Spyro the Dragon: Creation and Destruction
By ValkierieDjermegandre
Disclaimer: Sigh...hey! I still don't own Spyro or any related characters that appear in this story! They belong to their respective creators at Vivendi Universal! I own Spyro's god form, his powers and any original characters including, but not limited to, Atlas! I also own the scenario and not...much...else!! Rawwrr!! Okay? Okay.
Plot: Through time, there has always been one god who has been the object of fear; one who's right hand is chaos…who's left hand is destruction…who's very breath is pestilence. Creation and destruction will clash…as forbidden myth becomes black truth…
Notes: It's here! The next part in my Spyro the Dragon God saga, Creation and Destruction. Mostly inspired by my own need for another story to write and an answer to the requests for the next part of the saga (I'm looking at Draganta the Dragonlord and Nightmare King). Hope you like this too!
Book I: The Chaos God
Chapter II: Brother
In an unknown location, there was naught but a white room. The room was decorated with drapes that held different markings upon each one. A large table was set in the very center of the room and a single vase, full of unknown flowers, sat on said table. As a gust of wind blew, it signaled their coming; four dragons appeared around the table. They were each dressed in robes of differing colors and wore their hoods, but it was obvious that they were dragons because of their wings and tails. One stepped forward and set a glass, dragon eye on the table; it revealed an image of the mysterious red dragon. The elder dragon removed his hood and it was revealed that he was the same white dragon that tried to stop the red dragon from traveling to the other world.
"We, the four sage dragons; enforcers of His laws. We have a dangerous problem on our hands." The white dragon said.
"Yes...this red dragon is a major threat to Master Spyro's world and yet he does not know..." One of the others said.
"He has done well to disguise his dark aura...even to disguise his very body." Another stated. It sounded female.
"What should we have expected? After all, he is not one of our kind..." The last one stated. It also sounded female.
"We have not much choice on this matter. We may have to send 'them' after him..."
"We must do what we can...for, there are many consequences if we let him be."
"Yes...sage dragons! Meeting adjorned!"
After that statement was sounded, all of the dragons disappeared in white flashes and the room was left empty. The glass dragon eye remained on the table...still giving off the image of the red dragon, until a bolt of black lightening struck inside of the room; a massive body of a dragon appeared inside of the room as a result. He was also red and he had four horns arching out from his head; two protruded from his forehead that branched like antlers to form more horns and two from the behind his head that cirled around themselves, arching to his cheeks. There were many black markings on his head and his eyes were a demonic green; white hair arhced up from his head and resembled the hair of the small red dragon. Silver rings hung from two long locks of hair and a single horn poked forth from his snout. The rest of his body was covered in a black cloak, but his long tail could be seen; it looked ten to twenty feet long and enormous ridges rose from it as it ended in a crystal cluster. This red dragon stomped toward the table and looked at the image of the small red dragon; he smirked.
"Hmm...what is it that they are planning against me? Those foolish sage dragons; they don't know what they are dealing with..." the red dragon growled.
He looked at the glass dragon eye and brought his fist down on it; the object smashed with no trouble. The red dragon smirked and left the room...leaving a storm of black feathers and lightening in his wake...
Back at the Dragon Dojo, the red dragon Spyro found slept peacefully in a large bed. Tomas looked at him to be sure and then he closed the door soundlessly. Spyro walked up to Tomas and looked at him curiously.
"He's sleeping peacefully..." Tomas said.
"That's good. Hey, did you get his name while I was gone?" Spyro asked.
"Well, he slept from when you brought him here to this present time. Pretty safe bet that couldn't get his name."
"Sigh...oh well, when he wakes up, I'll ask him."
"Yeah...speaking of, I think you are way too nice, Master Spyro. You don't even know this dragon's name and you brought him here for our care."
"Maybe I am too nice. But it's not like it's hard to do a benevolent deed for someone; even if you don't know who they are."
"How saintly of you. Now I must go with the other elders, I'm afraid. Apparentely, there was a disturbance associated with the meteor shower. I'll be back, young master."
