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 VI: Imprisonment

Spyro awoke and examined this area that he was in. It was a circular platform with strange designs on the floor; they were the signs of the elements. There were orichalcum crystals rising from around the parameter of the platform and beyond, a waterfall basin could be seen…the water was flowing backwards and there was no land in sight. The sky was a deep bluish color and stars could be seen because of the minimal cloud cover. There were chains all around the area and a single door to the south; Spyro was quite curious as to his location. Upon looking at his hands, he noticed; he wasn't't a god anymore. He had reverted back to his primary purple color; his hair was gone and the yellow crest on his head had returned. The glass orb on his tail was replaced with the original golden spike; his horns shortened and were gold once again; his chest and belly scales were gold again and his wings were their normal size and color again.

"Damn…what the hell did those sage dragons do to me?!" Spyro roared.

"Like me, they took your divinity and therefore your powers…" Came a familiar voice. Spyro looked over and found Atlas Twilight sitting on the floor. His wrists and ankles were bound by shackles and chains. As Spyro recalled, Atlas was devoid of his runes and his weapon; the only thing that was still attached to him was the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens.

"Atlas…!"

"What are you growling for? I'm powerless; I can't do anything…"

"Where the hell are we?"

"I have shackles and we're both powerless. Where do you think we are?"

"…prison."

"Bingo. There's no telling if we'll ever get out of here or if we can get out of here."

"I don't understand. Why am I here? I can see if you're here, but…"

"Hmph. I told you those sage dragons were rotten. This must've been some nefarious scheme from the start…"

"Hey…is there something wrong with you?"

"Nothing that you need to worry about. What do you care anyway? I'm a dark anima."

Spyro was somewhat distraught. He didn't know what was going to happen or how it was going to happen, but he knew that if he wanted to get out of here, than the escape might involve an outrageous agreement. The purple dragon looked at the starry sky and wondered; who were the sage dragons, really? Spyro looked over to Atlas and the former God of Destruction sat with his back to an orichalcum crystal; no doubt awaiting his fate.

"Atlas…" Spyro said.

"Sigh…oh well…at this point, death suits me. I couldn't keep my vow and any minute we're bound to be executed…" Atlas whispered.

"Executed?!"

"That's right. Our heads hacked off and our souls sent to who knows where."

"Damn, we can't let that happen…wait a minute. Why don't you just use the Grimoire?"

"Much as I would love to use the Grimoire's magic, these shackles and chains make it impossible for my energy to flow through my body correctly. If I try to use my magic, than my own energy would run rampant because it has no place to flow…effectively blowing off my arms and legs."

"Damn. So, what are we going to do?!"

"I don't know…it's so predictable that I have to die with my arch nemesis…"

"Tell me about it…"

The dragons had no recourse of action at this point. For what seemed like weeks they sat in that hole, periodically speaking to one another or picking their growing claws. Finally, the door to the prison opened and Hinarious walked in. He looked at the two former gods and a nasty smirk creased his maw; Spyro didn't like it one bit. The sage dragon walked up to the two dragons and stared especially hard at Atlas.

"It has been decided." Hinarious said.

"What has been decided?" Spyro asked.

"…your execution will be tonight."

"Bastard!" Atlas growled.

"It would do you well to avoid hostile thoughts…less you want to lose your limbs."

"Damn you sage dragons to hell! What are you after anyway?!"

Hinarious didn't answer. He just smiled and left the room, leaving Spyro and Atlas with the sentiment of their imminent demise. The former was in more disbelief than the latter; he could have never imagined that he would die in such a manner. The one thing that bugged Spyro the most was the fact that he really didn't know what he was being executed for; there was a chance that it was for helping Atlas or that it was for some other absurd conviction that he didn't even know he had committed. Atlas looked at his partner in capture and noted the frustrated face…that was also tinged with emotions of sorrow. The face reminded him of one he remembered from long ago…

"You know…" Atlas started.

"Hmm?" Spyro said.

"Your face…reminds me of my mother…"

"Your…mother? He had a mother?"

"Yeah…she wore a similar face full of pain and anguish…before she left me…"

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know…she told me she was going on a long journey that she probably wouldn't return from."

Spyro was silent. The completely random notion of Atlas comparing him to his unknown mother took him more off guard than it did depress him. Than again, anything can come up when you know that you only have a few hours to live…

Reingar Einherjar; the final grounds. This was the execution site where Spyro and Atlas would sing their last songs. The clouds swirled angrily overhead and blue flames were lit all around the central compass. The sage dragons stood emotionless on a higher platform with other dragons that were dressed in the same robes. Unknown patterns traced the central compass where Spyro and Atlas stood and the curved walls around the site gave the look of a colosseum. Both Spyro and Atlas wore collars with black ties attached to them, though Atlas' seemed to have more means to keep it attached. Above, four white falcons with bells attached to their tail feathers held the ties on each collar. Hinarious stepped forward and pulled a charter from his robe as he looked at Atlas.

