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 VI: Fate of the Unknown
The king of demons...he was here in the dragon realms. Spyro couldn't believe his eyes, but his fears made his vision very real. Scion growled at a low tone, but every dragon in the room could hear him and then he raised his hands. Evil energy began to come to his claws in great amounts and when his hands were completely covered in energy, Ultima appeared from the darkness. Seeing Scion in possession of that sword worried Spyro, but his mind soon shifted to the sword beginning to tremble. Almost instantaniously, Ultima shattered and the pieces transformed into shards of Orichalcum. The fragments levitated around Scion and with a motion of the black dragon's claws, began to form into a new weapon.
The entire structure of the weapon was made of Orichalcum and it was translucent enough to see anything through it. The handle was longer than the original Ultima's and the blade was huge; it had an odd shape with a circle design where the hand guard would have been, then it stretched out into a long rectangular design and finally near its end, there was a larger circular design. The blade was covered in runes and a large, sharp fin stretched out from the affore mentioned blade. Finally, it had a long chain that stretched from the handle to the first circular section and a single white, feathery wing was attached to the chain on the section's end. Scion lifted his claw and burned a demonic crest into the end section of the blade. The black dragon gripped the long handle and wielded his weapon against Spyro.
"That's...the oddest looking sword I've ever seen." Spyro said, drawing Adamatinacor.
"Yes...and it will be the blade to end your life..." Jormungandre threatened.
"I doubt it..."
Jormungandre smirked and then disappeared back into Scion's body; a demonic aura rose from the latter's body and he let out a savage roar. The black dragon lept at Spyro and swung his blade vertically; the dragon god dodged to his left and watched as Scion's blade easily carved through the floor. Spyro put the amount of power that the black dragon's weapon displayed out of his mind and went to attack Scion from the side, but the black dragon seemed to expect this tactic. Scion caught Spyro from the corner of his eye and made a pushing motion with his palm; this action caused a wall of earth to rise from the ground and take the blow from Adamatinacor. The dragon god cursed under his breath, but he then began to move quickly as Scion's eyes began to glow. The chain on Scion's sword detached from the handle and grew longer; it then transformed into a cobra with swords in its back and runes all over its body. The creature also had arch halves coming out of its back and a long tail with a spike on its end. It gave Spyro a chilling stare and then raced at the dragon.
"What the hell kind of magic is this?!" Spyro screamed.
"It's a forbidden art, Spyro!" Tomas said. Scion then turned his gaze to him.
"Shut up, worm! Ophiuca!" Scion growled.
Ophiuca turned its attention to tomas and its eyes began to shine; this action was accompanied by Ophiuca releasing a large beam that screamed toward Tomas. Before the dragon elder could be struck, however, a column of light rose from the ground and caused Ophiuca's attack to dissipate. Scion turned toward the light and his nemesis emurged from said light: Spira. The blue dragon god looked at Scion and the latter responded by pulling his sword away from Spyro and roaring at Spira.
"Oh, real scary." Spira coyly said. That made Scion even angrier.
"Spira...I never thought you'd show your face to me again..." Scion growled.
"Well, how could I possibly ignore you when you've escaped from your prison? Not to mention that you've started causing trouble in our dimension."
"What's happened to me is your fault, anyway!"
"You don't belong here, Scion. Go home."
"I don't have a home, you worthless cur! You destroyed it!!" Scion directed Ophiuca to attack Spira, but something held the snake back; its tail was being held down by Adamatinacor.
"Don't...ever...talk that way about my father." Spyro threatened.
"Damn you! Big Brother!"
On cue, Jormungandre reappeared with dark energy surging around him. Scion smirked, however just as Jormungandre was about to begin the dimensional collapse, a thin beam of light ran right through the demon's head and pierced through his forehead. Jormungandre was stunned and as he staggered, more beams pierced through his body; specifically through the gem on his chest. The king of demons coughed up a plume of ether and with a loud groan, collapsed to the floor with a grand thud. After witnessing this, Scion dropped his sword and his demonic aura faded. He ran to Jormungandre's side and kneeled down to his head.
