Spyro the Dragon: XIII Scars
By ValkierieDjermegandre
Disclaimer: We've been here before. I don't own Spyro or any related characters that may appear in this story. I own Spyro's god form, his powers, and any original characters including, but not limited to, XIII. Anything that doesn't belong to me may belong to Vivendi Universal or some other generic game producer or mythology. I think that's it for now.
Plot: Pieces of one are never forgotten. A soundless dragon torn asunder, his fragments in sacred armor, with a body of a castle; discarding his face as he is bound between dimensions. The dragon god of creation will confront this being...falling deep within his thirteen scars...
Notes: Sequel! After seeing how many readers enjoyed my Shadows of the Past story, I began thinking about this sequel and here it is. I'll try my best to make this story as good as its predecesor. I'll be taking any character requests for this story, as long as they're reasonable. If you want your favorite Spyro character or original character to fight alongside (or against) the white dragon god himself, send me a personal message (PM) or a review, containing the details of the character and the position you'd like he/she to be in. Now that we're clear on that...it's time to raise the curtain!
Scar II: A.X.I.S
Spyro was taken aback by not only the quick challenge he got from this wolven being, but that he transformed...by removing a mask. What were these new creatures? Were they truly new enemies? Spyro didn't know and he sure didn't have any time to figure it out, as Fenrex was rushing straight towards him. Spyro jumped back to avoid a vertical claw attack that easily shredded the earth it came in contact with. The dragon god didn't take any time to be impressed, but just ran back up to his opponent and attacked with a horizontal slash of his Adamatinacor...but Fenrex merely blocked with his tail.
"What...what the hell?!" Spyro said in disbelief.
"My tail is no ordinary tail...that would make our dance a little boring, don't you think?" Fenrex said.
The wolf swated Spyro away, then took a slash a him with his tail; Spyro moved back, but the attack caught him on the side of his arm. The dragon god looked at the area and ether was seeping from his wound. Fenrex smiled innocently and started to walk towards Spyro; the former wasn't having that.
"Damn you! Adamant Storm!!" Spyro roared. He swung Adamatinacor and a rush of adamant shards made their way toward Fenrex; the wolf calmly shifted his body as though he were dancing and avoided every shard, afterward leaping at Spyro and slashing him vertically with his tail as he came down. Spyro was insulted that the wolf was hiting him with such small attacks.
"You're taking this way to seriously, wannabe god. This is just a lovely dance." Fenrex said, with an innocent smile creasing his maw. Spyro eyes snapped open in absolute anger.
"Grr...take this!" Spyro roared. The dragon god swung his hand aggressively in a horizontal fashion, causing enormous clusters of adamant to rip from the ground and rush toward Fenrex; the wolf's face didn't falter. Fenrex merely jumped from one adamant cluster to the next, disappearing as he reached Spyro.
"What...where'd he...?" As those words escaped Spyro's mouth, four Fenrex copies appeared around the dragon.
"Oooh, you're in a tight spot now, aren't you? Which one, which one, which one is the one?" they all said simultaniously. Spyro looked around helplessly for a way to tell them apart, but no dice."Sorry, out of time!"
When they all said that, they all ran right through Spyro, slashing him with their tails as they did so. Spyro clutched at his chest, dropping his sword in the process and the dragon god lifted his hand to find that there was no wound...Fenrex had gotten him from the inside. The white dragon shifted his gaze back to the four wolves and they were all dancing and laughing that evil, child laugh. Spyro tried to pick up his sword, but the pain in his chest wouldn't let him.
"Come on, false god! Dance with me some more! Ooh, you've got two left feet, don't you? Hee hee, ha ha ha...!" the Fenrexes said.
"Don't you...ever...shut up?" Spyro growled.
"You're getting angry again...come on! It's already act II and you fail to impress me. Dance with me!"
"Oh, I'll dance...Spirit Merge, Lanryua!"
Spyro's body was wrapped in blue ether and when it faded, the marks on his body changed into a cool blue color. His hair began flowing calmly down his back and a ball of water appeared in front of him and transformed into the dragonian spirit guardian, Phyre's jewel encrusted trident. The glass ball on the end of his tail filled with water and a huge aura resembling Phyre's body erupted from the dragonian god's body. Spyro scowled at Fenrex and wielded his trident aggressively.
"Oooh, pretty! Let's dance!" the Fenrexes said.
"Oh, shut up. Tsunami!" Spyro said.