"Alright. Have fun."
Tomas patted Spyro on the head and left. The latter turned back around and walked into the room and, coincedentely, the red dragon awoke with a great yawn. From this, his fangs could be seen and they were quite big for his age. He rubbed his green eyes and looked around the room; it didn't take long for a puzzled look to take his face. Then he saw Spyro as the dragon god walked towards him; the red dragon shuffled in the bed that was given to him.
"So, you're awake. I'm glad...hmm? Is there something wrong?" Spyro said.
"Are...you a god?" the red dragon said. His voice sounded similar to Spyro's, if not somewhat lighter.
"God? Oh yeah, I am a dragon god. I'm the dragon god of creation, Spyro. What's your name?"
"My name? I'm Atlas. Atlas the dragon."
"Atlas, huh? That's a cool name. Well, let's go! I'll show you around."
Atlas smiled and leaped out of bed; he stumbled as he touched the ground, but caught himself before he could fall. He smiled embarassedly at Spyro and ran out the door ahead of the dragon god. Spyro scratched his head and went to go catch up with Atlas...
Outside of the Dragon Dojo, the skies were covered with clouds; more than likely as an after effect of the snowstorm. Atlas looked at the snow on the ground and he looked puzzled; Spyro walked up to him as he started to touch the snow.
"What, you've never seen snow before?" Spyro asked. Atlas shook his head.
"Where I came from, there wasn't anything like this..." Atlas said.
"Are you sad?" came a voice.
Spyro gripped his sword handle and crouched in a battle-ready position. A flash of white signaled his coming and in but a moment, the white dragon that Atlas encountered appeared before the two dragons. The dragon god rose his eyebrow curiously, but Atlas started to back away. The white sage dragon narrowed his eyes at Atlas, but then turned his attention to Spyro.
"Ah, master Spyro...'tis an honor to finally meet you. I am Yokurious; one of the four sage dragons. I have come to retrieve that dragon that is standing behind you." Yokurious said.
"Hmm? Atlas?" Spyro asked.
"Be quiet, Yokurious! Don't say another word!" Atlas roared.
"Hmph...you really have no respect for anyone. Master Spyro, this dragon is a threat to your world. He can't be allowed to stay here."
"Stay here? What's going on?"
"Nothing. Don't listen to him! He's just trying to take me away!"
"Silence, Atlas; you have no say in this matter."
"Raaargh! Shut your trap, Yokurious!"
Atlas ran out from behind Spyro and tried to rake Yokurious with his claws, but the sage dragon jumped back transformed his staff into a longsword and his robes into a long cape. It was then that all of the marks and runes on his body became visible. Yokurious dashed at Atlas with a quick thrust; Atlas, however, was quicker and leaped upon the sage dragon's sword. The red dragon then followed this maneuver by taking in air and releasing a stream of white flames that burned his foe; but Yokurious easily brushed off this attack.
"Hmph...nice try, but you can't challenge me with normal, dragonian techniques..." Yokurious said.
"Damn, he's right. But, I can't use my real powers here...but, maybe I don't have to go that far. Maybe I just need a diversion so that I can get a really good hit..." Atlas thought, as he put his hand on one of the scrolls that he carried.
"Now, submit to light, psuedo dragon!!"
"Not so fast! Scroll of Space!!" Atlas quickly pulled a scroll from his bag and unrolled it, resulting in a large caligrophy brush appearing in his hand.
"You would distort space in front of a dragonian god?!"
"If it can get rid of you, hell yeah!"
A smirk creased Atlas' maw as he began to draw symbol after symbol on the scroll. Spyro stood confused as nothing was happening, but then the air began to get thicker and soon after, that same air began to slash at the sage dragon. The dragon god had no words for what he was seeing; Atlas, on the other hand, rolled up the scroll and dashed toward his opponent. The red dragon jumped up and hit Yokurious really hard with his tail; the sage dragon stumbled back and then gave Atlas a disgusted look.
"You...you're an even more disgusting creature than I thought of you. Atlas the dragon...you don't deserve any mercy..." Yokurious said.