"Atlas Twilight, 'God' of Destruction…" Hinarious started. Atlas gritted his teeth at the thought of that damn sage dragon belittling his divinity, "You will be executed tonight for the following charges…arson, murder, theft, misuse of your powers, breaching the barrier between worlds and intruding upon the Dragon Realms, setting a dark behemoth to run amok in the Amorus Garden…"

"Heh…that was a good one." Atlas said to himself.

"Okay, what didn't you do?" Spyro said.

"…and for generally shattering the balance between worlds. Spyro the Dragon, God of Creation; you will executed tonight for failing to comply with the law and to expel Atlas from your world and for assisting a dark anima. Do any of you have any last wishes?"

"Yeah. Come down here so I can knock your teeth out!!"

"Atlas…"

"…no. Open the black gate!"

As Hinarious called, the falcons began to take flight and brought Spyro and Atlas into the air. The platform below them opened to reveal a portal filled with black flames and demonic spirits. Atlas looked around to see if he could find any way to save he and Spyro, but couldn't find anything. Hinarious gave a signal and the falcons released their grip on the ties…a sinister look to every sage dragons face.

"Dammit! This can't be it!" Spyro said.

Atlas closed his eyes and thought for a moment…until a large, white phoenix swooped down between Spyro and Atlas, narrowly saving them from death. The bird flitted through the air and sat itself on a perch not to far away. Hinarious and the sage dragons were dumbstruck; how did a phoenix just magically come and save the two dragons? Unless…it was no accident…

"Well…luckily, I happened to be in the area…" came a familiar voice.

Spyro looked over and he saw him; He was about the size of most adult dragons that Spyro knew and his body was a deep blue color, darker than Spira. His eyes were a ruby red and he had horns jutting out of his neck and the top and sides of his head. He had long dragon whiskers extending from his cheeks, two on either side, and each held an orb of a different color. The hair that extended from his head looked much like Spyro's and a long ponytail draped down his back and touched the ground, along with two bangs that draped over his shoulders; they had serrated rings on their ends. A white cape draped over the dragon's shoulders and silver shoulder pads held it in place, along with a purple gem to keep it locked in the front.

Two holes were cut out of the back of the drapery so that his wings could show and they had white membranes under their blue skeletal structures. The dragon wielded a golden yellow staff with a crescent moon at the end and three gems were engraved in the design's sides. A large purple gem levitated in the empty space inside the crescent moon and it had a strange mark on it. This dragon had a long tail that ended a large star design with a pentagram etched into it, and he had long claws and talons. Finally, he wore a necklace that was made of many slabs of solid gold and adamant and it covered most of his neck area. He smirked at Spyro and cast a look at the sage dragons.

"Rhatara!" Spyro said.

"Hello, Spyro…and friend. Hinarious, this is absurd. The Dragon God of Creation's convictions aren't serious enough to warrant an execution." Rhatara said. The blue dragon looked closer and saw that there was something in his eyes…something evil. "Ah, I see…you're not yourself, are you? Either that, or you're very confused."

"Quiet yourself, A.X.I.S. leader! You were against the dragon god as well, if I can remember." Hinarious said.

"True…but, I don't have time to chat now. Burnai Einkhoji!!" The A.X.I.S. leader attacked with a black fire serpent that tore its way toward Hinarious. A black aura came over Hinarious and formed a dragon that looked disturbingly like another dark dragon.

"Nos Buraikha!!" The sage dragon countered the blue dragon with a storm of dark energy that tore through the black fire serpent.

"Neutralize! Einosu Bukano!!" Rhatara neutralized Hinarious' spell and sent a white storm of birds at his opponent.

"Ankhoktu Guraiga!!" Hinarious raked his claws along the ground and sent a spiraling dark flare through his opponent's spell, neutralizing it.

"Shenzo Guraiga!!" Rhatara made the same raking motion with his claws and sent a spiraling holy flare that made contact with his opponent's. The two spells fought with one another, driving for supremacy. "Red dragon! Purple dragon! Leave here! I can handle this!"

"Rhatara…okay. We're going!" Spyro said.

Spyro grabbed Atlas's hand and ran from the execution site as the other sage dragons gave chase. Rhatara watched them go and then refocused on Hinarious…

On a white walkway between two waterfalls, the sage dragons searched for their fugitives. They found nothing so they moved on through the falling valley and as they left, Spyro and Atlas hopped out of a waterfalls and brushed their scales off. Atlas collapsed to the ground in fatigue, but Spyro was ready to keep going. The purple dragon looked at his crimson counterpart and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Are you…?" Spyro started. Atlas shook his head.

"Pant, pant….I'm fine. But you should probably just leave. They'll probably be satisfied if they get me…" Atlas said.

