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!
ValkierieDjermegandre: Hello, loyal readers. If you've stuck around up until now, this chapter starts Book II of Spyro the Dragon: Creation and Destruction, entitled Blood in Trial and Time. In a nutshell, this book will mostly revolve around our awesome God of Destruction, Atlas finally realizing his true role in the world that has since forgotten his power.
Book II: Blood in Trial and Time
Chapter XVI: Yokkurei
All across the Dragon Realms, there was a certain stillness in the air. Some dragons knew it, others only thought it strange, and others (mostly the younger ones) didn't notice it all. A large portion of Pure Dragons knew something was wrong…something in the air told them. They could feel something coming; something unfamiliar. Meanwhile in the Dream Weaver's Home, Elder Astor was running an errand that Tomas suddenly asked him about. He didn't know why Tomas rushed him to this apparent favor, but considering his fellow elder's health, Astor figured that his injuries prevented him from going himself. The castle that Astor was eventually headed to was more of a traditional beige color with emerald tower tops and a main gate of a somewhat foreboding size. There were beautiful designs over the battlements, given that the Dream Weavers loved art, and stained glass windows with pictures of interesting dragons and other creatures. Astor walked up to the gate, beyond the silver bridge, and almost knocked on the door…but then something stung his senses.
Astor turned around as though someone were following but saw nothing. He was about to question his own sanity when he felt the same ethereal disturbance; the teal elder walked a few feet on the bridge and then he witnessed something odd. Over the distant horizon, a black fog was rising…as soon as it covered the white clouds, the blue sky immediately turned a bloody red and a demonic wind started to stir. The black fog began rising and twisting with red mist, until it materialized into a terrifying figure: the God of Destruction, Atlas Twilight. The crimson dragon folded his arms and gave a sadistic smile as he watched the puny Pure Dragons gather to see if his figure was truly real. He was visible in every dragon home; the Artisan's (which he thoroughly razed), the Peace Keeper's, the Magic Crafter's, the Beast Maker's and of course, the Dream Weaver's. Astor looked at the demonic figure; he knew that it was nothing more than dark magic, but it was still an imposing figure.
"Worthless Pure Dragons!" Atlas began. His voice called forth thunderclaps and rung through the very air; he was clearly using all of his influence as a Dragonian God, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Twilight…Atlas Twilight, and I am the Yokkureian God of Destruction! That's right; Yokkureian!"
"Yokkureian…" Astor said. He wasn't the only one surprised; every dragon of age in every realm was muttering to one another.
"Worthless Pure Dragons…you no doubt felt that sting in the air. That shockwave that blew across your entire existence. Do you know what that was? I'll tell you; your God of Creation…he is dead. Defeated and killed by me! Do you know why I killed him? This is why!" Atlas took the time to produce the life force he had obtained from Spyro. The crimson dragon rolled the small orb around in his hand to emphasize his point. "This is the reason that I came to your world. This life force is what I need to finally complete my vow. For too long my world has endured harsh conditions and unjust suffering. For too long, your world has enjoyed prosperity and you Pure Dragons have laughed in our faces with your shallow comments about how savage and beastly we are! But soon, you will know exactly what we have dealt with."
"Once I take this lovely object back to my world, than you will be on a strict time limit. Your 'Dragon Realms' will slowly start to decay and rot before you. You will lose your precious sun and your vital waters. You will lose that green that you take for granted and shove in our faces! You will lose your blue skies and your gentle rains. Destruction will reign over your world and I will be there to watch. Don't ask me about the time limit; I'm not about to spoil that surprise for you. In no time at all, your world will turn into the hell that we have had to endure. Farewell, pathetic worms!!"
At those last words, Atlas let out a demonic laugh and his image vanished, followed by the red sky and the black fog…but not the fear that he had placed in so many hearts. The Pure Dragons talked to one another about what they had just seen, some going into a panic and some reassuring others that Spyro couldn't be dead. Elder Astor however, was dumbstruck; he forgot everything he was doing and simply stared at the horizon where the figure of that horrific dragon briefly ruled the beautiful skyline.
"That small red dragon, Atlas…was a Yokkurei? And a God?" Astor said to himself.
