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 II: Blood in Trial and Time
Chapter XVII: World
"Ryoshin, you are being irrational!"
"Irrational?! What do you know, mortal?! You have no idea what I was put through in my life! Those trials were arduous beyond any reason!"
"Those were just something that you had to do--"
"Shut up!! You were lying to me all this time! I know now…I know that I am a God!!"
"What?! How did you--"
"I did some investigation…and now that I know, I will put all of my newly acquired power to destroy all worlds!!"
…
Those weren't any of his memories, but Atlas figured that they belonged to the power that was taking over his body. What did Terra mean when he said, 'Spyro doesn't need to be around'? Atlas wouldn't let that intimidate him; he knew that Spyro was dead and that was the end of it. Nothing would stop his ultimate goal and if he could harness this power that was stirring inside of him, his goal would be all that much easier to reach. That wouldn't be easy, however; the crimson dragon was slowly losing his sense of self and he wondered what would happen when he finally lost control…
"Are you okay, Atlas? You don't look like yourself…" Terra mockingly said.
Atlas couldn't answer; he could barely find the control to say anything. Suddenly without even calling them out himself, Atlas' ethereal wings tore from his scales with a lingering pain that he did not recall. The source of the pain was soon obvious; at the point where his wings were connected to his back, jagged black and purple crystals had also tore their way through his skin and scales. The crystals drew blood as they came and left Atlas with a stabbing pain in his spine…however, he quickly ignored the pain as he stood straight. The God of Destruction let out a savage roar and summoned his six Shinigami Ryoku; each one burned with an aura that hadn't been seen for eons.
"So…it wasn't just a theory…you are his descendant. Lucky bastard." Terra whispered.
After uttering that small statement, Terra rushed forward with flames blazing from his feet and hands as he set his sights on the crimson dragon. The silver wolf started with a straight burning palm thrust. Atlas easily stepped to the side, but Terra wasn't going to give him the chance to release one of his Shinigami; the bishōn quickly brought his foot up as he connected it with Atlas' jaw, giving him a slight burn in the process. The crimson dragon fell back but caught himself before he could hit the ground. He tried to find the time to release one of his weapons, but Terra was upon him again sending a wave of ice crystals at him. A savage urge pushed Atlas to withdraw his Shinigami Ryoku and draw in a huge amount of air; so much that it seemed he grew for a few seconds…when he released everything within him, the sight surprised the red dragon himself.
Atlas' resulting breath attack was something that he had never seen before. It was a dark shockwave that caused blackened flames to rise out of the ground that surrendered to the God's immense power. Terra didn't expect an attack of this magnitude in the least and was sent back and burned by the shockwave and the flames respectively. The silver wolf hit a tree hard but before he could recover, Atlas was upon him. The God of Destruction conveyed the power that he ultimately absorbed from Scion and stomped the ground with his right foot, causing a fissure to open and spew magma toward Terra. The silver wolf put his hands on his headphones and closed his eyes; the result was the magma flow suddenly stopping and staying where it was, in suspended animation.
Atlas was about to question what he was seeing before he was surprised even more; Terra leapt off of the tree and ran along the stopped magma, with his eyes still closed. The minute he was off of the molten rock and on solid ground, he opened his eyes and the magma started flowing again, engulfing a whole of trees even though it missed its desired target. To say the least, Atlas was stunned.
"What's wrong?" Terra simply asked.
"Shut up, worm!" Atlas roared.
The red dragon called upon more unfamiliar powers as he drew in another vast amount of air. When he once again released everything within himself, Atlas ended up letting out a sky-splitting roar that called down enormous columns of light from the sky; white, feathery wings spread from the magick attack as each beam hit the ground. Terra cursed to himself and created a barrier out of ice to protect himself, but Atlas' attack was too much for his shield and it was easily pierced. Terra was forced slightly into the air and was hit hard by any remaining beams that Atlas had summoned. The God of destruction was not done however; he crouched low to the ground and his claws suddenly began to turn black by the moment. The red dragon stuck his claws into the ground and a slight tremor followed before enormous, black sword-like forms ripped through the ground and shredded Terra while he was in the air.