"Dammit, he's still up?" Atlas said. It was clear that he running out of ideas.
"Hold it, Yokurious." Spyro said.
"Yes, young master?"
"Look; this is my world, so I'll take care of this."
"Master Spyro, I...very well. I trust in your judgement, young master."
Yokurious gave Atlas one last glare and then disappeared in a plume of white light. The red dragon wiped his brow and then collapsed to the ground, breathing very hard. He looked over to his left shoulder and then he gasped in panic; a section of his red scales seemed to be washing off and revealing something painted in black. It seemed as though he had painted over something with red paint to make it blend with his scales. Atlas put his hand over his shoulder and looked around nervously.
"Man, that was close, right...hmm? What's wrong?" Spyro asked.
"N-Nothing! I'm fine!" Atlas stammered. Spyro shifted his eyebrow and looked at his friend's shoulder.
"What, did you get hurt? Is it a burn mark?"
"Sigh...I'm fine, Spyro; no need to worry about me. Thanks for everything, big brother. I'm gonna go take a quick bath..."
"A...bath? When the sun is setting? Oh well, I'm in no position to judge...oh wait, yes I am. Big brother..."
"Thanks to you, I was still able to enjoy the life that I had. I always wandered in the darkness...hoping to someday just be ended...but then, I saw you...in the light that I didn't even know I had. You stopped me from making some horrible decisions that could have resulted in the end of myself...or the world. I'm happy that you were there...you took the place of Jormungandre as my big brother..."
"Scion..."
"Goodbye...Big Brother Spyro"
"Scion...!"
"Scion...why do I still mourn for you? It's been two years already..."
Spyro closed his eyes and stood in the twilight sunset as he watched Atlas go back to the Dragon Dojo. Did the red dragon remind him of the black dragon from so long ago...the black dragon that he couldn't protect? He also wondered what that sage dragon was talking about...as far as Spyro was concerned, Atlas was completely harmless. He couldn't possibly be a threat to the world...right?
Inside of a special room of the Dragon Dojo, Atlas sat in a tub of boiling water, looking somewhat forlorn. He looked at his left shoulder and his eyes grew wide when he saw it: an inverted pentagram had been revealed on his shoulder. It looked as though it were painted on with black ink, but given that it wasn't washing off at all, it was probably burned into his scales. He closed his eyes when he looked at and as twilight took the skies in the distance, Atlas began to growl and thrash in the water. The red dragon's green eyes became increasingly demonic and before any other changes could occur, he pulled out his brush and dipped it on his scales, covering the tip with red ink. Atlas than painted over the glowing pentagram and as soon as he did, he stopped thrashing and growling; the twilight lost its effects on him. The red dragon started breathing really hard and looked at the grimoire that sat on the counter along with his other belongings.
"Sacred Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens...within your pages lie everything that a dragon could want to know as long as he does...but, why can't you tell me about myself...?" Atlas said. The red dragon lost his thoughts, however when he heard the sound of the door opening. Elder Astor peared into the room and smiled at Atlas.
"I was just checking on you, young one. Are you alright?" Astor said.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't need anything." Atlas replied.
"That's good. Hmm...isn't the sunset beautiful? The twilit skies always make me feel at peace after a long day. What about you?"
"They have some kind of effect on me, that's for sure..."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, I agree. They are pretty peaceful..."
Astor gave a worried look and left the room and Atlas to his bath. The red dragon turned over and rested his head on the surrounding floor; he didn't know why twilight made him so angry and demonic, but he always thought it had something to do with his heritage. The red dragon wasn't sure...and he also wasn't sure that he could continue to keep his secret from Spyro for very much longer. Somehow, someway he knew that he was going to screw up...and then, Spyro would leave him alone...just like the others..."
Meanwhile, back at the Artisan palace, Spyro sat in his room in his bed, thinking about the events of the day. He thought about what that sage dragon said about Atlas and those strange powers that the red dragon displayed. More than anything, though, he wondered what Atlas was making such a big deal out of with his shoulder. If it was a slight injury, the dragon god could have healed it no problem; instead, the red dragon didn't tell him anything at all. In the midst of his thinking, the white dragon didn't notice his dragonfly friend fly into the room.
