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 V: From the Phantom Dimension...The Shadows of His Past
Author's Note: Ooh, the forboding subtitle from the first story returns. What could this mean? Again, thanks for the reviews; you know I care about what you guys think ;)
Darkness...that's all he could see and feel. The black dragon, Scion, sat alone in a void of everlasting darkness...being smothered in the hate that he felt for all worlds and the deities that governed them. To him...this was solice...this was Nirvana...this was his peace away from the world. That damn dragon god...who did he think he was; messing with a dragon who had all but abandoned those thoughts and feelings that he was supposedly born with. Was he born with those feelings? He couldn't remember; he discarded the issue and with it, the possiblilty of solving the issue and becoming a normal dragon again. Normal...did that word even apply to him anymore? What did apply to Scion anymore...besides oblivion and nothingness? A shadow that loomed over him always...a shadow that would never dissolve.
"Alone...forever, I am alone..." Scion whispered.
"Here again, I see..." came the voice of the king of demons, Jormungandre. Scion looked up and the giant figure of evil stood over him; looking into the dragon's crimson gaze.
"Big brother Jormungandre..."
"You only come here when you have a problem...so what is it?"
"It's...it's that dragon god, Spyro..."
"...what about him? You know that deities don't care about beings such as you and I..."
"I know, but...he seems different than the other ones..."
"Because he seems to care about you?"
"...yeah..."
"Scion...you can't tell me that you're beginning to trust him. He is the son of that bastard, Spira...he lives to banish demons such as you and I."
"...so, why was he being so nice to me?"
"...Jormungandre can't say...he can only say that this dragon god, Spyro is a huge problem if he can get to you...but, that shouldn't matter regardless..."
"Yeah, you're right..."
"Big brother Jormungandre is the only one you need to trust, little brother Scion...because big brother won't let anything happen to his little brother."
After Jormungandre finished his sentence, Scion closed his eyes and began to sleep. Jormungandre smiled and stomped his foot; opening a dimensional rift below Scion and himself. The king of demons was quite intrigued; he had never felt this way toward anyone before, this feeling of having to protect someone. What was it about Scion that attracted him, besides the evil wavelength? Jormungandre put it aside, however; he had to focus his attention on the dimensional transition. Scion continued to sleep as he and Jormungandre once again crossed the dimensional verse...into parts unknown to them...
A few days had passed since Spyro's short travels in the dimensional prison, the Dreamscape. Thoughts of Scion and Jormungandre seemed to drift away as the pressing problems of restoring the Artisan home from XIII's attacks flooded his mind. He never asked himself too many questions about the black dragon lately...in fact, it seemed he was forgetting about him pretty fast. How could that be possible?
On a crisp, sunny spring day, the dragon god was walking on the road to the dragon dojo where the elders resided. He had no particular reason for going there on his mind, but he just felt that he should visit. As Spyro walked, he was a little surprised at the unusually great weather; for the longest time, the Dragon Realms were getting nothing better than rain, thunderstorms and depressing gloomy, balmy days; the presence of the sun was enlightening. At the top of a hill he soon reached, Spyro could see the dojo; it brought back memories of when he first set out to save the world from the Shadow Realm...back when he just like his friends. Spyro couldn't lie to himself...he knew that he sometimes missed the life he used to lead...but this life wasn't much different anyway. As he was walking down the path, Spyro saw something that struck him hard; in the lake off the side of the path, he saw the black dragon lying in the water...Scion. He looked as though he was sleeping quite peacefully with the sun rays beaming down on him and butterflies fluttering to and fro. The dragon god ran up to Scion and immediately, the latter woke up.
"Scion! What are you doing here?!" Spyro said. Scion sat up and directed his attention toward a butterfly that flew off of his nose.
"I don't know. I was a sleeping and when I woke up, I'm met with your face." Scion responded. The black dragon tried to get to his feet, but he collapsed as soon as he did. Spyro reacted quickly and caught him as he fell.
"What the hell? What's wrong with you...huh?"
Spyro looked at Scion's body and his runes were fading in various places. They were glowing with a weak energy and Spyro knew that something had to be done. He wondered, however, if Scion would express any gratitude toward Spyro for saving him, but the dragon set that aside for now. He threw Scion on his back and began to walk off toward the dragon dojo...
