Spyro the Dragon: Creation and Destruction

By ValkierieDjermegandre

Disclaimer: Sigh...hey! I stilldon'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 VII: Resolution

A few hours had passed since Atlas seemingly obliterated Yokurious. As he continued to walk through the endless waterfall basin, he noticed white dust falling from the stars. It was too bright to be snow and there was a strange feeling as they made contact with the God of Destruction's scales. As more time passed, he felt movement on his back; Spyro, who was resting upon Atlas' back, was stirring. The God of Destruction kept walking and as Spyro awoke, the purple dragon noticed the cage with the small white wisp hanging at Atlas' side.

"It's about time you woke up…" Atlas said.

"…what is that…hanging at your side…?" Spyro said. Given the whisper, he must have still been quite weak.

"Your divinity. I got it back from Yokurious…by force, of course."

"Why is it in there…instead of attached to my soul?"

"It's not attached to you because your strength was too low for the effects to take place."

"…you know…"

"What?"

"Somehow, I'm surprised that I'm still alive…"

"…"

"I feel as though you had the perfect opportunity to kill me, take my life force and use it to revive your own world. Why did you save me and keep me alive for that matter?"

"…because I felt like it."

"I'm supposed to accept that?"

"Alright fine…I guess I realize that it doesn't matter in the end. If I were to commit such an act, than my morals would be no different than those of the sage dragons, which I hate. I guess I have to find some other way to save my world…"

"Atlas…"

Silence fell over the two dragons as the red one continued to move. Spyro looked around and the endless sight of water was quite discerning and sort of depressing. The purple dragon lf couldn't help but feel strange; he felt as though he wasn't strong enough to protect his own world. Spyro would never pin everything on himself and make himself feel bad, however; it wasn't his style. But he knew that if he was to defeat the sage dragons, than he would need to train with his powers.

"Hey, screw up. I can see land." Atlas said.

"What did you call me…huh?" Spyro said.

The red dragon was referring to an island in the middle of the entire waterfall basin. It was covered with white grass and black trees with white leaves; there were also a few statues here and there. Most notably, however, was a tower that stretched from the mainland toward the clouds; the tower was made of pure pumice so it seemed to glisten as the dragons gazed. Two statues were at the tower's base; one looked like a normal, pure dragon, but the other had body features like Atlas, so it must have been a Yokkurei statue. Spyro and Atlas both had strange feelings about the structure, but…

"Let's go over there." Spyro said.

"Alright…but, first things first…" Atlas said.

"What?"

"Do you have the strength to walk, 'cause I'm tired of carrying you."

"I don't know. Let me see." Spyro got down from Atlas' back and found that he could stand up quite well. He gave a smirk and then his divinity released itself from Atlas' cage and attached itself to Spyro's soul once more. The purple dragon turned white once more and all of his godly features had returned.

"Good. Now let's go."

Once the two dragons took a solemn step forward on the converging waters, white steps rose from the waves that ran all the way to the island. Was someone expecting them? Either way, the two dragon gods walked down the stairs and arrived at the island in no time. Standing one the grass now, Spyro felt somewhat better; Atlas, however, was a completely different story. The atmosphere around the area seemed to irritate something in him and he showed it by scraping his talons against the ground. A thin aura also seemed to rise from his body and caused him to get angrier.

"What's wrong with you?" Spyro asked.

"I don't know. Something about this place is sparking my rage…" Atlas growled.

"Well, maybe if we head inside the tower, than it'll stop."

"Grr…I hope for your sake, you're right…"

"My sake? What, do you actually think that you could just…whatever. Come on; let's go."

Atlas momentarily got a hold of himself and followed Spyro towards the tower. As the two dragon gods looked up at the structure, they noticed the clouds swirling overhead; the tower seemed to be placed in the eye of those clouds. Spyro found himself in a trance; for some reason, he began to think about that dragon statue on the roof of the dragon dojo. The statue that gave him such an evil feeling. The white dragon god kept picturing that dragon towering over both him and this tower, but why would these thoughts trace themselves back to Spyro now? Could it be that the tower had a connection with the nameless dragon that almost brought the end of all worlds? The white dragon god completely lost himself in his thoughts…until a noticeably big hand brought itself down on Spyro's hair; he looked up and Atlas was standing there. He looked down at Spyro with something in his eyes that Spyro had never seen in his eyes before…and then he walked toward the entrance to the tower. The white dragon god was confused…and he somehow started to feel guilty…

Meanwhile, in the sage dragon's meeting place, Hinarious stood alone with severe burns and scars on his body and rips in the fabrics of his robe; most likely from Rhatara. The sage dragon walked back and forth behind the table seemingly in thought…until the door slammed open and nearly shattered. Hinarious heard and felt the earthshaking footsteps and saw that the Supreme Judge, Okami Hikari Madeen Djermegandre, was standing in the door; a savage aura raged from his body and seemed to cause the very ground to tremble. The judge did not have a happy look upon his visage.

"Hinarious Ryoga!! What the hell is the meaning of this?!" Djermegandre roared. A foul smirk creasing Hinarious lips.

"My lord, Djermegandre…what could you possibly be talking about?" Hinarious said. The Supreme Judge fumed at the sound of the dumb play.

"Don't take me for a fool! Why would you try to kill the two dragon gods?! You know that their existence sustains the two worlds!"

"Exactly."

"What?!"

"The order that you've set in these worlds, my lord, is too…merciful. Dragons consistently break your laws and defile your presence as though you are of the same grade as them. You yourself are not even a dragon. Surely, no one takes you seriously anymore."

