier of ice appeared from the impact point.

Responding immediately, Terra quickly executed a flurry of palm strikes on the ice cluster, spraying large shards of ice toward Hinarious. The Sage Dragon reacted in turn by slashing at each and every one of them with his saber, until he finally leaped forward and sliced the whole cluster in half. Almost immediately, Terra jumped back to avoid his opponent's sword but Hinarious was upon him. The Sage Dragon sliced at Terra for a few slashes and then decided to fire a wealth of dark rays toward the Bishōn. Unexpectedly, the silver wolf simply closed his eyes and concentrated.

"I may not have my headphones anymore…but maybe I can still…" Terra thought to himself.

His theory was proved right. Right when his concentration reached its peak, the rays of darkness stopped in front of Terra; Hinarious was shocked. Without opening his eyes, Terra thrust his palm forward; this action sent the Sage Dragon's attack back at its user. Hinarious dodged well, but one ray raked his robe and that was all Terra truly needed.

"Now…let me show you what happens when you take my power for granted…" Terra started. He opened his eyes and his pupils were fully white; he then started growling angrily and got down on all fours, "Five Thousand Dragons!!"

Terra hunched back momentarily and let his body be covered in a thick red aura. There was a strong heat wave emanating from the silver wolf; he then gave off a loud bark and that resulted in his aura exploding from his body and separating into countless flame lances. As the flames burned, the sound resembled thousands of dragons growling and roaring at the same time. The bishōn then charged forward and the flames followed, lighting the path that Terra ran aflame. Hinarious clenched his fist and the same unnatural aura that Terra sensed from him before resurfaced. The Sage Dragon brought his hand forward and fired a formidable blast of dark energy from his palm, rivaling the force of Terra's attack. The silver wolf was stopped in his tracks, though he continued to force himself forward.

"You can't win…" Hinarious hissed.

"Shut up!" Terra roared.

The bishōn then decided to employ his demonic tail. He forced it to sail over his body and wrap around Hinarious' chest. Terra then flung his prey into the air and turned toward him; while his opponent was airborne, Terra jumped toward the Sage Dragon and made a swiping motion with his paws. This action caused his flaming lances to fly toward Hinarious and they were successful in ripping the yellow dragon to shreds, not to mention burning him. After suffering from this attack, Hinarious dropped to the ground with a resounding thud…allowing Terra to calm himself and rise back to his two feet. He closed his eyes and when he opened them, they had returned to their original color. He was somewhat surprised that their battle didn't disturb the area at all; there wasn't even an impact crater where Hinarious hit the ground.

"…Look…I don't want to help you destroy the world. I don't care anymore about my cruel life; I just want to move on." Terra whispered.

"Heh, heh…well, that's too bad isn't it?" Hinarious said, surprising Terra.

The silver wolf tried to raise his defenses but Hinarious seemed to move at light speed, and Terra's energy wasn't in the right place for him to be able to respond. The Sage Dragon gripped the bishōn's throat and slammed him to the ground, cutting off his breathing. Terra pushed with all of his strength, but he couldn't fight Hinarious' grip.

"You…you're empowered by that strange energy again…aren't you…?" Terra forced out. Hinarious chuckled and a savage aura raged from his body.

"Now…what would give you that idea?" Hinarious growled.

"Damn it…how did you…?"

"Don't worry, Terra; you fought bravely and valiantly. So I'll make sure that this process is as painless as possible…"

"Damn you…"

Hinarious lifted Terra from the ground and held him in the air. Hinarious than licked two of his fingers and pressed them against Terra's forehead, putting the bishōn in a deep sleep.

"Ha, ha…Spyro and his team had better get here as fast as they can…if they are to stop the ultimate evolution…" Hinarious growled…

End Chapter Thirty Four…next chapter, Infiltration…