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 IV: Hell Hath No Fury Like An Innocent Dragon Scorned
Author's Note: Thank you all for your great reviews; you guys are awesome!
After emerging from the dimensional portal, Spyro was quite dizzy and incapable of movement for a few moments; Scion's dimensional portal had more of a negative effect on the dragon god than any other portal he had gone through...it made him fell nausious. Scion shook his head in a somewhat shameful manner and sat down next to the dragon god. In a minute or two, Spyro's equilibrium was restored and he stood up to take in the sights that faced them now. It was a snow-covered land that was deviod of any sort of creature; the trees had leaves as white as the snow itself and blue fruit hanging from their branches. The two dragons themselves were standing on a mountain peak that was also covered in snow, but the mountain itself stretched out into an entire range that slowly made its way down into the mainland. Spyro was quite amazed; this land was more beautiful than the Dragon Realms. Scion looked at Spyro's smiling face and then up at the gray clouds; snow was gently falling from the sky. Scion swiped his hand at a snow flake and when he opened his hand, it transformed into a small ice crystal that was still in the shape of a snowflake. The black dragon grabbed one of the chains that trailed from his body and snapped the crystal onto its end. Scion said nothing else and began walking, with Spyro close behind.
"What exactly is this world?" Spyro asked.
"A prison for extradimensional beings such as myself. I killed and devoured all of the others. It's called 'The Dreamscape'..." Scion responded.
"Dreamscape...doesn't really fit a prison, does it?"
"Maybe...maybe not...it doesn't really matter, in any case..."
The two dragons went silent after that. In the back of Spyro's mind, he felt like he was in imminent danger; walking around with a dragon that hates his kind. That was something else that bothered Spyro: why did Scion barely ever refer to himself as being a dragon? The dragon god couldn't answer these questions, but he wondered if Tomas would know the answers. After a fair time of walking, the two dragons encountered a town...except it was completely wrecked. Homes and other structures were crushed or showed signs of being burned, there were large footprints in the ground along with craters and fissures. Blood was evident in most places and lightening arced from the oddest of places besides the skies. Spyro was regretful; was it the gods again? Scion looked at the destruction and felt nothing from it; he just walked on.
"So...what's responsible for this?" Spyro asked.
"...me." Scion half-heartedly answered.
"You?!"
"I had time on my hands and I was pissed off...I was also in my greater dragon form, so..."
Spyro rolled his eyes and just followed the black dragon through the former town. The two dragons walked until they reached the middle of town, where a large silver bell with runes enscribed into it sat between an arch. Oddly enough, it was the only thing in town that was in perfect condition; there was no dust on it, no cracks, no smudges...it seemed like no one had touched it since it's been there. Scion walked up to it and ran his fingers along the bell...his fingers left no tracks or marks on the material. Spyro walked up to it and stared at the bell...there was some magical energy about it.
"What's up with this bell? I feel magic energy all around it..." Spyro said.
"It's a bell used for summoning...demons or benevolent spirits, depending on the summoner." Came a familiar voice.
Spyro looked toward a bridge arching over a river and saw a surprising sight. A dark blue dragon with long red and purple hair stood on the stone bridge. He had long, silver horns that arched toward his back and the scales on his underside and belly were also silver. He had black wings with red membranes and red eyes; a silver bracelet with black markings was also present on his right wrist. There was a large glaive strapped to his back; the blade was a deep bluish color with black mixed in. The hilt was a large circular design with a single slash mark going through it to act as the handle. It also had four blue, dragon wings coming out of the side of the blade and a large ocean blue crystal embedded at the very end of the handle. He gave Spyro a cool look and folded his arms.
"Spira!" Spyro said. The white dragon ran up to his father and lept at him with a hug. Spira returned the gesture and set down his son.
"What's up, Spyro? What are you doing here?" Spira said.
"I was about to ask you the same thing. I was brought here by Scion."
"Scion?"
"Oh, right. Hey, Scion! Take your hands off that bell and introduce yourself to Spira!"
"Spira...?" Scion said.
The black dragon turned around and set his eyes on Spira...which probably wasn't the best thing to occur. Scion took one look at Spira and instantly, hostile thoughts flooded his mind...
"You hate gods...you live to destroy them...you exist to banish them to hell!"
"W-What?! I can't fight gods!"
"You can now...with the power of I...take back what was taken from you..."
"Yes...yes...YES!!"
At that point, Scion's eyes began to glow and he roared. The black dragon thrusted his arms forward and sent a wave of his crystals at Spira. The dragon god gripped his glaive, Spirayoma, and swung at the crystals; shattering them with a divine aura. Both Spira and Spyro were taken aback at Scion's aggressive action.