It didn't take long for Spyro to reach the dojo. It was the same as Spyro remembered it; the amber columns gleamed with a sense of confidence and the wooden sculptures and fences gave the place a feeling of authenticity. Gold linings rounded the walls and the slanted roof was a deep blue color. The circular windows reflected even the mountainscape and the roses growing around the area sent a fresh scent as the wind blew. There was one thing that Spyro never remembered seeing, however; it was a golden statue of a strange looking dragon on top of the roof.
It was massive; if it were real, it would surely tower over most greater dragons. Chains stretched from its scarred body and many crystals and sword hilts were stuck in its back. It wore armor and had long, seemingly powerful claws and talons. It had four horns on its head and a long neck from which spikes came out of. Runes covered its body and its four large wings set the tone of the dragon's greatness quite well. The wingspan was impressive; the real version's would probably be five to ten meters. Six, long dragon whiskers protruded elegantly from its head and wrapped around its body; each whisker had a bell on its end. It wore a collar that had an incantation engraved into it and trailed off into a scarf at its back. Unusually long ridges rushed along its back and down its long tail; the tail had to be anywhere from fifteen to twenty feet and it ended in a large crystal cluster.
The statue captivated Spyro, though its ruby eyes and the creature itself gave the white dragon a forboding feeling. Putting that aside, Spyro walked toward the entrance to the dojo, but as he got closer to the statue, Scion's runes began to glow with an intense heat. If Spyro weren't a god, he would surely be burned. He ignored the strangeness of this event and continued into the dojo...
Inside the dojo, Spyro was immediately met with the gazes of the dragon elders. They looked at him peculiarly and Tomas chose to be the one that walked up to the dragon god. Spyro looked at Tomas and he shrugged with a smile on his face. Tomas kneeled down and patted Spyro on the head with a curious look on his face.
"Spyro, my lord...what are doing?" Tomas asked. Spyro shifted his eyebrow.
"This dragon needs help. His runes are fading and he's losing energy because of it." Spyro responded.
"His runes are fading? That usually doesn't happen, let alone the fact that they never have any ties to a dragon's actual energy." Cho-Lei said.
"Well, in any case, here; take him."
"I can walk on my own, thank you very much." Scion said. The black dragon shifted off of Spyro's back and stepped on the floor. He looked at the elders as they gave him peculiar looks and he began to get angry. "What the hell are you all staring at?!"
"Ahem...nothing. Come; I'll repaint your runes, okay?" Scion said nothing as Cho-Lei took him to another room. Tomas turned his gaze back to Spyro and folded his arms.
"You're lucky you're a god, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to carry that dragon."
"I know. I'm gonna hang around until Scion is done, okay?"
Spyro didn't wait until Tomas gave him a reply. The dragon walked off to another room and Tomas followed; he figured this would be the best time for he and Spyro to discuss some things...
At the end of the hall, Scion found himself in a well decorated room with candles lit all around. There was an expansive magic glyph in the center of the room and a large crystal chandelier dangled over it from the cieling above; the crystals looked like Orichalcum. There were paintings of many mythical beasts and demons enscribed along the walls and there was a large mural drawn on the cieling that depicted two dragons in a cataclysmic battle. Finally, in the very back of the room, there was a balcony that overlooked a waterfall basin. The green grass and sapphire blue water gave off an air that Scion hadn't felt since he was a baby dragon; an air of home. In the very center of the lake, there was a single island and on that island, sat an enormous version of the gold, dragon statue that sits on the dragon dojo's roof. Scion couldn't hide how impressed he was, but sadly, the black dragon didn't have the ability to smile. Cho-Lei walked up to the black dragon and stood next to him; still somewhat surprised as to how big he was.
"Isn't this room beautiful?" Cho-Lei said.
"...it's nice...it's really nice..." Scion said. All of a sudden, he felt sad...almost depressed.
"Well...let's get started, shall we?" Cho-Lei walked to the center of the room and began to chant; once she was done, a large cushion emerged from the magic glyph. It was wrapped in a string of tiny beads. She ushered Scion to sit on it and he did.
"So...how is this going to go...?"
"Simple..." The dragon elder walked over to a table and picked up a small bowl with ink in it and a small quill. "I will simply use this to repaint your runes. It will probably take a longer time than usual because of your body size, but..."
"That's alright...do what you have to do..."