The white dragon swung his trident and an enormous tidal wave rushed at the group of wolves. Each wolf was struck, but none of them showed any signs of pain and just all disappeared. Spyro was confused, until he felt a slash in his back. The dragon turned around and found that Fenrex had risen out of his shadow. Spyro growled and used his magic to heal his wounds, afterward, rushing toward Fenrex. The two enemies clashed; Spyro's trident on Fenrex's tail and they continued to trade blows. Spyro slashed horizontally and Fenrex guarded vertically; countering with a vertical slash, but Spyro guarded horizontally.
"Dammit...what am I going to do...? This bastard seems to predict everything..." Spyro thought.
"Sigh...I thought that this would be fun, but you lack the elegance to challenge me..." Fenrex said disappointedly.
"Elegance..."
After thinking about that word, Spyro smirked and stopped guarding, switching to his left and disgarding his weapon. Fenrex took the chance to swipe at the dragon with his tail, but Spyro just calmly ducked under the wolf's horizontal strike and twisted his body around as though he was dancing, slashing Fenrex with a claw attack as he did so. Fenrex was taken aback and that break in his concentration was all Spyro needed. The dragon god rushed up to Fenrex and grabbed him by his paws, swinging the wolf around as he got hold. After Spyro picked up enough speed after so many 360 degree turns, he released Fenrex and tossed him into the waterfall arch; Fenrex coughed up blood as he hit the wall behind the water. Spyro smirked as he watched Fenrex climb out of the water.
"Hurgh...you...you learned my dance..." Fenrex said with a smile on his face, "No matter...I won't let that stop me--"
"Now, Fenrex...calm down, will you?" A new voice sounded.
Spyro looked up and another cloaked being stood on the hill ahead of him; this one with a dragon mask. The being removed his mask and he was engulfed in a jet-black glow, just like Fenrex. When the light had dissipated, the being had transformed into a dragon.
He was about the size of most adult dragons that Spyro knew and his body was a deep blue color, darker than Spira. His eyes were a sinister red and he had horns jutting out of his neck and the top and sides of his head. He had long dragon whiskers extending from his cheeks, two on either side, and each held an orb of a different color. The hair that extended from his head looked much like Spyro's and a long ponytail drapped down his back and touched the ground, along with two bangs that drapped over his shoulders; they had serated rings on their ends. A white cape drapped over the dragon's shoulders and silver shoulder pads held it in place, along with a purple gem to keep it locked in the front. Two holes were cut out of the back of the drappery so that his wings could show and they had white membranes under their blue skeletal structures. The dragon weilded a golden yellow staff with a crecent moon at the end and three gems were engraved in the design's sides. A large purple gem levitated in the empty space inside the crecent moon and it had a strange mark on it. This dragon had a long tail that ended in a large star design with a pentagram etched into it, and he had long claws and talons. Finally, he wore a necklace that was made of many slabs of solid gold and adamant and it covered most of his neck area. The dragon looked at Spyro with his cold, red eyes and the white dragon felt a slight tinge of fear.
"Master Rhatara!" Fenrex said.
"Rhatara?" Spyro said.
"Yes...my name is Suzokuu Rhatara, young dragon god, Spyro." Rhatara said. He voice was quite deep.
"...Rhatara..." came the voice of Tomas. Rhatara shifted his gaze over to Tomas...and XIII.
"My, my...it's Tomas. How have you been?"
"...just fine, Rhatara..."
"Yes, yes...I have no time to chat now...but, I will be taking back XIII if you don't mind..."
"Taking back?" said Spyro, cutting in. "Who the hell are you guys?!" After hearing that question, Rhatara snapped his fingers and the rest of the cloaked beings appeared.
"We are the protectors of balance and order throughout all worlds and universes...we are the A.X.I.S." Rhatara said.
"A.X.I.S...?"
"As our job entails, we must contain XIII once more...an extradimensional being such as him should not exist in this reality."
"You can't!!" Tomas challenged.
"What's that you say? Tomas, you really have no say in this...unless, you are protecting XIII..." Rhatara said, wielding his staff offensively.
"Tomas, what do you know about this XIII creature?" Spyro questioned.
Everyone went silent, however, when XIII roared and lifted himself into the air, followed by spraying the area with purple flames. Rhatara reacted quickly and projected a shield to protect not only himself, but everyone else. Spyro looked up and saw that XIII was coming right at him; the dragon god jumped out of the way and beheld the huge crater left by XIII. Spyro growled and drew is weapon once more.
"Wasn't this freak just sitting on the sidelines a few seconds ago?!" Spyro said.
"He is attracted to you in a violent manner, it seems..." Rhatara said.