"Those crystals...Orichalcum! That's the crystal of evil!" Spira exclaimed.
"You...You pathetic worm! You will die!" Scion growled.
An Orichalcum crystal launched from Scion's back and transformed into Ultima. Scion gripped the sword and a Zodiac circle appeared beneath him; black flames rose from the circle and caused Ultima to shatter into fragments. Those fragments reformed into two, large white and black chakrams. They had cross designs in their centers and the edges were jagged. A demonic aura erupted from Scion and his chakrams floated around him. Spira looked at the demonic aura and a worried look took his face.
"That aura...Jormungandre?!" Spira said.
"Jormungandre? What the hell is that?!" Spyro asked.
"Your ticket to hell!" Scion said.
Scion dashed toward Spira and swung at him with his chakrams; Spira blocked with Spirayoma, but was forced back. Could Jormungandre's demonic influence be more powerful than Spira's divine aura? On the sidelines, Spyro definetely wasn't going to take this; he drew Adamatinacor and slashed at Scion, but the black dragon jumped in the air and landed on the bell. The aura eminating from his body grew in intensity. Scion jumped at the two dragon gods and two more chakrams rose from Jormungandre's aura; for a total of four. The chakrams began to spin and almost suddenly, a wave of purple flames flew toward the two dragon gods. Both used their swords to block the attack, but once again they were forced back.
"Dammit...can we win this?" Spyro asked.
"No, you can't...you are destined to die!!" Scion growled.
"You've got it twisted, demon! Spiral Dance!!" Spira said.
Spira forced back Scion as best as he could and then gripped is sword. The dragon god jumped at his opponent and began to spin around; the aura from his sword gleamed with blue flower petals. Scion couldn't react fast enough and was shredded by Spira's attack. Spyro than leaped forward and hacked Scion with a broad horizontal slash; the black dragon was forced back hard and hit the silver bell. The two dragon gods inspected their opponent...oddly enough, he wasn't bleeding. The black dragon forced his body on its feet and stared hostily at the dragon gods.
"...damn you...damn you...Jormungandre!!" Scion roared.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the whole dimension got thicker and cracks began to appear in the dimensional fabric. Jet black lightening rained down from the skies and the zodiac circle beneath Scion gained a new sign. Behind the black dragon, his demonic aura opened up a dimensional rift and out of it stepped a large, white foot...followed by the greatest demon.
The beast was white with black scars all across its body and it had black feather-like spines coming out of varous places. It had six gleaming red eyes and long black scars trailed from those eyes down to its back. Its arms were short and extended into four enourmous fingers that seemlessly went into four, long and powerful claws; there were also tiny spikes coming off of its elbows. Its legs were also short; there wasn't much space between its knees and its feet. Its three toes extended into three long talons; they had blood at their tips. It had four, thick horns jutting out from its head and one magic-embued horn ripping out from its nose area. Long white wolf-like ears extended from its head and metallic silver hair rushed down its back. Two curved fangs could be seen rushing out from the beast's maw, from the back area of its mouth. A large gem was visible on its belly; a black flame could be seen inside of it. It had silver shoulder pads and a large armor plate was attached to its back; a large spike resembling a dragon's snout was poking out from the plate. There were runes all over its body and they resonated as the beast moved. Finally, it had a long tail; ten to twelve feet long and the top half of its tail was covered in armor that had runes enscribed into it. The whole area shook as Jormungandre roared and Spira was definetely not happy.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Spyro said.
"The very king of demons and scourge of gods in all dimensions...Jormungandre the hell bishon. He must be using Scion as a host..." Spira said
"You couldn't be more wrong, oh great god Spira..." Jormungandre said. Scion made motions with his body as Jormungandre spoke.
"What?!"
"This dragon willingly accepted me into his body when you failed to destroy him...his anger and malice was powerful enough to free me and allow me to...meet him."
"Wait...Spira was the one that--" Spyro started.
"That's right, rookie dragon god Spyro. Your 'honorable' father was the one who ordered the destruction of Scion's castle and the dragon himself. That was a dumb idea; he should've known that there is no greater fury than that of an innocent dragon scorned..."
"Spira...is he...?"
"Yes...I ordered the destruction of Scion and his home...but, it's not like I didn't have a choice; that dragon was marked with the devil's influence right from his birth! I couldn't let him live..."
"And yet, he lives now; looks like you failed in your duties..again. Now that he's been attacked by 'gods' such as yourselves, Scion is a swirling galaxy of demonic power; a dimension within of himself. This young one right here...he can surpass beings of your calibur with ease."