Cho-Lei walked up to Scion and stood over him, wondering where to start. She finally decided to start on his right shoulder, but when she put the quill's point on Scion, it burned him and the black dragon roared and growled in pain. The pink dragon elder had a confused look on her face, but she was somewhat relieved when Scion didn't lash out at her. Instead, the black dragon grabbed one of his chains and ran his hand over the steel ball; it produced a large quill that had strange marks on it along with the feather being a glowing sky-blue, as if it were plucked from an angel. Scion said nothing as he gently handed Cho-Lei the quill.
The dragon elder started over and was happy once she saw the quill gliding comfortably along Scion's scales. In fact, the writing tool seemed to know exactly where it wanted to go and all Cho-Lei had to do was guide it. Every once in a while, she would have to refill it with ink, but that was to be expected, so Scion never got impatient. The black dragon felt strange; it was a long time since someone had done something like this for him and he didn't quite know how to react, thus is why he stayed quiet. Cho-Lei was impressed herself; most dragons that she had to do this for complained that she took too long, but the fact that Scion was so quiet was settling, yet unsettling at the same time.
"So, how do you know Spyro...um.." Cho-Lei started.
"Scion. My name is Scion. We...met in a convenient manner, you can say..."
"Hmm...your runes seem different than most others. Where did you get them?"
"...I'd rather not say. You'd probably want to get rid of me if I told you..."
"We all have things to hide. No one ever really has the right to judge someone else."
"...regardless, I'd rather not say..."
"Okay, young one. There is no problem in keeping your own secrets."
"...hmm...who's that dragon portrayed in that statue?"
"Oh, that? He was a tyrant dragon with extraordinary magical powers. He could rend dimensions, bend time to his very will, and tear down entire mountain ranges. He was a different sort of beast. He never meant to hurt anyone with his powers, but everyone he came in contact with either feared him, or despised him because of abilities. He had a turbulant life and in the end, he turned his back on the divine forces of our gods in favor of the corruptive influence of demonic forces. Both the worlds of mortals and the celestial world of the gods almost met their ends at his hands..."
"...hmm..."
"There were never any signs of his death. Most dragons say that he never really died and that he ended up being reincarnated into a new form...waiting for the day he can destroy the world. Of course, none but the dream weavers believe that theory..."
"What...what was his name?"
"No one knows. He never told his name to anyone; he never even had any parents that anyone knows of."
This struck Scion as interesting. He and this unknown dragon had much in common...could it be coincidence? Or could Scion really be the reincarnatied form of the dragon that almost destroyed the worlds of mortals and gods centuries ago? Now that he thought about it, he also turned his back on the divine forces of the gods and he also turned to the help of the demonic forces. Scion also held the ability to rend dimensions and he could also bend time to his will...but most of those abilities came with the help of Jormungandre. Scion was really thinking hard about all of this and if he ended up somehow transforming into this tyrant dragon...
"What's this...? Oh, a scar! Where did you get this?" Cho-Lei asked. Scion didn't look; he figured that it was a scar that he got in his battle with Spira.
"I probably got it during one of my travels...I doubt it's any big deal..." Scion replied.
"Are you sure? I could heal it just fine with my magic."
"...no that's alright...I've had worse..."
"Okay...just one more line...there! Your runes have been repainted!"
Scion's body resonated with energy and he rose; stretching his arms and wings to make sure everything was okay. After seeing that he could move his body just fine, Scion began making motions with his hands and after a short while, an orb of energy appeared in his hands. The black dragon traced a small magic symbol that was red in color; it produced a small flame inside of the orb of energy. Finally, the black dragon ran his hands over the product of spacial rending and it took on the solid shape of glass with the flame still burning brightly inside; Cho-Lei could not believe what she was witnessing. Scion walked over to Cho-Lei and handed her his present.
"Thanks for helping me." Scion plainly said. He didn't smile or make any other facial gesture; he just handed her the glass orb and silently walked out of the room.
"That dragon...he..." Cho-Lei managed to say. The dragon elder didn't know how to react; this was the first time that she had ever seen such a power personally...the forbidden art of dimensional rending...
Back in the main hall, Spyro and Tomas were both seated in the back of the room. Both dragons had cups of tea in their hands and they were conversing on matters such as the armored dragon, XIII and this new enemy called the A.X.I.S.
"So, who was that dragon that you brought here?" Tomas asked.
