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 VII: Another Story

A storm was brewing. Spyro once again found himself up against an A.X.I.S member; the phoenix, Agni. Spyro nervously bared Adamatinacor...he knew the A.X.I.S Organization was not to be taken lightly. Scion looked at the white dragon; he felt that this was his fault. The black dragon could do nothing, however...he left his sword at the dragon dojo and he had no idea how to summon it. Big brother Jormungandre helped him the first time. Agni looked at the black dragon and halted her hand before she reached her mask; she thought of a better idea than fighting Spyro herself.

"So...you ready?" Spyro said. Agni chuckled.

"Oh, master Spyro...you are so silly..." Agni said. Spyro rose an eyebrow.

"Uhh...excuse me?"

"I'm not going to do battle with you..."

"Than I guess I'll have to do battle with you..." Scion interrupted.

"On the contrary, brother...you are going to do battle with Spyro."

"What are you...?"

"Look at me, Scion...look into my eyes...know only my gaze of truth...show us who you truly are..."

Before Scion could react, he felt himself going into a deep trance. Through her mask, Agni's eyes glowed a deep blue and Scion's eyes responded by becoming bottemless black voids. His pupils disappeared and he lost control of his body. Agni jumped back above the archway over the door and held in her hands, a marionette of Scion. She moved a few of the limbs and Scion turned around toward Spyro. The latter was confused, until the former jumped at him and tried to rake the dragon god with his claws. Spyro quickly dodged to avoid the attack.

"What?! Scion, snap out of it!" Spyro called.

His call fell on deaf ears, however, as the black dragon leaped at him once more with another claw attack. Spyro jumped back and continued to dodge Scion's attacks. After a few minutes, Agni became annoyed and ran her hand across the doll.

"This...isn't working. Let's change tactics, Scion. Let your anger and demonic soul take over your heart..." Agni said.

Scion stopped moving and he roared while gripping his head. Once he calmed down, his pupils had returned, but they were completely red and Scion himself looked extremely angry. As an add-on, Agni pulled out a miniature version of Scion's Orichalcum sword and placed it in the marionette's hand; the blade immediately came to the black dragon and he weilded it against Spyro with pure malice in his eyes. Spyro was somewhat fearful.

"Scion...calm down. You don't--" Spyro started.

His voice once again fell on deaf ears as Scion interrupted the dragon god with an earth-shaking roar and rushed at him with his sword. Spyro bared his own blade and blocked Scion's quick horizontal strike, but the latter immediately dug his sword into the ground and, using the blade as a pivot, jumped and roundhoused the former; Spyro was sent flying from the force of not only Scion's foot, but his demonic aura. The black dragon chased his opponent and sliced his chest with a vertical slash; the latter took the blow and crashed to the ground. The white dragon god looked at his chest; blood.

"What?! Why am I...?" Spyro thought.

The dragon god redirected his attention when he heard Scion coming after him. Spyro quickly dodged to the side and countered Scion's attempted attack with a sword combo of his own. While the black dragon staggered, Spyro executed a hard kick to the side of Scion's head. As the latter dropped from the former's attack, the white dragon god grabbed Scion by his neck and tossed him into the far wall; the black dragon sailed through the wall as a result. Spyro stood his guard as Scion emerged; the latter growled in anger and rushed at the former once more. Scion rose his blade and swung it hard; releasing a wave of purple flames. Spyro easily guarded with his own sword, but didn't foresee Scion quickly running up to him and striking him with his tail. Spyro was sent sailing into the air and Scion was ready to respond.

The towers on his arms and theighs aimed at the dragon god as though they were cannons. Energy began to gather into those towers and they then shot off that energy in the form of four blasts of chaos energy. Spyro responded by raising his palm and...

"Virhah Su Torea!!" Spyro called. A shield projected from the dragon god's palm and it deflected the black dragon's energy. "Take this! Adamatama Sherukuya!!"

Spyro raised his fist and it became coated in ethereal energy. The energy solidified and formed a comet-like crystal of adamant over the dragon god's fist and he plummeted from the air, towards the ground, and right into Scion. A grand shockwave followed along with many, large crystals of adamant tearing out of the ground. When the dust cleared, Spyro jumped off of Scion and looked at the black dragon lying on the ground. He struggled to rise and when he did, Spyro immediately prepared for another assault. Above the battleground, Agni was quite disappointed.

"Wow...this is more trouble than it's worth. Alright, Scion...show him the great dragon demon that lies within you...show him what your big brother left you..." Agni said.