Meanwhile in the ruins of the Artisan Home, Atlas stood in the same general area where he and Spyro had battled only a few minutes ago. He had a thin aura of mist around him, presumably the lasting effects of the arcana that he just used, and a hand over the opened Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens. Atlas stretched his body in general and his wings, which were normal again, and looked at the town that once stood. The flames were still burning brightly and the magma that he summoned from the depths of the planet was still eating at whatever it touched. The red dragon then looked at the body of his last opponent. Except for the gaping wound on his chest, Spyro looked quite peaceful as though he was happy that he put up a good fight…hell, he probably was.
"Well, little dragon…I should probably get going. I have a world to save and you are going to help me do it, whether you like it or not…" Atlas said to Spyro's body.
The red dragon stretched out his wings and started to walk away, when he stopped just before reaching the entrance to cavern which led back to the plains. He looked at the God of Creation's body; he was slowly fading back into ether and his divinity was escaping him. Atlas closed his eyes and stretched out one of his ethereal, feathery black wings; he pulled out one of the feathers from his wing and held it over the white dragon. Some of the holy ether began to gather around the black feather and it slowly started to turn white…after a minute or so, it fully shifted color schemes and gave off a brilliant light that was accompanied by a small pulse; Spyro's body disappeared shortly after. The God of Destruction stuck the feather back into his wing but when he did, a white lightening started to crawl over his body before a white line traced itself through his collar and the red coloring in his wings turned white.
"What the hell…oh well, I'll figure it out. It's time to go! Rakenzai Meguri!" Atlas said. The spell that the crimson dragon called upon created an enormous black cloud under him that proceeded to take him into the air and wherever his mind wished it to go…finally leaving the Dragon Realms behind…
In Terra's room, the silver wolf sat where he always was, except there was no board or toys in front of him. At the moment, all that was in front of Terra was the hourglass which he kept telling himself that he didn't know the origins of. The sands in the ancient time keeper were not flowing, showing that his countdown had ceased…however, he looked generally unsatisfied. Finally, Terra leapt up and checked to see if Hinarious was in the room; after confirming that he wasn't, the silver bishōn equipped his headphones and stood straight with his eyes closed. In short order, black, crystalline wings ripped out of his back with a blood curdling sound, however Terra wasn't flustered.
"Atlas…what are doing? Are you trying to dispel my predictions? Are you trying to change your fate?" Terra asked.
The silver bishōn kneeled down and put his paws on his headphones; he heard the sounds of leaves rustling and birds chirping. After hearing those sounds, Terra vanished from the room, leaving no trace of having ever been there…
"Leaving? For what reason?"
"I hate this place. I'm not wanted nor do I have any friends or family. Not to mention that everyone who doesn't hate me…is afraid of me."
"You expect to find solace in the other world? By doing this, you defy the laws set forth by the great ones—"
"Who cares?! Laws have never done anything for me…nor do they truly have any hold on me!"
"Watch your tongue, young dragon; you still have many years ahead of you."
"What's the point in living them if I can't be happy?!"
…
"So, you're awake. I'm glad…hmm? Is there something wrong?"
"Are…you a God?"
"God? Oh yeah, I am a dragon God. I'm the God of Creation, Spyro. What's your name?"
"My name? I'm Atlas. Atlas the Dragon."
"Atlas, huh? That's a cool name. Well, let's go! I'll show you around!"
…
"Ah, Master Spyro, 'tis an honor to finally meet you. I am Yokurious, one of the four Sage Dragons. I have come to retrieve that dragon that is standing behind you."
"Hmm? Atlas?"
"Be quiet, Yokurious! Don't say another word!"
"Hmph…you really have no respect for anyone. Master Spyro, this dragon is a threat to your world. He can't be allowed to stay here."
"Stay here? What's going on?"
"Nothing. Don't listen to him! He's just trying to take me away!"
"Silence, Atlas; you have no say in this manner."
"Raargh! Shut your trap, Yokurious!"
…
"Atlas…"
"Alright, alright…I get it. I'll confess. I'm…I'm…I'm a…a Yokkurei…"
"So…you really are a…"
"Yes! I said it already, dammit! I'm a Yokkurei!!"
"Why didn't you—"
"Why didn't I tell you?! How stupid can you be?! I didn't tell you because I'm not even supposed to be here according to the 'supreme judge's laws'! I knew that if I told you, either you or any of these Pure Dragons, would kill me or send me back!! Back to that accursed world!"