"Wait, you don't remember him? That's Scion." Spyro said. Tomas nearly dropped his cup in shock.
"Wait...that dragon is...Scion? How could he have grown so quickly...more importantly, what is he doing here?"
"I don't know; I found him sleeping in a lake when I was on my way up here. What's up with that reaction, anyway? I figured you'd be happy to see him again."
"It...it's not that...it's just that I worry for Scion. He is a beacon for demonic forces..."
"Spira and I figured that out when we discovered that the king of demons, Jormungandre, was nesting inside of Scion..."
"What?!"
"Yes...it's true..." came the voice of Scion. Spyro and Tomas looked down the hall and beheld the sight of Scion. His runes were repainted and he was radiating with evil energy.
"Scion...why...why do you--"
"Because, I have no need for anything else..."
"Scion, Jormungandre is a very dangerous beast! He'll corrupt your soul!"
"No, he won't."
"What?!"
"Big brother Jormungandre cares about me like no one else has before. He understands everything I say and has saved me from death countless times..."
"That demon only saved you to save himself! He doesn't care about you!"
"Enough!!" Scion's demonic voice sent a wave of demonic energy through the entire area and the elders all gathered in the room. Scion looked around and noticed that he was surrounded.
"Scion, don't fight...we will exorcise Jormungandre from your body."
"No, you won't! You will not take big brother Jormungandre away from me!"
"Now come, young dragon..." Elder Astor said as he grabbed Scion by the shoulder, but...
"Don't touch me!!"
In that instant, Scion became overcome by his demonic power and he forced Astor into a wall with a ray of evil energy. Immediately, Elder Sensei rushed toward Scion and attempted a tail slice attack, but Scion ducked under the horizontal strike and conjured a cluster of ice under the elder dragon with a quick motion of his hands. The latter quickly jumped back and stood for a second; he was shocked at the power Scion displayed.
"Elemental bending...that's a forbidden art!" Elder Sensei said.
"This little monster is definetely not getting away!" Elder Titan said.
After that statement, Titan drew air into his maw and released a stream of golden flames at Scion. Without even thinking about it, the black dragon summoned a wall of Orichalcum that easily staved off Titan's attack. Scion then countered by shoving his fist into the Orichalcum, causing it to shatter and float around him; he then directed his hand toward Titan and the shards of Orichalcum began to fly toward him. The dragon elder gathered up his own chi and forced it forward, creating an aura that deflected the crystals.
"What is in him that is driving such evil energy?!" Titan asked.
"He harbors the king of demons inside of his body!" Cho-Lei said as she too jumped into the fray.
Cho-Lei quickly traced a magic incantation with her finger that resulted in a quick lightening spell. It struck Scion but barely caused him to stagger; it mostly made him angry. The black dragon began charging his own chi and then he released it in the form of ethereal wings that made their way toward Cho-Lei. The dragon elder traced another magic circle and this one fired off a large blast of icy wind that countered Scion's chi. The female dragon elder was taken aback.
"What...what is he?!" Cho-Lei asked.
"A monster that works with demonic forces..." Elder Magnus replied.
"A monster...a monster?! How dare you! I am a dragon! I will show you who the real monsters are!" Scion said. His demonic voice got more threatening by the minute.
Tomas jumped off of the step he was standing on and attempted to hit Scion with his staff, but the black dragon jumped back and fired a straight blast of flames from his hands. Tomas responded by drawing a rapier from his staff and thrusting it straight through the black dragon's attack; this action caused the rush of flames to completely bypass Tomas. The latter jumped at his opponent and grabbed him by the throat, holding him down on the ground. Titan and Sensei held his arms, while Cho-Lei and Astor held his legs.
"Graggh! Graagh!! Let me go right now, you bastards!!" Scion roared.
"No! Calm down or I'll cut your throat right now!" Tomas replied.
"Graagh!! Big Brother Jormungandre!!"
Once those words escaped Scion's mouth, a large dimensional void appeared under Scion and a large white explosion of energy forced all of the elders in different directions. Spyro immediately ran down to the center of the room and watched as Scion's "big brother" began to rise from his shadow. Once he completely materialized, Jormungandre smirked insanely and crossed his arms as he looked at the group of dragons. Spyro was fearful...would the dragon realms meet the same fate as the Dreamscape?
Blood Drawn Fron Scar V