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 XIII: Rite
Bleak darkness surrounded him. Atlas was sitting on a hard gravel floor with naught but thick, inky darkness surrounding him. There were silver shackles attached to his wrists and ankles that were designed with two serpents that circled around and eventually entangled one another's tongues. There were chains attached to each bond although a thick layer of mist prevented anyone from knowing where the chains ended. There was also a chain attached to the collar that he wore and was stretched ten feet into the air where it was being held up by two darker versions of the birds that flew about the White Mountain Range. Atlas opened his eyes and his pupils were solid green, empty and were resonating somewhat. As soon as he did, the darkness dissolved somewhat and he could see dark purple pillars rising out of the thick mist and two large towers far to the opposite of him. A single tower rested between the two that held a throne. Atlas rose to his feet, the only sound being the clinking of chain links, and the darkness dissolved more, revealing a blood red sunset and many a destroyed village or town around him. An enormous flame lit behind the throne and fissures ran across the gravel floor as they spewed hellfire with the resulting tremors.
Atlas wasn't frightened or disturbed at all; in fact, he smiled. He smiled a dark, demonic, sadistic smile and felt his legs moving as his body came closer to the throne. Soon his mind registered what his body was doing and he reached ever closer. As he did, a strange mark slowly etched itself into his right shoulder, though it was blurry and indistinguishable. His hand stretched out to grab the arm of the throne and as he did, an unusual feeling enveloped his being; a feeling that he had not felt in a long time…the need to destroy and the need to kill…
After uncovering his eyes from the intense light, Spyro found that he was in a completely different area. An intense white surrounded him except for the sky blue crystals that dotted the area and rose out of the ground in various places. Marble columns and arches also protruded from the ground in various places; each with ancient dragon runes inscribed upon them. Spyro looked up and could see three towers in the distance with sky blue grass at their bases. As Spyro was taking in his surroundings, an enormous lightening bolt struck near the three towers that he had observed and the Supreme Judge, Djermegandre, emerged from it. He crossed his arms and looked at Spyro; the white dragon god returned his serious look.
"Are you truly ready?" Djermegandre solemnly asked.
"I didn't come here without a solid reason. Let's do this!" Spyro said.
"Okay!" Djermegandre roared. His voice suddenly boomed and his body, save for his head was covered in silver armor. A gavel of the same color with black markings appeared in his right hand and a deep blue cape billowed out from behind him, covered in magickal energy. "There are three trials that you must pass and one final rite that you must obtain…before you are granted the power that you desire."
"Three trials, huh? Okay; I can deal with that."
"Let us see. The three trials are the trials of soul, body and mind…The first is the trial of soul. To truly know your power as a god, you must in turn know yourself as a god. You must know what you truly stand for and what you have had stood for in the past. Tell me; what do you stand for as a god?"
"What do I stand for…I stand for life and light. I stand to make sure that my clan survives and yet, I don't stand for the preservation of their own knowledge. I stand for the life that fills all dragons and fight to strike down all that try to take that life away unjustly. However, as a god, I know that there is death and that I do not stand to stop death, for to stop death is to stop the natural cycle of all."
"I see…" Djermegandre nodded and finished writing something on one of his scrolls; he seemed to be taking note of Spyro's words. "Let's move on. To truly know your power as a god…you must know your being as a god. Tell me; as a god, for what purpose do you exist?"
"As a god, I believe my purpose is to represent the life and goodness that exists in all. I exist to bring the sun to the lands and the corresponding warmth. As a god, I believe that I exist to protect all dragons from darkness, however I realize that everyone had darkness within them. I, in turn, realize that I do not exist to purge the lands of all beings with darkness in them; only the beings that submit to that darkness and wish to bring that darkness onto the lands on which I exist."
"Very interesting…" he finished writing and looked back at Spyro. "Fair enough; final question. To truly know your power as a god…you must know the reason within you. If, right now you were forced against your will to give in to the malice and hatred within you and if you knew that fighting it would threaten your very existence, bringing you close to death, how would you respond?"
"How would I respond…I would try my hardest to fight that evil. I wouldn't care about my own possible fate; I care more about the futures of those that I protect. As long as the dragons and the lands that I protect can live on, I know that I have fulfilled my duty. I would have no regrets."