…
In the skies of the Dragon Realms, Atlas was floating across the blue scape on his black cloud. He had his arms crossed and was clearly deep in thought, mostly reminiscing about when he first met Spyro and some of the other events that transpired. Remembering so much, he almost bit his tongue when he recalled naming his own world "cursed"; he couldn't have helped saying something like that, after all he was not himself. In a sort of frustrated manner, he produced the life force he had acquired from Spyro; it was as brilliant and radiant as ever. The God of Destruction was still shocked that he was actually holding such a beautiful object. He was looking longingly at the life force…the life force that could save his world. In fact, he was so involved in his spoils of victory that he failed to notice a swarm of dark energy coming at him. The rogue attack shredded through the cloud that Atlas stood on and he let out a mix of a scream and a roar as he fell from the sky toward a forest below. The God of Destruction crashed through the branches and trees below until he hit the ground with an earth-shaking thud.
"Urk…where the hell…? Oh, no!" Atlas said.
That last comment was directed at the fact that Spyro's life force was bouncing and rolling down a nearby incline at a noticeable speed. Atlas collected himself and ran after the glowing orb as best as he could, running through trees and knocking some completely over as he went. When he was close enough, he made a mighty lead for it and grabbed it with his right hand as he crashed to the ground…just before it fell into a deep ravine where a river was flowing. The water below was white and blue, which flowed at a moderate speed through the deep ravine. The crimson dragon rose to his feet and dusted off the fate of his world, when he finally noticed the black trees, the white leaves on said trees, and the white grass below him. He probably shouldn't have noticed that because as soon as he did, the God of Destruction ripped the nearest tree out of the ground and furiously bashed it into another tree while letting out a savage roar. The crimson dragon was about to torch a large section of the forest with his hellish breath until he heard the slight sound of laughter.
Atlas quickly turned toward the general direction from which he heard the laughter and let loose the enormous, green fireball that was growing within his maw. The result as it traveled and hit what was assumed to be tree was an explosion that matched the dragon God's rage in size. From the resulting emerald flames came the silver bishōn, Terra; he walked out with a strange look on his face and was tossing an object up and down in his right hand. The object was…
"The life force?!" Atlas said. He managed to hold his rage down long enough to be able to form a proper sentence. The red dragon checked his body and he found that…"That's Spyro's life force!! How did yo—argghh!!" The red dragon slammed the ground with his fist with all of his power and opened a small fissure.
"You must have dropped it when you went to grab that tree…" Terra started, "Luckily for you, I grabbed before it either got smoldered in your inferno or fell into that ravine."
"Give it back right now!!" Atlas' voice was warping between his regular voice and his savage god voice.
"Don't worry. I don't plan to keep this. What can I do with it?"
"I know that voice. What do you want? What idiotic questions do you have for us now?!"
"…right. I don't really have a question for you, but rather a revelation, if you will. I should probably get it out right now before you do something that you'll regret later. I'm pretty sure that you know we're in the spirit world right now. This is the White Forest in between the Great Waterfall Basin, the Prison of Cryo…I'm sure you know that place, and of course the Tower of Ryoshin. Of course, the spirit world is far vaster than that, with the White Mountain Range, the Gendyrue Fog and the Canventa Wood…"
"Please…get…to…the…point!"
"…whatever. Do you know why such a powerful rage comes over you when you stand in this area? This is where your nearest ancestor was captured and killed."
"Ancestor?"
"Yes. The previous God of Destruction and the dragon that sits in statue form on top of the dojo in the Dragon Realms. The dragon that almost brought the end of all worlds with but his hands and his magick."
"He was my ancestor?"
"Yes…you are directly related to the nameless dragon that was the greatest weapon in dragonian history. That's why you're so powerful and why you get so enraged when you come here; you are subconsciously channeling his energy into your body via your Devil's Script…your markings which are for some reason more powerful than mine…or are they?"
"What are you getting at, pathetic worm?"
"Well…" Terra turned his back to Atlas and equipped his headphones. "Spyro doesn't need to be around for us to have a little rematch. I'll give this life force back to you if you fight…with the nameless God of your past."
"What…urgghh…grr…I'll destroy you, you insignificant crossbreed!"
End Chapter Sixteen…next chapter, World…