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 IX: Black

Author's Note: I am so sorry that this dreadfully late. I was getting my compy set up and updates take forever.

In a distant place, a different plane possibly, the sounds of plastic toys clashing and colliding could be heard in a room that seemed to be darker than it actually was. The three walls in the room were decorated with murals and paintings of different creatures and what looked like demonic beings. Candles with blue flames were lit all around the room, though they failed to illuminate the room in any noticeable manner, and the poles that they were supported by were made out of some kind of stone material that uneasily identified. The ceiling was graced with a grand and impressive painting of many hellish landscapes and winged demons slaughtering innocent looking creatures. The landscape visible beyond the sight that was provided through the missing fourth wall portrayed a land betraying the pictures and morals of the actual room; flowing waterfalls of navy blue water could be seen with a sky full of storm clouds hovering above. In the middle of the lake, that spanned across a hundred or so miles stood a silver statue of a strange beast.

The creature resembled a dragon except it had no body; the neck that served as the body seemed to rise from a dimensional hole that would appear in the ground if it were real. It had a mask-like membrane covering most of its facial features on its head, save for the eyes, and an exterior resembling a muzzle covering its mouth. It had long horn-like extensions protruding from its head that extended into bud-like appendages. There was an arrow shaped tattoo on its mask that extended down its back and a gem on said mask emblazoned with an ancient symbol meaning "King". Because it lacked a body, its short arms extended out of its neck and had small spikes protruding from its elbows and backs of its shoulders; on its right arm, it wore a single shoulder pad. It had two dorsal fins coming from the back of its head and the rest that ran down its back were shaped like long, jagged blades. Its wings were of an interesting metallic-like design with an enormous spike on its "elbow".

Back inside of the room sat the silver bishōn, Terra. He sat in the middle of a large magical glyph with a board in front of him and many small figures of what looked like dragons and other creatures. There was a white dragon figure that bore a resemblance to Spyro, a red one for Atlas, a black one for the former Scion, a blue one for Spira, and many others. Terra looked at his toys apathetically, then picked up "Spyro" and placed his sword in his hand in front of "Atlas" giving him his sword also. The silver child gripped both toys and started to smack them together as though they were fighting. He then used his tail to pick up "Scion" and place him in front of "Spyro", where he then stopped "Spyro's" movement.

"I see now…Spyro's biggest weakness is his pure heart…" Terra said to no one. He then picked up "Djermegandre" and placed him in front of "Atlas", next placing "Atlas" and "Spyro" in a position where they were clashing swords, "Atlas' weakness is his willingness to do anything to bring hope and prosperity back to his world…"

All of these gestures were done while Terra had his headphones on and he then removed them, looking at the board and his toys. The silver bishōn then picked a toy pop gun and shot it three times and hit three targets: Spyro, Atlas, and Djermegandre. He then looked at "Spira" and then glared, shooting him also.

"The first three are the principal problems…however, an expired God like Spira could still get in the way…" Terra continued to fool around with his toys until he struck a single arrangement and smiled a cruel smile…

Meanwhile in the Dragon Realms, Tomas stood alone in the main room of the Dragon Dojo, sweeping the floor apparently. He had wondered why the Sage Dragons took both him and Atlas away, considering that Spyro led a relatively good life. The thought passed through his mind, however; there wasn't really a reason for him to worry about the Dragonian god and if there was, it was the sole factor of him being by himself with Atlas. He wondered when Spyro would be returning…and would get the answer to that question sooner than he thought as a familiar sound came through his ears. The sound of a dimensional rend caught his attention and shortly after, Spyro, Atlas, and Djermegandre crashed through the roof and to the floor; Djermegandre on top of Atlas and the latter on top of Spyro.

"Spyro…you really must stop falling from the sky…" Tomas said.

"Well, I'll consider that in the future if I can help it." Spyro said. Tomas shook his head with a chuckle, but found his attention diverted to the large stream of blood flowing from the Supreme Judge's body, along with his sword being impaled in that spot, "Supreme Judge Djermegandre! What—"

"Long story…meanwhile…would you…urrgh…get some help, friend…guurgh…" Djermegandre struggled to say.

This was the most amount of pain he had felt in a long time, from his own sword no less. Tomas wasted no time in dashing out of the room and fetching the rest of the elders to tend to the wounded celestial beings. There was a mad dash between the six elders; Titan and Sensei carried the warriors and Cho-Lei tended to their wounds with the help of Magnus. Tomas and Astor mostly made sure that everything was going smoothly. Spyro and Atlas were up and running in no time, but Djermegandre was a different story. Despite him being the most powerful being in the cosmos, Djermegandre was seriously injured; the effect of Terra impaling him with his own sword was as if all of his power was focused painfully into one spot. Even with his body's fast healing, it would take a few days for his wound to fully heal.

