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 III: Confession
A starry night was dinged with an atmosphere of despair. Outside, under the cosmos, Atlas sat at the top of a hill that overlooked the Great Artisan Lake. The red dragon stared at the sky reflected off of the pristine waters; he had an intense touch of anger in his eyes. Atlas wanted to rend and tear every fabric of Spira's existence for bringing such suspicion on him, but he know that he could not do that here…unless he really wanted to expose himself. Sighing out of indecision, Atlas pulled out his brush and one of his scrolls and began to paint the seascape before him; it helped the red dragon calm down. From the plains behind Atlas, the white dragon god walked; Spyro looked across the plains and set his eyes on Atlas; his father's words still rung in his mind…
"Could Atlas…really be a Yokkurei? He doesn't even look like he fits the description of a Yokkurei…" Spyro said. He walked up to Atlas and gazed at the red dragon's painting; he was silently impressed, "…hey."
"…" Atlas winced at the sound of Spyro's voice, "…Spyro…"
"If I were to ask you a question would you answer me truthfully?"
"It depends on the question. Hell, I might not even answer you at all."
"…my father said that you might be a Yokkurei…is that true?"
"Sigh…" Atlas was silent for a few seconds, "Should I really…no, I can't. If I tell him the absolute truth, than he'll just get rid of me like the others. However, if I lie to him and he finds out later…than that'll be just as bad as telling him now."
"Atlas?"
"No. Why would I be a Yokkurei? If I was, than I would rip your neck off for pointing me out!"
"…Okay. So, you're not a Yokkurei?"
"What, you don't trust me?"
"How could he, little one?" came a voice.
Atlas cringed as he turned his attention to the moonlit seas. A large flash of light signaled the coming of another sage dragon; this one had spots of yellow on her robe and lightening bolt designs. She also had long blue hair and two locks that each ended in crystal clips. She looked at Atlas with her sharp, ice blue eyes and smirked. Atlas backed up crouched down on all fours, growling intensely.
"Now, now…do we really have to just jump into battle like this?" the dragon said.
"What does it matter? You sage dragons are after me anyways; we may as well not stall!" Atlas said.
"Damn, what did you do?" Spyro said.
"Ah, master Spyro; forgive my rudeness. I am Laxeius; I trust that you've already run into my brother, Yokurious…"
"Yokurious is your brother? In that case, this shouldn't be any—"
"Silence, Yokkurei! In any case, master Spyro, you can't hope to believe any words that this 'dragon' says; he is only lying to get to your heart and slip into your world."
"Shut up, Laxeius! You don't know anything!"
"Like it matters what I know…what really matters, is that you either go back and live your horrible life or die. It really is your choice."
"Grr…damn you to hell…" Atlas' rising anger produced a blood red aura from his body…the heat was causing the paint that covered his pentagram to melt.
"Ha, ha…even if you don't want to, your anger is going to reveal your dirty little secret…"
"I'm gonna—"
"What? Come; let it go…let your fury release. It's all the better for me, anyway."
"Shut your face!!"
Atlas charged past Spyro with blinding speed and attacked Laxeius with his tail, but the sage dragon jumped away and drew a bow from her ether; it was encrusted with gems and runes. The sage dragon pulled back on the string and an arrow of pure wind appeared. She smirked and let it fly; it glided toward Atlas as though it were a gust of wind itself and raked past the red dragon's left shoulder, revealing a section of his pentagram at the same time.
"Damn!" Atlas thought to himself.
"What's wrong, Ah-kun? You look so tense." Laxeius taunted.
"What the hell did you just call me?!"
Atlas ignored his coming problem and dashed off of the air itself as he headed for Laxeius. Watching Atlas fight, Spyro thought that he was acting very strange. Dragons don't usually rely on their claws so much; they usually use their breath and magic. Was Laxeius right? Was Spira right?
Meanwhile, Laxeius was having no trouble keeping Atlas at bay. Strike after strike, Atlas missed her and the angrier he got, the more his pentagram was revealing itself. Finally, the sage dragon jumped back and prepared another arrow. She fired it effortlessly and it sailed toward Atlas with blinding speed. The red dragon ducked under the arrow gracefully and struck Laxeius with a horizontal claw attack. The sage dragon staggered back and countered quickly by slashing Atlas with her bow; the red dragon found that the edges were just as sharp as a sword. To make matters worse, she struck in the worst possible place; Atlas' left shoulder.
"…pant, pant…what are you…trying to do?" Atlas growled. Laxeius smirked darkly.
"Oh, nothing…just trying to expose you for the evil that you are." Laxeius said.
"…"
"Your ancestors would be very disappointed in you; hiding your heritage like that."
"Your ancestors would be disappointed in you!! You're using your power like a damn sadist!"
"Me? A sadist? Ha, that's funny! Especially coming from you, Yokkurei."
"Damn y—nngh!"