XIII rose out of the ground and hovered in the air above Spyro and the others, shifting his gaze between Spyro, Tomas, and Rhatara. The armored dragon began charging a breath attack and that was when Spyro lept at the beast and gave a great slash with his trident. His attack didn't at all cut through XIII's armor, but the beast did show signs of pain. In response, XIII dove right into Spyro and before they hit the ground, opened up a dimensional rift. XIII and Spyro entered the rift, followed by the A.X.I.S. organization. Tomas attempted to follow, but the rift closed before he could enter. The elder pounded the ground with his fist and asked himself many questions...before rain began to pelt his head from above...
When Spyro awoke, he could barely put his emotions into words. He was standing on the battlements of a ruined castle. Anywhere he looked, windows were shattered, towers had been knocked off, huge holes had been put in the walls and floors, and battlements had large dragon-like footprints in them. Besides the general setting, there were other things that struck Spyro as strange...like the overall atmosphere of the world. Everything was of dark or just overall depressing color; the skies were gray with jet black clouds floating to and fro and there were also cracks in the sky. The land below was adorned with white grass, but the grass didn't move when Spyro swore that he felt a breeze. In fact, time seemed to be generally stopped in this strange place...boulders were suspended in the air and glass from the windows also floated near the windows that they had been knocked out of. Spyro stepped forward and took all of this in.
"Where in the hell am I?" Spyro said as quietly as the wind itself.
"We're in XIII's reality, now..." came Rhatara's voice. The dragon walked up behind Spyro and lept up onto the battlement.
"Where are you going?!"
"To find XIII...and destroy him."
Rhatara flew off in search of the armored dragon, leaving Spyro to think about his predicament. The dragon god decided that there was no benefit in staying in that one place, so he jumped off the fallen castle, but instead of flying off like Rhatara, he walked through the fields. Spyro was quite amazed; seeing rain drops and falling trees in suspended animation was not something that he had ever seen before...and he wondered if XIII was responsible for this. After a fair time of walking, Spyro entered a forest and looked at the black trees with their white leaves; it was elegant in an eerie manner. All of a sudden, however, something else caught Spyro's attention.
"This feeling...ether?" Spyro said.
He then began to run through the forest, until he reached what seemed to be its center and he found what Rhatara was looking for: XIII. The armored dragon was wrapped in chains and bonds and the bottom half of his helmet was broken off, so Spyro could see the dragon's mouth area; he looked quite forlorn. The white dragon walked up to the armored one...and gazed at his closed eyes.
"Who...or what, exactly, are you...?" Spyro said.
"A mistake...brought to life by arrogance and greed..." XIII responded, taking Spyro by surprise.
"Whoa!"
"Yes...I can speak...words just never seem to do anything for me..."
"XIII...why did you come to my world? Why did you try to kill me?"
"Because...it's because of your kind that I'm stuck in these damn chains!!" Spyro jumped back as XIII wrenched against his chains.
"What?! I didn't do anything!"
"Grrr...all of you gods...all of you deserve to be destroyed! I was no different than any other dragon child...until everything was taken from me...and then you burned this wretched mark into my soul!"
"I don't even know what the hell you're talking about!"
"...hmph...you...your name is Spyro, isn't it?"
"Yeah...I'm the dragonian god of creation, under my father, Spira. Why?"
"...release me."
"What?! Why would I do that?! If you're chained up this much, there must be a reason behind it!"
"If you don't, the A.X.I.S. Organization will kill me...hurry up..."
"...you're insane."
"If you are as innocent as you say you are, you'll release me."
"Don't even try that on me. I'm not gonna--"
"Release me, you foolish deity!!"
Interrupting XIII's thoughts, a concentrated flare of magical energy was making its way toward the two dragons. Spyro, thinking quickly, forced his hands in a vertical fashion, causing a cluster of adamant to shield them from the attack...and the source of the attack: Rhatara and the A.X.I.S. Organization. Spyro scowled and stood his ground.
"Silence yourself, XIII...it will all be over soon..." Rhatara said.
The atmosphere thickened in this alternate dimension as Spyro stood his ground against the A.X.I.S. Organization. Who were these mysterious beings? Why did XIII hate the gods so much? Why did the gods seal him in chains in the first place? Spyro had many questions about this whole manner...but none of that would matter if he didn't live long enough to answer them...
Blood Drawn From Scar II
ValkierieDjermegandre: Well, that's that. Sorry, it's so late, but I couldn't control the circumstances. Remember, I'm taking character requests, so yeah...