"Big brother Jormungandre!" Scion screamed. He nudged Jormungandre while still repeating his name, but he got no results. "C-come on, big brother...come on. Big brother!"
"G-grrr...Scion..." Jormungandre said. Scion smiled momentarily, but that wouldn't last. "I...I..."
"Don't speak, big brother..."
"Little...brother...Scion...I apologize...I won't be able to stay with you..."
"W-what are you saying, big brother...big brother?"
"Heh...I guess...I guess Jormungande thought he was infinite...he thought he was immortal..."
"Big brother...don't die...please don't die...please..."
"Don't worry, little brother...we will never forget you...we will always remember our feelings for you...we will always remember...that we...lo--" At that point, Jormungandre ceased breathing and his arms dropped to the ground. The flame in his belly went out and he closed his eyes...
"Big...b-brother...J-Jormungandre...? Big brother...big brother!!"
That final cry marked Jormungandre's final moments. The king of demons tried his hardest to stay with Scion and he did for just another moment. He lifted his hand and stroked Scion's hair one last time; the black dragon closed his eyes and tears ran from them. As soon as Jormungandre's hand reached the end of Scion's mane, it dropped to the ground and the white demon's body stopped moving with it. Scion nudged Jormungandre one more time and the king of demons closed his eyes...and didn't respond after that. Scion was crushed; the black dragon immediately put his head on his big brother's belly and wrapped his arms around his head and he began to cry.
Spyro, Spira and the dragon elders looked at him and they didn't feel too remorseful; after all, the king of demons was now one less threat that they had to worry about. They were only somewhat moved by the site of Scion's tears rolling down the body of Jormungandre...and his sobbing didn't make them feel any better.
"Why?! Why, dammit?!" Scion cried.
"Because...he was a threat to all dimensions..." a voice answered. Scion turned himself away from his big brother and directed his attention to the source of the voice; an A.X.I.S member. His mask was shaped like a serpent's face and his palm was smoking with energy.
"You...you...you killed big brother!!"
"Oh, please; he's not even really your brother. Besides...he was a worthless shell of a demon..."
"Don't talk that way about big brother..."
"What are you going to do? You're worthless without your bastard brother looking over your shoulder..."
That comment pushed Scion over the edge. The black dragon clenched his fist and charged at the A.X.I.S member on all fours. Just as Scion got within range of the man, he raised his hand and a black silken ribbon shot from thin air and restrained Scion's claw. The black dragon growled as he looked at the ribbon; he couldn't move his arm at all.
"What is this?!" Scion said.
"Well done, Vatis..." came the voice of Rhatara.
Vatis crossed his arms and Scion tried to rake him with his other hand, but Fenrex appeared and restrained that hand with another ribbon. As Scion tried to catch what was happening to him, Rhatara and the last A.X.I.S member appeared behind him and restrained his ankles and neck; the black dragon couldn't move his body at all. Spyro scratched his head about all this, but his look changed to one of concern as the ribbons shocked Scion with a divine lightening.
"Scion...stop struggling; you're in our hands now..." Rhatara said.
"What the hell is this?!" Scion said.
"This is the strongest chain...constructed from six wonderous ingredients...it is the sacred chain, Gleipnir. You won't be breaking free from this, my friend. Agni! Open the gate..."
"Aaargh!! Big bro--" Scion stopped. He just remembered; Jormungandre couldn't come to his side this time.
"I said, stop struggling...your miserable life will be over soon..."
Scion took Rhatara's advice and stopped struggling; he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried. Spyro and Spira looked at the black dragon; he looked absolutely miserable. Scion shifted his gaze to the two dragon gods; he then closed his eyes and lowered his head in guilt. Spyro was shocked; why would Scion attack the dragon elders, him and Spira and then feel guilty about it? Then, it hit Spyro; he knew why Scion did everything that he did.
"Rhatara! Wait!" Spyro called.
"Don't worry, Lord Spyro; we have him under control. This dimensional criminal will be properly executed." Rhatara said.