Later in the day as the sun was setting, Spyro decided to check on Djermegandre as his counterpart, Atlas, was sleeping. He walked to the room that Djermegandre was resting in and peered inside; the white dragon watched as the Supreme Judge sat on the bed that was offered to him and looked out the large window to a grand view of the crimson sunset. He had a look of despair about his face. Spyro knocked gently on the door and entered, going to sit next to Djermegandre and noticing the size of the bandage that was wrapped around his furry chest and abdominal area. The Supreme Judge seemed like he wanted to say something and Spyro figured that he wanted to talk.

"Djermegandre…is Terra really…?" Spyro started.

"Yes. Terra really is my one and only younger brother." Djermegandre answered. He paused for a moment, "His full name is Vanguard Terra Asura Bakura…"

"I don't understand. If Terra's your brother, than why would he try to kill you?"

"Sigh…do you want to hear the whole story? If so, I don't want to hear about taking too long." Spyro nodded and got comfortable, "Now, where to begin…"

"Maybe with your childhood relationship with your brother?"

"Ah, yes…even when he was an infant, Terra was…to say the least, different. When he was born, there was Devil's Script written all over his body and this factor sealed his fate. Throughout our childhood, our parents would look away from him as much as possible…I guess they figured that his affliction shamed them and our ancestors. Despite my parents' feelings toward him however, I tried my best to remain close to Terra in any way possible. I talked with him and we had joyous conversations…heh, I remember I used to make him laugh a lot. I also used to play with him, and he loved to play."

"It seemed as though every time I saw him in his room, he was fiddling with one of his little toys or dolls. He loved it when I played with him and I remember I couldn't get enough of his smile. At every chance he got, he would ask for the latest little action figure, puzzle, or even model; he had this thing where he just had to keep his hands busy. Because our parents weren't very fond of him, I often donated whatever money I had to buy him a new toy; funny thing is, that he would always pay me back even if I said it was nothing. However, no matter how close we were, the void in his heart would never be filled…because our parents only loved him enough to feed him and keep him alive…"

"That's…" Spyro finally said, being unable to find the right words. Djermegandre nodded and continued.

"I never wanted it that way, but it seemed as though the spotlight was always on me…probably between them somehow knowing that I was going to be the Supreme Judge and the fact that they just didn't want my little brother. Each time that I got through one of my lessons or mastered a new scroll at the dojo where I took my lessons, I would get showered with praise…and Terra would just put on a smile for me, even though I knew he felt rejected. He was just as much as a prodigy as I was; he flew through all of his lessons and mastered every scroll handed to him, be it magic, kata, or chi. He would never be recognized…"

"Then one day, he just stopped trying. He came home and just went directly to his room; instinctively, I went to check on him and I saw him sitting in the middle of the floor with all of his scrolls rolled out…each one had a sign of our master's utmost approval. I congratulated him and then he turned to me with tears in his emerald eyes. He ran to me and buried his face in my chest…'Why don't mother and father love me,' he said. 'Why don't they accept me as their child' he screamed. 'Why should I continue living on' he moaned. And then…he said, 'Oh that's right…I still have you, big brother…and I hope…that I will always have you…' In a way, you can say that he did it for me."

"I released him from my grip and told him I'd be right back. I got in an argument with my parents over the way that they treated Terra and I kept saying over and over that he was as much their son as I was. Furthermore if something happened to me, Terra would become the Supreme Judge anyway. After hours of trying to make them see, I finally succeeded and they agreed to give him the love that he deserved. We went back to his room so that they give him an apologetic hug and kiss…but, when we got there…he was gone…along with most of his toys and other playthings…" At that point, tears started streaming down Djermegandre's eyes, "He h-had left…"

"I was confused and s-saddened…I then noticed a n-note on the floor. It read, 'Dear brother Djermegandre, I can see that I cause nothing more than a divide and a black spot in our family. I regret to say this to you, b-but I am leaving our p-peaceful village. I h-have no friends and my mother and father hate me too. Even though I know that you love me, I don't want them to have to feel as though they have to ignore me when I c-could just not be here. I will continue my training elsewhere…b-but know that you will always be my big brother…and I w-will always l-love you. Your devil scripted brother, Terra…'"

"Wow…I'm sorry, Djermegandre. I probably shouldn't have brought it up…"

"No, no S-Spyro…it's not your f-fault. I feel better now, because I've been keeping this story locked inside of me for many a century. I j-just…don't know what happened between then and now…to m-make him like this…"

Djermegandre finally put his head in his hands and began to silently sob. Spyro was surprised; how could an infant's parents not love him just because of Devil's Script? More so, he also wondered beside Djermegandre what happened between then and now to make Terra hate his brother that he claimed to love so much. No matter what the Supreme Judge thought, Spyro was along the lines of one conclusion…

Hinarious.

End Chapter Nine…next chapter, Silence…