Atlas stopped mid-sentence. He looked at his shoulder and the pentagram was slightly reacting. The red dragon than looked over his shoulder and the sight horrified him; the sun was just coming up. He knew that twilight wasn't just between dusk and night; it was also between dawn and day. Atlas sank to his knees as he tried to suppress the savage urge that was rising from the depths of his body.
"Atlas! What's wrong?!" Spyro asked.
"Stay away from him, master Spyro! He is very dangerous!" Laxeius warned.
Atlas began to dig his claws into the ground. The fact that he knew everyone was watching him made him really uncomfortable; especially knowing that Spyro was right there. After a while, he couldn't suppress it anymore, but the red dragon refused to let everything come out. Thinking quickly, Atlas ripped the chain off of his body and broke the seal on the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens. The red dragon quickly flipped through the pages and ran his fingers over it; the effect was a black mist washing over him and, when it disappeared, the red dragon disappeared too. Spyro was very confused and a little worried, somewhat angry.
"He lied." Laxeius said. Spyro looked up.
"…what?" Spyro said.
"He lied to you, master Spyro. Atlas the dragon…he is a Yokkurei."
"…"
"He doesn't deserve your kindness. Banish him from this world. Send him to his rightful place in hell."
After her speech, Laxeius smiled to Spyro and disappeared; the white dragon god was conflicted. He couldn't deny it anymore and Atlas couldn't either; that red dragon was a…Yokkurei. Spyro looked up at the sky and covered his eyes…mostly in frustration. When the white dragon god uncovered his eyes, he noticed something falling from the sky: black feathers. Spyro reached out and grabbed one between his fingers…it was painful to hold as it shocked him when he held it.
"What the hell is…huh?!" Spyro said. The mark of surprise came from a strange voice that spoke to him…from inside of his heart.
"Mikani Boku Aisuré Hakai Domo…Kami Spyro zu Doragon…"
After hearing this phrase, Spyro immediately threw the feather to the ground and it burned as it touched the grass. Now he definitely knew that there was something more to Atlas…something dangerous. The white dragon god followed the trail of feathers in the sky…hoping to uncover a truth or two…
In a dense forest near the Artisan palace, Atlas sat in a spring. His pentagram was covered once again and he ran his fingers across it; he was obviously depressed. He laid his head on the grass surrounding the water and didn't even hint at moving when he heard footsteps. The red dragon moved his pupils and saw the white body and that's all he needed to see. Spyro looked at the red dragon with intense gaze of anger in his eyes; Atlas said nothing to the dragon god.
"Atlas…" Spyro growled.
"Alright, alright…I get it. I'll confess. I'm…I'm…I'm a…a Yokkurei…"
"So…you really are a…"
"Yes! I said it already, dammit! I'm a Yokkurei!!"
"Why didn't you—"
"Why didn't I tell you?! How stupid can you be?! I didn't tell you because I'm not even supposed to be here according to 'the supreme judge's laws'! I knew that if I told you, either you or any of these pure dragons would kill me, or send me back!! Back to that accursed world!"
"Why…why would you call your own world…cursed?"
"Because…when we Yokkurei were banished from this world, we weren't sent to a place that was…user friendly, you could say. We were banished to a harsh wasteland that truly tested the meaning of the theory 'only the strong survive'. To say the least, we were very angry with your kind…"
"Why did I expect that?"
"'Why should they get the pure lands?!', they said 'why must we be condemned to this hell hole?!' they said. Though soon, we grew used to the lands and continued to live there…though there's no excusing the horrid acts committed there…all in the name of survival."
"Horrid acts? Like what…?"
"You know, ripping one another's heads off, biting each other…even devouring one another. Shattering souls with our magic, destroying homes and even snapping one another's necks for fun. This was daily in our lives…"
"Wow…that's terrible…so what Tomas told me was true…"
"And then…and then I was born. When this red dragon was born, he lost everything from the get go. My mother died from giving birth to me and my father was murdered. I had no friends because number one, Yokkurei dragons rarely have friends and number two, everyone was afraid of me or hated me."
"Why would everyone hate you?"
"I don't know…something being the incarnation of the devil or something…the God of Destruction or some crap like that…"
Spyro was severely stricken by that statement. What Atlas just said could mean two things: either was going to die like the others before him or he could really be the true God of Destruction. He was strongly considering the second one, considering the strange and violent behavior that Atlas displayed as the sun was coming up. Adding to that possibility, it seemed entirely possible that the God of Destruction could be a Yokkurei. But he quickly dismissed his thoughts.
"Atlas…I can't say I appreciate the fact that you lied to me…three times, was it? But I certainly don't think you deserve to live in such a place…" Spyro said.
"So…what are you…?" Atlas said. He was silently hoping.
"I think I'll let you stay with me. I'll see if I can reason with the sage dragons."
"They won't listen. They follow the Supreme Judge's laws."
"Well…I'll figure something out, even if it includes kicking some ass."
