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 XI: Premonition

A few days after the celebratory dinner, the rain had finally gone for a day and the sun was able to somewhat show itself through the dispersed clouds. Spyro thought that this would be the best time if any. The white dragon requested for Tomas to meet him in his room at the palace at 12 noon. The elder dragon expectedly showed up right at noon and met the dragon god in his room, where he sat on the windowsill with his divine blade, Adamatinacor out of its sheath and resting on the God of Creation's lap. The latter ran his claw up and down the sword, trying to feel its most powerful ether flow but managing only to feel the flow that it normally gave off. He snapped out of his daydream and took heed to Tomas standing in the doorway.

"Oh, Tomas! Good of you to come!" Spyro said.

"What is it that you wanted, young master?" Tomas responded.

"I'll get to the point…if I'm going to purge Hinarious from this world, I want to be able to call upon my true powers as the God of Creation…however, for whatever reason I'm unable to do that…"

"Despite what your father gave to you upon your refusal to return to Sakur with him?"

Spyro nodded, "Which is why…I want to undergo some training to be able to call upon these powers of mine."

"I'm impressed, young master. You really wish to spend the time necessary to prepare for such a battle instead of just rushing in?"

"Yeah…it's also a slight bit of jealousy, but I won't go into details about that. Nevertheless, do you know where I could do this?"

"There is a sacred temple in the White Mountain Range, just west of the Zodiac Shrine…towards the direction of the sun. It is where all gods of your caliber have gone when they needed to train the use of their powers."

"Well, that's convenient. But how am I supposed to get there? Flying into the White Mountains is quite risky because of all the mist and streams of spirit energy."

"I'll take you." Came the voice of the Supreme Judge.

Spyro looked toward the door behind Tomas and Djermegandre stood there, looking better than he had in the last few weeks. He was standing on his two feet again and there was nothing more than a light scar where his wound was. He gave a broad smile and crossed his arms.

"Like I said, I'll take you over the mountains. It's the least I can do. Besides, I know that temple; it's where I used to train before I became what I am now." Djermegandre said.

"Awesome! So when do we leave?" Spyro said.

"As soon as you're ready."

Meanwhile out in the plains, Atlas sat on the fountain that was smashed during his bout against Spyro nearly a month ago; he figured the God of Creation fixed it himself. The crimson dragon pondered what he should do; he couldn't shake the feeling that his time was quickly running out. He knew that he needed a great amount of life force to save his world and bring it to life, but the only beings who carried the necessary life force were Spyro and Djermegandre; Spyro's influence must have grown on him and prevented him from killing them as freely as he would have otherwise. Suddenly, something disturbed his train of thought and he looked off toward the forest; a silver form passed through the trees and that was all he needed to see. The red dragon immediately jumped off the fountain and dashed into the Artisan Wood.

Upon becoming engulfed by the trees, he ripped off the pigment on which the glyph of transformation was written, transforming into his full form as he continued to run through the trees, except that he was wearing his black cloak again. He wound and weaved through the dense foliage, occasionally getting frustrated and cutting through whole branches with his claws. Eventually, after half an hour, he reached the clearing where he had his conversation with his lesser half, except he also found the source of the disturbance: Terra. The silver bishōn sat in the middle of the clearing with his back turned to Atlas, but seemed to know that he was there.

"Hello again, Atlas…" Terra solemnly greeted, without turning his back.

"I'm a god you know…you should look at me when you speak to me…" Atlas growled, crossing his arms in a show of authority.

"Forgive me…" Terra rose and turned to face Atlas and in his hands was the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens, "Anyway, I'm here because I want to ask you a few questions."

"…questions? Like what?"

"For one, do you even still care about your world? Our world?"

"What?! Of course I—wait…our world? So that means that…"

"Yes. I am a Yokkurei by blood. While my brother has more of our pure wolven mother's blood in him, I ended up sharing more with my Yokkureian father…thus leading to me being born with devil's script."

"Yeah, so what? I was born with devil's script, too. Meanwhile, I do still care about the welfare of my world. Why would you ask that?"

"Because it seems to me that you're spending more time messing around with Spyro and Hinarious than figuring out a way to save the Yokkureian realm from extinction."

"Well…that's…grr, what the hell do you know, anyway?! You probably don't care about our world either, given that you're in league with that bastard, Hinarious!!"

"Careful with that anger of yours…you'll burn the forest down like that. Anyway, on to question number two…"

"What the hell is this…?"

"Where did it go, Atlas?"

"What…?"

"The malice. The hatred. The commitment to destruction. When you first came to this world, I'm pretty sure you would have been willing to tear down the entire White Mountain Range just because you knew you had the power to do so."

"…your point?"

"You're a God of Destruction; there's no room in your existence for the love and compassion that you're trying to gain. You don't need friends. You don't need others. You'll be more powerful if you realize this."

"Why are you telling me this? Don't you want to kill me?"

"I just want you to realize that you don't have to be another worthless god…but, then again I guess you've already chosen that path…" Atlas was silent. Terra was getting to him and the silver wolf was silently smiling, "And besides…you can't have strong emotions if you want to use this…"

"The Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens…I thought you were keeping it…"

"Well, I've realized that I no longer need it…and I was willing to return it to you…on one condition."

"What condition is that?"

Terra stopped for a moment and smirked in the darkness of the forest. He slowly walked up to Atlas and stood beside him, reaching up to whisper something in the God of Destruction's ear. When he finished, the God of Destruction's hands dropped to his sides and Terra was nowhere to be seen, as many images flashed through his head: a burning village, blood covered fields and bodies, destroyed homes and other structures. Something took over Atlas and a fire lit in his demonic, green eyes; he didn't know what it was, but he knew that it wasn't anything that Terra had done. The Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens found itself chained to Atlas' body once more…as he stalked out of the forest with a menacing glow in his emerald, serpent-like eyes…

Out in the plains, Spyro was ready to leave with the Supreme Judge. The white dragon god had his sword firmly strapped to his back and a look of confidence and anticipation on his face. Djermegandre himself was also feeling quite proud; he had always wondered what became of the temple since he was last there…than again, since barely anyone ever visited the White Mountains, he doubted that there was any severe change in the appearance of the temple.

"Do you have everything?" Tomas asked.

"Yeah. This should be very beneficial to me." Spyro said.

"Before you even ask, you don't have to worry, Tomas. I'll take good care of him." Djermegandre said, as he put his hand on Spyro's head.

"Ha, ha, I wouldn't think that I would have to worry about young master Spyro when he is with you, Lord Djermegandre."

The Supreme Judge gave a cocky smile than a wave as he raised his hand. An enormous magic glyph lit under he and Spyro and the two celestial beings vanished toward the White Mountains in no time at all. The elder dragon looked off toward the sky and was brimming with confidence; he knew that Spyro would prevail. However, something snapped him out of his pleasant dreams. Tomas couldn't put his finger on it…but something was disturbing the peaceful aura; something dark and foreboding. He slowly turned toward the forest, but turned away as he somehow failed to notice the slowly growing evil aura…and the sign of imminent disaster…

End Chapter Eleven…next chapter, Training…

ValkierieDjermegandre: Before you start asking why this was so short, I'll explain myself. This is more of a setup chapter. The next one might be short too, but I think things will roll better this way :)