"Hmm…"
For a moment, Djermegandre looked at Spyro and gave him a strange look, narrowing his eyes…he then finished what he writing and rolled up the scroll. The white beast than held it out in front of his body and breathed an intense flame upon it where it then bore the mark of soul. Djermegandre put the scroll on his back, then clapped his hands three times and the white background dissolved into red and orange as a calm sunset could be seen. Spyro looked at the sunset and then back at Djermegandre as he revealed another scroll.
"This trial is the trial of mind. To know your true power of a god, you must know how to keep your mind with you…for without it, your thinking will go and your body will soon follow, falling into a mess of madness. Are you ready for the trial?"
Spyro nodded and as soon as he did, Djermegandre's eyes glowed and the surroundings around Spyro disappeared and he found himself to be standing on a hard gravel floor that seemed to stretch for miles and miles. Just as he was about to question the nature of this trial, the dragon god was surrounded by maybe one hundred, featureless copies of dragons that were standing on all fours. Their bodies were surrounded by dark aurea, so Spyro immediately knew that they weren't good for his health. The white dragon god instinctively reached for his sword, but found that it was not on his back. Spyro silently cursed to himself; as he did, one of the dragons shifted in front of him and raked the dragon god with its claws. Spyro looked at the injury and found something that his body had not secreted in a long time—blood.
The dragon god rose and stepped back from another attack, but was easily open from behind as he sliced across his back, drawing more blood as the crimson liquid hit the ground and resonated beside Spyro's body. The dragon god struggled to regain and panic started to take over his mind…but then he remembered the conditions of the trial. Spyro closed his eyes and held his hands steady, letting out a deep breath and allowing the steam to escape his nostrils. He could see his opponents very clearly as they approached; one approached from his left and he slightly moved his left hand, calling forth a cluster of Adamant that vanquished the creature. A group of five approached his right and he moved the corresponding hand, raising a crystal wall that dispelled the monsters.
Finally, Spyro opened his eyes and they radiated with their sky blue hue. The white dragon rose a few feet off of the ground and white feathers began to twist and twine around the air that was his aura. An intense white light surrounded his body and small, ethereal wings appeared from his back. A strong white aura enveloped his hands…and then he transformed. He became a dragon of startling stature, with power to match. Spyro had transformed into a legendary greater dragon, with a glow that matched the sun. His body retained its majestic white color, except there were also sky blue marks on his body along with the black ones. A horn protruded from his snout area and his blue hair stretched down his long neck and traced along his back. Two long locks of hair dangled from the side of his head and stretched down to his haunches. Those haunches had small shards of adamant sticking out of them and his claws and talons shone as though they were crystal. He had a black, bracelet-like necklace around his neck and his wings had crystals sticking out of their skeletal structure near their elbows. The glass orb on his tail grew to suit his immense size and a large blue flame lit inside of it. Finally, two more silver horns grew out of the sides of his head, alongside his original, golden ones.
Spyro crossed arms and gave a smirk to go with his omnipotent stature as he leaped into the air, letting divine ether gather into his maw. After a short time, Spyro released a holy breath attack of great power that resulted in an explosion that vaporized every creature that opposed him. The greater dragon touched down and shook the floor with his landing, but he soon found that his eyelids were getting heavy. When he awoke, Spyro found that he was in the same white area that he started the trials in. His form was reverted and he stood in front of Djermegandre, who had a pleased look upon his face, though his arms were crossed.
"You forgot about that power, didn't you? Most young dragonian gods like yourself do, and they usually end up failing that trial…" Djermegandre said. Spyro cocked his head.
"I didn't know that I would invoke that transformation. In fact, that completely took me by surprise, but I covered it up by obliterating them." Spyro said.
"…fair enough. You can have your sword back…" Djermegandre handed Spyro the divine blade, Adamatinacor and proceeded to write more in another scroll. He breathed the same flame on it and it bore the crest of mind. "Ah, we have come to the final trial…the trial that tests your body and reflexes, but mainly your skills with that sword of yours."
"Adamatinacor…" Spyro looked at his divine blade and he could swear that he heard it breathing.
"This trial aims to test if you truly understand your sword's power and if it truly understands you…now let's begin!"
Djermegandre raised his gavel to the sky and slammed it to the ground, causing everything around the two celestial beings to crumble; even the sky. What was left was a cosmic background with stars, galaxies, comets and the like. Spyro found that he was standing on a massive magick glyph in which each layer of magick runes were spinning like discs. Spyro was confused about all this, until Djermegandre appeared in front of him dressed in his usual garb. Once he appeared, towers rose around the parameter of the glyph, each decorated with a different sign of the zodiac.