"Do we have to call him 'lord?'" Fenrex coyly asked.
"Yes, we do; just because your friend couldn't be a god does not mean you can disrespect the current gods..." the member with the phoenix mask, Agni, said.
"Right...anyway, let us go, A.X.I.S organization..."
Spyro called out to Rhatara again, but the organization was already leaving. A portal opened in the air inside the dojo and Scion floated into the void. Before he was completely absorbed, however, a tear rolled from his eye and down his cheek. The A.X.I.S Organization disappeared and the room was clear of all intense atmosphere. Spyro walked up to the area where the organization stood and looked up at the ceiling; he was clearly thinking. Spira walked up beside his son and put his hand on the white dragon's shoulder.
"You okay?" Spira asked. Spyro looked back at him with a worried look on his face.
"Where...where are they taking him?" Spyro asked.
"Well...they are probably taking him back to where he was truly born."
"What are you talking about? The Dreamscape was destroyed."
"Spyro...Scion isn't really who you think he is..."
"How so?"
"I don't know. All I know is that either way, he's a very dangerous dragon..."
"...I'm going to go rescue him."
"What?! Why the hell would you do that?! He would only kill you, Spyro!"
"No. I'm sure...I'm sure I sensed a different aura from him. Besides, I'm the only dragon that will..."
"Spyro, you can't! Even though Jormungandre is gone, Scion is still a demonic medium!"
"I don't care, Spira!"
"..." Spira was quiet and gave his son a look.
"I apologize...but, I can't turn my back on someone that needs me; as a dragonian god, I have to protect my race...and Scion is still one of us."
"Spyro..."
"I have to go...show me where Scion was truly born."
Spira didn't reply. He just sighed and walked to the center of the room. The blue dragon god stretched out his arm and his palm began to glow; a small blade of ether appeared from it and he started to draw a magic circle. When it was finished, it resonated and sparks of ether began to fly from it; they all formed a tome that promptly opened and expelled a dimensional void. Spira looked at the portal and narrowed his eyes; he also seemed to shudder in fear. The blue dragon walked up to his son and redirected his gaze toward the portal.
"I haven't opened this gate in a while..." Spira said.
"This is...the way to Scion's birthplace?" Spyro asked.
"Yes. Go ahead; you'll see why Scion left his home..."
"Alright..."
"Spyro...promise me you'll come back. That is not a stable dimension at all."
"Okay...I promise."
With that, Spyro hugged his father and walked toward the dimensional portal. He looked back at the dragon elders and they all gave him "good luck" gestures. Spyro smirked and jumped into the portal...afterward, Spira sat on the floor and closed his eyes; Tomas walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder, reassuring him that Spyro would be okay...
In a forbidden dimension, a scar opened in the dimensional fabric and the white dragon dropped to the ground. Spyro looked around and he was shocked. The sky was completely broken as if it were glass and in the places where parts of the sky would be missing, multi-colored mist shifted from many directions. The very land was razed; there was barely a place where anyone could walk without falling into a ravine. Trees and other plants displayed signs of being burned, not to mention there wasn't a single patch of living grass. Black and gold crystals protruded from the ground in many places and there were many areas where the dimensional fabric was disrupted. Spyro walked forward and he was disturbed; could a dragon really live here?
"Damn...what is this place? Hmm?" Spyro said. He spotted a mountain range in the distance where clusters of Orichalcum were clearly visible. "That's my destination...Scion, wait for me."
At that point, Spyro remembered a more convenient solution than walking. He thrusted Adamatinacor into the ground and a magic circle appeared under him. A large orb of ether surrounded Spyro and he emerged in his greater dragon form. His body retained its majestic white color, except there were also sky blue marks on his body along with the black ones. A horn thrusted out of his snout area and his blue hair stretched down his long neck and traced along his back. Two long locks of hair dangled from the side of his hair and stretched down to his hounches and speaking of his hounches, they had small shards of adamant sticking out of them and his claws and talons shone as though they were crystal. He had a bracelet-like necklace around his neck (black in color) and his wings had crystals sticking out of their skeletel structuring near their tops. The glass orb on his tail grew to suit his immense size and a large blue flame lit inside of it. Finally, two more silver horns grew out of the sides of his head, alongside his original, golden ones.