"No way! Rhatara wanted us both to live. Besides, I couldn't find it in myself to leave you to those sage dragons."

"Speaking of which, that was a fun brush with death…"

"I know…I really thought we were done for…"

"Oh, you are." Came the voice…of Yokurious. Spyro looked over and panic took his face.

"Yokurious!"

"Yes…you two have been too much trouble to ignore now."

"What the hell is the matter with you sage dragons?! I knew you were crazy, but this is too much!"

"Silence. You two are poisonous. You should have never crossed paths, let alone existed in the same world. You must be terminated."

"If you kill us both, nay even one of us, you'll disrupt the balance between Creation and Destruction."

"What would you know about order, dark anima?!"

Yokurious rushed at Atlas with his staff burning with energy; the red dragon knew that was it. The sage dragon brought his staff up and at the precise moment, Atlas substituted his head with his shackles; Yokurious didn't expect this move and ended up shattering Atlas' binds and the seal on his magic. The red dragon smirked and gripped the sage dragon's throat; he then jumped forward with Yokurious in hand and proceeded to drag the sage dragon across the ground. Atlas than slammed Yokurious into the ground twice and threw him into the ground once more with all of his strength; Spyro was taken aback by the display of savagery. Yokurious found it hard to rise and glared at Atlas.

"Damn Yokkurei…that's why your clan needs to be exterminated…" Yokurious said.

"You know…there's a 100 meter wide and long fissure in my world…they say an angered Yokkurei made the fissure with but his fist…what does that tell you?" Atlas growled. His voice rumbled with his rage.

"Ekhito Lightening!!"

Yokurious released a powerful stream of gold lightening at Atlas which shocked the red dragon and sent him into the ground with great force. Spyro gritted his fangs and dashed at the corrupt sage dragon; Yokurious smiled. The white dragon met the purple one and tried to strike him with his wand, but Spyro was quick and jumped the attack, following with a quick tail slash. Yokurious took the blow and took another from Spyro's claws. The sage dragon was impressed and as Spyro was coming for him again, he wrapped the purple dragon with his tail and tossed him into the ground.

Spyro easily regained and dodged two strikes from Yokurious' staff, finding the opening to land an attack of his own with his foot in the sage dragon's chest. Yokurious smirked at the blow and drew in air, releasing a stream of flame right into Spyro; the purple dragon was surprised at the power of his flame. Spyro hit the ground and didn't move after that. The white sage dragon looked at Spyro and began to charge a spell.

"You know I'd rather not kill you…but I have no choice." Yokurious said.

Before the sage dragon could release any spell, however, he felt a powerful pressure on his arm that was followed by a sharp pain. Yokurious roared in pain and looked at the blood running down his arm…he found Atlas there, biting down on his arm with his powerful jaws. The sage dragon gritted his fangs in frustration and took note of Atlas' full white eyes.

"You…you demon!!" Yokurious said.

"You think this is demonic…? Heh…rarrgh" Atlas growled

The red dragon began to bite down harder and soon lifted Yokurious from the ground and began to slam him into the ground repeatedly, finally ripping the dragon's arm from his body. The sage dragon cried in pain and could do nothing as Atlas unsealed the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens. The red dragon smiled insanely and began to give off a black light.

"Just die. Eddie no Bokure" Atlas growled.

Atlas slammed his fist to the ground and summoned a blood red maelstrom that seemed to spawn from blood that spouted from his tail. Yokurious was sickened by the demonic magic and soon shredded by it. As the sage dragon floated through the air, Atlas jumped for Yokurious' staff and gripped it.

"I'm taking our divinity back, if you don't mind!" Atlas said.

The red dragon smashed the gem on Yokurious' staff and two essences escaped; one white, one black. The black went to Atlas and he regained his runes and his savage aura. The red dragon outstretched his hand and a shell of orichalcum covered it and created a dragon head. The God of Destruction's aura grew out and started to cause the water around to evaporate.

"I'm going to destroy you! Orichalca Shoryuka" Atlas said.

The red dragon's eyes took on their demonic green in full and his runes took on the same green as a colossal beam of evil energy roared from the dragon head. The beam ripped through the walkway as it tore the waterfalls to the sides. Atlas roared with the energy and as soon as the attack was over, there was no sign of Yokurious and the water around had thinned quite a bit. Atlas looked at his hands and they were sparking with black lightening. The God of Destruction was confused, but brushed it off as he turned his gaze toward Spyro; the purple dragon lay on the ground with his white essence floating around his body.

Atlas looked at him with a look mixed with hatred and concern. He knew that he had the perfect opportunity to kill the dragon god…to take that life force. However, in that case he'd be no better than those wretched sage dragons that tried to execute them. What would the God of Destruction do? Would he save his counterpart? Would he steal his life force and use it to revive his world?

End Chapter Six…next chapter, Resolution…