"That's ridiculous! No mortal can pass the power of a god!"
"Really, now? I'll bet Scion would say differently...wouldn't you, little one?"
"Jormungandre...you bastard..."
"Harrgh!"
Spyro swung Adamatinacor at the rouge demon, but Jormungandre blocked with a wall of Orichalcum; the king of demons smiled at the attempt on his life. The white demon drew in air and then released a large concentration of demonic energy; Spira attempted to counter with his own divine aura, but Scion's negative energy was giving Jormungandre too much strength. The two dragons were easily thrown back and slid across the ground...and that's when Jormungandre saw a chance. The white demon jumped into the air and the spines that were coming out his back thrusted out and transformed into swords. Spyro looked up and brought up a shield of Adamant to protect him and his father, however Jormungandre's attack pierced the adamant with ease. Spyro shattered the shield and jumped out from the attack range followed by Spira, but they were stopped in their tracks from the shockwave of Jormungandre coming back down. The king of demons looked at his opponents and smirked. Spira looked back at him with a scowl.
"Damn you, Jormungandre!! Severasen Judgement!" Spira roared.
Spira threw Spirayoma into the air and both the glaive and his body erupted in a divine aura and the god's eyes began to glow red. He jumped into the air and drew a huge magic incantation with his finger. As the circle was finished, Spira let out a grand roar and released a large amount of ethereal energy from his hands that took the form of many swords. The ethereal blades made their way toward Jormungandre and Scion, but the demon wasn't impressed.
"How cute...Scion, let's show him our power together...shall we?" Jormungandre said.
Scion didn't repond. The black dragon's eyes began to glow and he started to levitate as demonic energy charged into his mouth. Scion rose into the air and released a dark breath attack worthy of the most sinister of greater dragons. The wave of evil energy cancelled out Spira's attack and, in his period of disbelief, he was struck by Scion's attack.The blue dragon god hit the ground and he had a struggle regaining.
"Spira! Grr..." Spyro said. He turned toward Jormungandre with a fire in his eyes.
"Oh, what's this...? It seems this god has tampered with demonic forces himself...could this be true?" Jormungandre taunted.
"Who cares? I don't mess with your kind anymore...I only destroy them!"
"But would you destroy another dragon...just to get to Jormungandre?"
"Grr...!"
"Would you be willing to rid this world of Scion, even if you didn't rid this world of Jormungandre?"
"I...I..."
"We didn't think so. We are greater than you...we are greater than this dimension...we are greater than everything!"
When those final words echoed from Jormungandre's mouth, the whole dimension began to quake. Black and white lightening crackled in the skies and fissures ran across the ground wildly. Large portions of land began to rise out from the ground and an empty void could be seen. Mountains crumbled as the tremors increased in severity and they too began to rise into the air. Streams dried and waterfalls crumbled; houses sunk in the earth and the sun and moon themselves disappeared. A great void appeared in the skies and everything was being drawn into it; Spira awoke and beheld the chaos that was occuring.
"Spira...what's happening?!" Spyro yelled over the sounds of collapse.
"Jormungandre and Scion...they're tearing this dimension apart at the seams! We have to get out of here!" Spira replied.
"What?!"
"If we don't leave here now, we'll be killed by a dimensional collapse of this magnitude!"
"How the hell do we get out of here?!"
Spira didn't reply. He just raised his hand and his wings grew out into four feathery white wings. Spyro was impressed but he was then pulled along by Spira; the dragon god grabbed his son and flew into the dimensional rift that everything else was being sucked into. Jormungandre smiled insanely at the site of the two dragon gods running. He then began to laugh as he stood in the epicenter of the dimensional collapse; just knowing that he was responsible for such destruction tickled his lust for more.
"Yes! Run, dragon gods, RUN!! You now know that there is something greater than you! You will all die by the hands of one of your own...! Jormungandre roared. He then looked at Scion and wrapped his arms around the dragon. "Don't worry, Scion...big brother Jormungandre won't let you die in our handmade chaos...we will go now and meet those two another time."
Jormungandre absorbed Scion into the gem on his stomach and then jumped through the dimensional portal. The king of demons was very proud of his victory; taking another dimension after so many years of being imprisoned. Was Jormungandre Spyro's new enemy? What did Jormungandre say to Scion to make the dragon trust him? Was it true that Spira was the one who sent those six to kill Scion? Unless the dragon god worked fast, there would be no questions to answer...as the king of demon was on his way to the Dragon Realms...
Blood Drawn From Scar IV