Atlas' face lit up and he jumped at Spyro with a sincere hug. The red dragon began to silently sob in the white dragon god's chest and while he stroked Atlas' hair, Spyro had many thoughts coursing through his mind.
"Something is really not right here. Those sage dragons…what are they truly? Are they the real sage dragons…or something else?" Spyro thought. He continued to contemplate the situation while the words of his agreement rang through the dragon god's heart…his decision made him feel right…
In an unknown location, the sage dragon Yokurious walked a white hall. The hall was decorated with paintings (white) and other murals; the flowers and vases were also white. The white sage dragon seemed to have much on his mind given his blank stare. And then a wind blew…it was cold and made the sage dragon feel sick. Behind Yokurious, a storm of black feathers gathered and from them, a red dragon foot came down and stomped the floor. When all of the feathers dissipated, the cloaked red dragon appeared and gave Yokurious a nasty scowl. The latter jumped back in utter horror.
"You! You are--!" Yokurious started. Before the white dragon could finish his sentence, the red dragon rammed him and held him to wall by his neck.
"You make me really sick, Yokurious…you and all of these 'sage' dragons!!" the red dragon growled.
"W..what?!"
"Trying to dispose of me?! You must be joking!"
"You are not all powerful…" the red dragon's eyes sharpened and his grip tightened, "graagh!!"
"Not all powerful…not all powerful?! You blind, old fool! Do you know who I am?!"
At this point, Yokurious didn't know how long he could hold on to his life as this red dragon was choking him. The white dragon finally decided to fight against this evil; he reached his hand up and emitted a weak blast of light to blind his offender. The red dragon stumbled back and Yokurious was able to release himself, countering with a roundhouse as he was freed. The red dragon recovered from Yokurious' attack and roared; the white sage dragon hunched back in defense as he could tell what was coming. The area began to violently quake as towers of fire, ice, lightening, earth, white and black wind, and stardust surrounded the red dragon. They each formed large swords that had the same design.
They had long handles (five to six feet long) and hemisphere-shaped hand guards that had four spikes on the lower side. The blades were as long as the handle and they were as thick as the blade of Spyro's Adamatinacor; they had demonic runes up and down the blades and a long scythe blade extension grew out from the top on one side. The red dragon swung his hand in front of his body and the activity ceased as the swords floated all around him.
"Who…who the hell are you?" Yokurious said, as he drew his staff.
"Me…? You may call me…A—Twilight. Now, die!!" Twilight said.
Twilight dashed at Yokurious with his six blades floating around him. Before he reached Yokurious, Twilight disappeared and the sage dragon found his opponent coming down on him from above. Yokurious quickly moved and watched his opponent crash to the ground; a large crater was left and the red dragon continued his assault. With slight hand gestures, the massive dragon made his swords move as though he were holding them; Yokurious had to dance and move in order to avoid being sliced.
"Enough of this! Rhanara!!" Twilight said. The sword with the golden blade resonated and he grabbed for it; causing to grow in size and length.
"You! You are a controller of shinigami?!" Yokurious said.
"I'm a God of Destruction!!"
Yokurious gritted his fangs and made a quick magic chant, releasing a stream of holy energy toward Twilight. The God of Destruction smirked and struck the ground with his foot; causing a tremor that resulted in a large cluster of rock rising from the ground, guarding against Yokurious' attack. Twilight than shattered the rock with his fist and then jumped into the air, and as he was floating…
"BakuraJishin" Twilight roared. With a magic glyph emitting from his body, Twilight hit the ground and caused an earthquake that sent a rush of earth at Yokurious.
"White Shield!!" Yokurious counter casted. After a magic glyph flashed in front of him, a shield of white feathers appeared to protect the sage dragon.
"GurotaJishin" Another magic glyph later, Twilight struck the ground with his foot and caused a large cluster of earth to rip from the ground under Yokurious.
"Cancel Demon!!" Another sage spell. After the initial magic glyph, Yokurious put his hand on the ground and caused the God of Destruction's spell to be canceled.
"Grr…you are really annoyi—nngh!"
Twilight suddenly dropped his sword (which hit the ground like a 1000 pound weight) and clutched at his chest. His body began to fade and he sank to the ground on his knees; the God of Destruction growled and repetitively struck the ground with his fist. Twilight than roared violently and disappeared in a maelstrom of feathers and lightening; Yokurious dropped his staff and started breathing heavily…he had never had to use so much magic in a long time. The sage dragon picked himself up again and then a thought struck him: he could swear that he witnessed the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens under Twilight's robe.
"It can't be…that dragon couldn't have possibly been…" Yokurious managed to say in his fatigue. The sage dragon walked back to his chamber and poured himself over the many questions going through his mind…
End Chapter Three…next chapter, Twilight…
ValkierieDjermegandre: Sorry it's so late. Plot problems. Hopefully this is good…that magic fight was fun.