Once Agni had finished that sentence, Scion dropped his sword and began to stagger as black lightening arced across his body. The black dragon gripped his throat as if he had trouble breathing and then he dropped to the ground, holding himself up on his hands. Spyro looked at Scion, but staggered back as the Orichalcum crystals shot out of his back and levitated in the air. Events became eerier, however, as scars began to appear on the black dragon's back as though a blade was cutting him. Thirteen of them appeared and they formed "XIII" with some designs around it. An enormous magic circle appeared under Scion and he began to transform.

He grew into a terrifying beast dragon, with jet black fur all over his body and shining white mane, paws, and belly. He had a single, silver nose horn and four golden horns protruding from behind his long ears. There were red, glowing runes all over his body and his claws and talons were very long. He had a long neck from which spikes came out of and four large black wings whose membranes were metallic silver and had golden spikes on their ends. Six long dragon whiskers slithered out from the sides of his head and wrapped around his neck; each whisker had a bell on its end. He wore a collar with an incantation on it, along with a single chain link that supported a scarf. Long ridges ripped out of his back and trailed all the way down to his tail, which had a crystal cluster on its end. Long tendrils spreaded out from the beginning section of his tail and wrapped around the tail. Finally, he wore an armor plate on his chest, anklets on his legs, and there was a large gem on the front of his snout. He looked at Spyro with his crimson red eyes and picked up his sword with his tail; the weapon grew to suit the dragon's immense size. Spyro was taken aback; it was similar to the dragon statue that stood on the dojo.

"What...what the hell?! He looks like--" Spyro started.

"Yes, lord Spyro...the dragon that nearly destroyed the existence of all...meet Omikami Scion no Jormungandre!!" Agni declared. Her attitude melted, however, when the doll she held began to crack. "What is this...?"

"S-Scion...are you here...?"

"I...I...I..." Scion struggled to say. His thoughts were interrupted by his eyes glowing sinisterly.

The beast dragon roared and stamped his foot on the ground; causing a rush of ice crystals to make their way toward Spyro. The dragon god released a divine wave from his sword in an attempt to stop the attack. The crystals shattered from Spyro's divine force and Scion was not happy.

"Grooooar! Bloody Tower!!" Scion roared.

He lifted his front paws off of the ground and slammed them back down along with his wings tearing through the earth. This action caused a shockwave that resulted in many red, spiked towers rising from the ground. Spyro dodged as best he could, but he was struck by one of them. The dragon god fell to the ground, but he had to get moving again, as his opponent was attempting to stomp on him. Spyro spread his ethereal wings and got out of the way; avoiding Scion's ground-shaking step. The dragon god drew his sword and prepared to transform, however...

"No, you don't! Scorpio Venom!!" Scion roared.

The beast dragon stood still, drew in air, then exaled it in the form of a venomous mist. Spyro, given his godhood, felt he didn't have anything to worry about...but suddenly, he felt his chi stop flowing. The white dragon god found his body feeling heavy and he soon dropped out of the air. Scion smirked evilly and slowly walked up to Spyro with his lumbering body. The latter forced his body up and supported himself on his sword.

"Dammit...what the hell...?" Spyro said.

"Hmph...normally, this venom would kill immediately...but, with your kind, it stops the flow of your chi." Scion growled.

"Why...why are you...?"

"Why? Insolence...don't question the king of demons!!"

Scion lifted his foot and Spyro felt that it was the end of him...until a bolt of divine lightening struck the demon king's nose horn and forced him back. Spyro looked toward the source and it happened to be Spira, once again delivering an unexpected life saving. Spira quickly ran over to his son and just as quickly jumped away to avoid the recovering demon king. The blue dragon god looked at the transformed Scion and gave him a disgusted look.

"You shame your kind, Scion. How dare you use such power?!" Spira said.

"Silence! You say I shame my kind?! You shamed your kind many times! Failing to permanently seal the Shadow realm; failing to defeat the demon king...who I am now; failing to protect your precious Sakur...even losing your own son and even forgetting who he was. Hell, you kept so many secrets from him that it's a wonder why he trusts you! You are no god! You are just a being that occupies an existence of a false deity! Don't you dare talk to me about shaming my kind!"

"You shut your--" Spyro started.

"No...Spyro...he's right..." Spira whispered.

"Spira..."

"Of course, I'm right...now die!! Zodiac Flare!!"

"Scion, stop! Time doesn't rule you! You don't have to do this! This isn't you!" Upon hearing those words, Scion stopped and his pupils reappeared in his eyes...recalling a distant memory...