"This is your final trial. You and I are going to have a battle…you must get one hit on my person with your sword alone. I, of course, will not hold back. Though I might play with you a slight bit, I plan to take this seriously." Djermegandre said. Spyro blinked in disbelief.
"Seriously? I have to fight you? Oh well…if this is what stands between me and full rights as a god, than I'll do it!" Spyro said. The white dragon drew his sword and for the first time, Adamatinacor was giving off a vibrant glow.
"Show me your best, God of Creation! Zodiac Circle! Be my sword!"
The Supreme Judge planted his feet firmly on the ground and directed his palm towards the sky, causing a beam of light to ascend towards the stars. The beam created a magick circle that resembled the one that the two warriors stood upon; from the magick circle came a chain that locked around the Supreme Judge's wrist. Following the chain came a sword; The entire structure of the weapon was made of a pearl and sky blue crystal and it was translucent enough to see anything through it. The handle was about two feet in length and the blade was huge; it had an odd shape with a circle design where the hand guard would have been, then it stretched out into a long rectangular design and finally near its end, there was a larger circular design. The blade was covered in runes and a large, sharp fin stretched out from the blade. Finally, it had a long chain that stretched from the handle to the first circular section and a single white, feathery wing was attached to the chain on the section's end. It had characters from an ancient language that read "Belt of the Heavens". Djermegandre spun his sword and bared it against Spyro who was slightly breaking a sweat, but that was from the adrenaline pumping through him.
Spyro charged at Djermegandre and made a deft horizontal slash for the latter's gut, but he merely jumped back and brought his sword up to dodge Spyro's following jumping slash. Djermegandre smirked and swung his blade to push Spyro back, following by leaping after the white dragon and attempting to lop his head off; however, Spyro caught himself in the air and quickly dodged, landing safely on the ground. Djermegandre smirked and his sword was immediately covered in flames; he swung the blade and a wave of fire made its way towards Spyro. The dragon god jumped high into the air to avoid his assault but was met by the Supreme Judge. Djermegandre slammed Spyro with his fist, sending the white dragon careening toward the ground; however, Spyro caught himself and quickly used his tail to bear his sword as white bishōn came down on him. The Supreme Judge was impressed with his strategy; so much so, that he didn't notice the dragon god's foot going into his chest. Djermegandre staggered and Spyro tried to cut him with Adamatinacor, but the bishōn guarded once more.
"Dammit…!" Spyro cursed, as he jumped back once more.
"You're doing exceptionally…just keep it up! Aquarius Torrent!!" Djermegandre said.
Djermegandre briefly put his sword under his arm and it was enveloped in water as the sign of Aquarius appeared on the bishōn's sword bearing arm. He swiftly swung his blade and released a grand tidal wave toward the dragon god. As Spyro was enveloped by the attack, Djermegandre figured he'd won, but he soon found that he was wrong when an enormous lightening bolt struck through the crashing wave. When Spyro emerged, the markings on his body had changed to a crackling yellow and some points of his hair were sticking up while crackling with lightening. A small storm cloud appeared inside of the glass ball on his tail and he now bore the Dragonian Spirit Guardian, Yuryre's lightening spear. Spyro stood straight as he bore his new weapon and form against Djermegandre.
"A little thing I like to call spirit merge…" Spyro growled. He let the lightening arc from his hair to his weapon, "Now let's really play."
The Supreme Judge wasn't moved and fired a huge fireball at Spyro, but the dragonian god seemed to flash forward in a wash of lightening as he appeared in front of Djermegandre and delivered a powerful upper slash from his spear. Djermegandre was surprised himself as he flew back and Spyro caught up with him again, firing off powerful lightening bolts from naught but his hands. Djermegandre was shredded across his back and Spyro forced him forward with an electric charged foot. Djermegandre hit the ground, dropping his sword and Spyro quickly reverted, delivering a swift horizontal slash with Adamatinacor to Djermegandre's stomach. The Supreme Judge roared in defeat and the celestial area melted away, placing the two celestial beings back where they started: inside of a central room in the Temple of the Edge. Djermegandre rubbed his hand across the slash wound on his chest and Spyro wiped the blood from his sword with his finger, giving a smirk.
"Very good, Spyro…" Djermegandre growled, "You have passed the final trial, but I have one more test to pass upon you…"
End Chapter Thirteen…next chapter, Betrayal…
ValkierieDjermegandre: Sorry this was so long; couldn't break it. But then again, you probably don't mind.