"You think I want my laws to constrain these worlds?! I take pride in the dragons being able to laugh with me…in fact, I need to thank Spyro for awakening me. Speaking of, that is the reason why I don't constrain these worlds with my laws."

"Why is that, my lord?"

"These are not my worlds to look after; they are the dragon god's worlds. Spyro and Atlas are the ones that truly protect the dragon realms and the Yokkurei realm. I may oversee the order of the worlds, but I serve mostly a support role…and I stress that 'mostly' part…"

"Hmm?"

"I descend only when I'm bored or when the god or goddess that watches over that world is not doing his or her job. I then terminate that god or goddess and take control until another potential deity is born. Then there are times when the world is completely out of hand and broken…in which than, I have to bring the apocalypse to that world…"

"I see your job is a very stressful one…"

"But, I don't mind it one bit! I am the only one that truly understands the workings of the mind of a deity. One of the reasons that I exist is so that the dragon gods have someone to direct their questions or concerns to."

"Dragon gods? There are only two and they are quite possibly the worst dragon gods I have ever witnessed the growth of."

"Wrong! Atlas may be a little aggressive and quick to take the most destructive way out of his problems…but that is his nature. And Spyro…Spyro may well be the greatest dragon god that I have watched grow. He is even better than his father. The white dragon has a big heart and care for all beings, pure or Yokkureian, and his actions make me see the error that I have committed."

"And what error would that be, my lord?"

"Pure dragons and Yokkurei. They cancoexist in the same world. I should have never separated the two clans all those millennia ago…"

"Please, my lord; listen to what you are saying! Pure dragons don't deserve the punishment of having to share a world with that clan of savage demons, the Yokkurei. What could possibly make you think such blasphemous things?!"

"My own birth, fool." Djermegandre smiled, "My wolven mother lived in the world of the pure dragons and she fell in love and married my Dragonian father…my Yokkureian father!"

"What?! I always knew you were a crossbreed, my lord…but, never to this degree!"

"Hinarious, order is not what you think it is. The world is not painted in black and white. Those savage demons that you refer to…I created them. They were a consequence of my foolish actions…but, now I plan to set everything right once more…starting with destroying you!"

"Such harsh words. Well, if you really think that you can do it, come at me…my lord."

"Don't vex me. I am the most powerful being ever known. I could wipe you from the face of this planet with but a swing of my sword."

"Ah, I'm waiting for this show of strength that you claim to have. Come…do it!"

Djermegandre twitched with anger and swung his blade with his entire being, releasing a grand wave of chaos energy that took the nearby wall as soon as it seemed to overtake Hinarious…but when the smoke cleared, a look of disbelief took the Supreme Judge's face. Black, crystalline wings protected Hinarious…however, the wings were severely damaged by the Supreme Judge's attack. Djermegandre lowered his sword and stared at Hinarious with contempt.

"…what the hell is that…?" Djermegandre growled. Hinarious merely smirked and outstretched his hand forward with a dark aura emanating from it.

"This? Oh nothing…but, his name is Terra…" Hinarious said.

"Terra?! Hinarious, you bastard!!"

Djermegandre dashed at Hinarious, but an enormous solid black claw launched from the sage dragon's hand and nearly raked the Supreme Judge. Djermegandre raised his sword and the Zodiac Circle appeared in front of him; it was a dark blue hue.

"Call the frozen wasteland!! Pisces Freeze!!" Djermegandre called.

The Supreme Judge raised his hand and a grand orb of cold energy appeared in it. The temperature was no less than absolute zero. Djermegandrebrought his fist to the ground as he leapt toward Hinarious; the result was a titanic cluster of ice and snow that covered the entirety of the room. The Supreme Judge looked around and saw no sign of the sage dragon…until he shifted his gaze to the nearly frozen door; Hinarious stood there and brushed the ice and slush off of his sleeve and then launched a beam of concentrated energy at Djermegandre. The beast of white didn't expect this in the least and could only block with his sword. Djermegandre glared at the crack that the attack put in his Zodiac Brave; he was slightly concerned.

"Wh..what the hell did you get your claws on, Hinarious…?" Djermegandre growled.

"Don't worry about it, my liege. You'll be dead soon." Hinarious coyly said.

Djermegandre gritted his fangs in rage and thrust his sword into the ground; black lightening coursed from his aura and charged in the Supreme Judge's maw. Hinarious knew what was coming and immediately fired an intense ray of evil energy towards Djermegandre, however the attack dissolved within the bishōn's intense energy field. Djermegandre's eyes turned a deep green color and he raised his head as he prepared to fire.

"To hell! Bokuryu Rakushin!!" Djermegandre called.

The ray of black energy melted the frost in the room as it was released and it sailed toward Hinarious with surprising speed. A massive black and red explosion followed as the entire tower of the palace was reduced to rubble; as the dust cleared, Hikari Madeen Djermegandre stood alone on top of the stone, surrounded by a divine force field. The Supreme Judge looked up at the clouded skies and closed his eyes as black feathers rained from the clouds. He grabbed one and it felt like a sharp crystal.

"Hinarious…why…?" Djermegandre whispered.

"Don't think I'm gone, my lord…" came Hinarious' disgustingly coy voice. "Your dragon gods are heading toward the Tower of Ryoshin. They will most likely meet Terra for themselves…ha, ha, ha…"

"No…Spyro! Atlas!"

Wasting no time, Djermegandre grabbed his sword and crossed his arms; concentrating his energy towards his back. The energy then exploded into two, massive Yokkureian wings, that seemed aglow with evil energy. The Supreme Judge leaped into the air and caught a cold breeze as he took off toward the Shei Waterfall Basin…

End Chapter Seven…next chapter, Terra…