A dark cavern. There were torches lit with blue flames lining the walls, which were in turn lined with runes. Giant footprints were apparent in the stone and, at the end of the hall, it was clear what put them there. The enormous beast-dragon that Spyro was fighting was chained to a wall at the end of the hall; its eyes were closed and its paws were radiating with energy. It looked similar to Scion, except its fur was a blood red, rather than black. The dragon stood still and thought about its imminent demise...until the door at the other end of the hall opened. The dragon opened its eyes and set them on the armored, dragonian soldiers that were walking toward him. He suspected that they were there to kill him, but then they undid the chains. The beast-dragon was confused and then one of the soldiers spoke.

"Listen up...you will be freed, on one condition..." the lead soldier said.

"And that condition would be...?" The beast-dragon said.

"You serve under our master...as a weapon of war."

"What?"

"Well...what will it be?"

"Grrr...you must be joking! I would never serve under the likes of you!!"

The beast-dragon's anger caused his eyes to glow; signaling that his demonic aura was strengthening. The beast-dragon stood still and in less than a few seconds, the cavern began to rattle and quake. Fissures were ripping through the ground and the area began to be torn apart as though an earthquake were occuring. The dragonian soldiers became fearful and started to run...but the door was blocked by debris falling from the cieling. The beast-dragon smirked darkly and soon, the cavern was no more. All that was left was a large crater where ruins stood...and a black, baby dragon. It was wrapped in chains and lying on the ground sleeping. A gust of wind blew and another dragon appeared. He looked at the black dragon and picked it up in his arms...he had a look of great sympathy on his face. The baby dragon opened its eyes and looked at the dragon that was holding it. The dragon looked at the markings on the baby dragon's body and closed his eyes.

"Scion...I will call you Scion...Omikami Scion no Jormungandre. Do you like that? My name...would be Rhatara." Rhatara said. Scion bagan to cry in his arms and he walked off...with the demon child...

Scion stood dumbstruck. He would have never expected that memory to come back. Why was Spyro triggering all of his recollections? What other fragments of his memory could be missing? The beast-dragon completely stopped moving and looked around the room; he knew that this mayhem was his doing. Then he looked down at Spyro...his heart was struck. Scion closed his eyes and reverted his form; he picked up his sword and stared at the demonic insignia on the blade.

"I...I remember now. The A.X.I.S Organization was my first real family. Rhatara took me in...before my treachery was known. I lived with them; Rhatara was my father...and Fenrex, Agni, and Vatis were my siblings. We used to love eachother deeply..." Scion said.

"Then, what happened to make them hate you?" Spira asked.

"A mistake. One day, a fierce demon hoarde attacked our home. I was just an infant so I had to sit back while everyone else did the fighting. My siblings seemed to be pushing them back...but, in the end there were just too many of them. At the last moment, when I thought Rhatara was about to be killed, I got really sad and transformed into the king of demons. Even though the demon hoarde stopped at the sight of me, I still went on a rampage and started killing them all. I was using every forbidden art in the book..."

"Wow..."

"After witnessing my evil, the A.X.I.S Organization was fearful of me...and also fearful for the world if I continued to exist. During the night that came, I ran away and used my powers to open a dimensional rift...where I escaped to the Dreamscape and started my life with my new parents...but, of course, we know that story. After that, I met big brother Jormungandre...and became the evil dragon, XIII..."

"I see...you were a demonic from the start...Jormungandre had nothing to do with that..."

"...born in the Phantom Dimension and destined to be tormented and tortured, until I decided to just destroy the world and live in darkness...thus, is the prophecy of my birth. I never wanted to hurt anyone..."

"Damn...now I feel bad for sending the dragonian spirit guardians after you..."

"I...I don't know what I'm going to do now...maybe death is still the better fate..."

"No, it's not. Death won't solve anything. If anything, death might just make it worse." Spyro said.

"You may be right...if anything...let's get out of this hell hole..."

After that statement, Scion dissolved his sword and used his claws to open a dimensional portal. Spyro and Spira half-heartedly entered the portal and just before he jumped in, Scion looked back; Agni was nowhere to be found and there was no sign of Rhatara. Rhatara...did he wish to make amends to Scion? Or did he still wish to kill him? Scion put these questions aside and definetely didn't want to say farewell. Everything he knew was dissolved...the past had no hold on him now...but his demonic nature did...

In the dimensional stream, Spyro and Spira kept taking glances at Scion. The black dragon looked even more forelorn than normal. The two dragon gods felt an overwhelming need to help him, but what could they do? Scion was too far gone; nothing could be done to mend the fragments of his broken heart. Their thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sight of a jet black shadow passing over them and they were more disturbed when Scion seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

"What the hell?!" Spyro said.

"Be careful, Spyro; something is bending the dimensional fabric and turning us off course!" Spira said. The blue dragon god was right and sooner than they could think, they found themselves in another dimension, but it wasn't the dragon realms...

Blood Drawn From Scar VII