"Alright...let's go!" Spyro said. He got a run up and then spread his wings as he glided along the winds...
Yasuru Hinara...the forgotten court. Rhatara walked through the enormous double doors, carrying Scion in an orb of magical energy. The leader of the A.X.I.S Organization carelessly tossed the black dragon into a wall and stamped his foot on Scion's chest. The black dragon looked up at Rhatara; the blue dragon smirked darkly as he encased Scion in a strong magical prison. Before he left, Scion looked back up at him with a sorrowful look on his face and Rhatara faced the black dragon with a spiteful glare.
"You will now know the price of betraying us...betraying me..." Rhatara said.
"...I'm sorry..." Scion whispered.
"If you had said that years ago...it would have been enough, wretch."
"It's just that...on that day...I thought you were going to abandon me..." after hearing him say that, Rhatara's look softened.
"What?"
"I thought that I wasn't strong enough to be worthy of the position you gave me...after that incident..."
"Scion...I could have never abandoned you. You knew...how much I..." before he could finish his sentence, a loud bell rung in the distance. It struck thirteen times and Rhatara knew what it meant. "I have to go now...there's nothing I can do to save you..."
After Rhatara left, Scion just lied down on his front and awaited his end. He had a chance to think...to think about everything. Why had he turned out the way he did? The only answer to that question was in his most distant memories, those of which he could not access. However, did Scion really care? He had nothing in this world; no family, no friends, no home...no soul. The black dragon's only sense of love came from his big brother...but, the A.X.I.S Organization cruely took him away.
"I guess...there really is nothing for me...than again, like that matters. I deserve to die, anyway.
"No, you don't!" came the voice of that dragon god...Spyro, was his name. The white dragon touched down and reverted his form, running up to the magical prison that held Scion.
"What...what are you doing here?"
"Isn't obvious? I'm here to save you."
"Save me? Why? I'm nothing...but a devil's spawn. I don't deserve your kindness after my behavior at the dragon dojo."
"True, you did act like a real bastard...but that doesn't mean I'm willing to hold that against your life."
"You don't understand! I betrayed the one who first truly cared for me!"
"...what? Who was that?"
"...Rhatara...Rhatara...is he."
"What?! The leader of the A.X.I.S Organization, who hates your guts, was the first one to actually care for you?!"
"Yes...but, this was a different time...in a different place. Now, I don't deserve anyone's kindness...I don't deserve to live..."
"That's not true, Scion. If there is one thing that everyone has a right to...it would be life. No matter what terrible things you have done in your life...there is always a chance to repent for those things...it doesn't have to be painful, either. I mean...the reason I cared about you wasn't because I'm a god and I have to care about all dragons."
"Then...what was it?" After hearing Scion's question, Spyro drew Adamatinacor and shattered the prison with its divine blade. Scion was taken aback.
"It's because you're you. It's because I felt such a strong bond between us...you couldn't feel it because you hid yourself away from the world; you built a barrier around your heart. I was determined to break that barrier...so you could feel those emotions again."
"But...I can't...I'm...I'm a devil...I can't feel your kindness..."
"We'll talk about this later. Come; we have to go."
"You're not going anywhere..." Came a voice...is was Agni.
The third A.X.I.S member stood in the door with an army of strange creatures surrounding her. Spyro studied his enemy and then drew his sword. He could tell Agni was smirking under that mask and she too readied herself for combat...as she reached to remove her mask. Spyro was somewhat apprehensive; the A.X.I.S had the strength to combat his own...the strength of a god. Could he win this battle? And what was Scion's relationship to the A.X.I.S Organization?
Blood Drawn From Scar VI
ValkierieDjermegandre: Just in case you didn't know, I used a reference to greek mythology here. Gleipnir is the strong bond that was made by dwarves to restrain the giant dog, Fenrir.