"Hmm? Oh, hey Sparx. What's up?" Spyro asked.
"I'm a little confused, Spyro. Who's that red dragon that you brought to the dojo?" Spark asked.
"I thought I told you. That's Atlas. I don't know where he came from and, apparentely, neither does he."
"So...what makes you think you can trust him?"
"Now you too? Look; I'm a god. I think I can trust in my own judgement and so can everyone else. If Atlas was trouble, than I'd know it."
"You sure didn't know that Scion was toating around the king of demons inside of him before it was too late two years ago..."
"And in the end, it wasn't Scion's fault. Besides, Jormungandre was a part of Lucid."
"Before that, you wouldn't have known that Seroth was trouble until Spira told you."
"I wasn't a god at that time! Plus, Spira knew the guy longer than I did and even so, Seroth turned out to be a good guy!"
"And then there's Spyrol..."
"You will stop at nothing to prove me wrong, will you? Your theories are botched because it's the same case with Spyrol; he wasn't a legit bad guy."
"Having a little trouble there, my son?" came the voice of only one dragon.
A blue feather dropped into the center of the room and he appeared. He was a dark blue dragon with long red and purple hair. 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 walked up to Spyro and gave him a tight hug.
"Spira! Wow, talk about timing." Spyro said.
"Hey, Spira!" Sparx said.
"Greetings, Sparx. Man...I'm tired. Those two years of peace gave me the time to catch up with the Dragonian Spirit Guardians; I guess I forgot how much of riot they could be." Spira said.
"Hah, hah! Yeah...Syre, Phyre, Yuryre, Ruinyre, Okiryre and Lucyre seemed like they would've missed you when I last saw them."
"They miss you too. When they saw me they asked, 'so where's your trippy son?'"
"Hah hah, real funny. So what's up?"
"Well...I felt a disturbance so I came to check if everything was alright."
"A disturbance? Not many disturbances here...unless, you count the appearance of these strange dragons called Sage Dragons..."
"The Sage Dragons?! They only materialize in this world when the laws of the Supreme Judge have been defiled. There has to be something extremely wrong here..." As soon as Spira said this, the door to Spyro's room opened and the obvious disturbance walked in.
"Hey, Spyro I--" Atlas started.
He stopped the minute he saw Spira. The blue dragon god narrowed his eyes at the red dragon and began to slowly walk toward him. Soon, Spira stood toe to toe with Atlas and he stared down at the red dragon with his eyes lik daggers. He put his hand on Atlas' head and then something struck him.
"You...you're not from this world, are you?" Spira said, with a dark tone.
"Could you give me a warning before you start touching me and going inside of my brain?!" Atlas said, as he smacked Spira's hand away.
"Spyro...who is this dragon?"
"Oh, umm...that's Atlas...why?"
"Atlas...where have I heard that name before...hey, where did you come from?" Atlas was silent. Instead, he just turned around and ran out of the room. Spira turned toward Spyro with a serous look about his face. "Spyro, where did that dragon come from?"
"I don't know; when I first met him, he told me didn't know where he came from...why are you so worried?"
"Because...if he is the disturbance, which I'm sure he is, there is a chance that he could be a Yokkurei!!"
Spyro was taken aback. He couldn't breath; to think that he not only assisted in breaking the Supreme Judge's law...but, he also invited a Yokkurei dragon into his world. Spira went over to comfort Spyro, but the latter pushed out of his arms and looked out the window toward the stars; it all hit the dragon god like a steel club. Atlas must have come to his world during the rain of shooting star souls when it would look the most indescreet...but, why would a Yokkurei come to the Dragon Realms and disguise himself at that? Atlas seemed so innocent and Tomas said that Yokkurei were savage and merciless. Was it a misunderstanding...or was something really wrong here...?
End Chapter Two...next chapter, Confession...
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