Atlas was completely driven by rage and the power storming through his veins; he had completely forgotten that Terra was holding Spyro's life force. The red dragon dashed forward and made a slight pushing motion with his hands and caused the earth to rise up toward Terra. Atlas ran upon the rended earth until he was close enough to Terra to drive him toward the ground with his fist which was slowly being covered in dark energy. However, Terra finally regained himself and sent his foot into Atlas' jaw once more as he put some distance between himself and the red dragon in midair. Terra slowly let himself fall through the trees once more and touched down under the canopy, shortly followed by Atlas. Terra looked the red dragon up and down; he had seen enough.
"…catch." Terra said. He tossed Spyro's life force toward Atlas and the red dragon caught it, his head suddenly becoming clear once more.
"What the hell was the point of all that?! There wasn't even a victor!" Atlas roared, clearly agitated.
"Oh, don't worry Atlas. There was a victor."
"Will you stop being so damn--"
"By the way…you should probably keep a tight grip on that orb…less you lose yourself to a power you are not yet ready to control."
With those words, Terra turned around and started walking through the thick wood. Atlas attempted to follow but before he could catch sight of Terra again, the silver wolf had vanished. Atlas was confused on a large scale; he scratched his head and looked at the object that was in his hands…could Terra have been telling him that Spyro was somehow still alive? Was he making sure that Atlas didn't lose his soul to this strange power? The God of Destruction shook his head; he knew that Spyro wouldn't have been doing him any favors, especially right now. The red dragon was flustered by the sudden battle but conjured his black cloud once more to continue the journey that Terra seemed to be trying to interrupt…
"Where did you go? I missed you."
Hinarious asked Terra that question upon the silver wolf's return to his room and inserted that statement to make sure that Terra didn't assume that the sage Dragon was watching his every move. Terra was toying with his Atlas doll and was also leaning against one of the columns that stood between the room and the dark lake beyond. The bishōn looked at Hinarious with just one eye and answered his query.
"I just went out to confirm your theory. You were right about Atlas." Terra responded.
"Really? What exactly was I right about?" Hinarious asked.
"About him being the descendant of the nameless dragon that almost destroyed the worlds. You were right."
"How did you find this out? Unless you challenged him to a battle…"
"I did. We had a friendly scuffle just so that I could see that power…however…"
"However what?"
"However…" Terra calmly walked across the room and picked up his Spyro figure that he had previously shelved, "I think that there is a missing link here. Something may have gone wrong during our calculations…"
"How could something have gone wrong? Especially with you?"
"Don't go over it so much…not yet. I'm just saying that it's a possibility. Creation and Destruction are, and always have been, very unpredictable forces."
"Hmm, I see your point…but still, nothing should get by us in any way, shape or form. I'm going to leave now…I have a certain dragon to meet up with…"
Hinarious walked out of the room and the sounds of his staff hitting the polished floor soon vanished into nothing. Terra stayed behind and looked at both "Atlas" and "Spyro"; he had a very involved look about his face as if he was thinking very hard…and then a revelation hit him hard. This revelation hit him so hard that he dropped his toys and a look of pure shock took his face…
After flying for an extended amount of time, Atlas finally reached it: the Edge of Reason. He remembered when he first came here…when he first crossed over to the world of the Pure Dragons. The God of Destruction walked out from behind the large door and looked at the crystalline tree; its diamond leaves reflecting the light of the sun were as beautiful as they were the first time. Atlas looked at the faintly glowing lanterns on the branches and he was suddenly overcome by a sickly feeling. After a prolonged period, Atlas was finally returning to his world and maybe bringing its salvation with him. The God of Destruction let out a long sigh…he wasn't looking forward to the condition of his world. He slowly walked up to the tree and gently placed his hand upon its trunk; the result was a brilliant light that revealed what looked like a waterfall flowing out of the crystal.
"Well…this is it. This will be the end…the end of the Yokkurei's suffering…it's now or never!" Atlas said.
The God of Destruction calmly walked through the water, using all of strength in his body to prepare for the sight that was the world that he left…the Yokkureian Realm…
End Chapter Seventeen…next chapter, Failure…
ValkierieDjermegandre: A very critical moment in the story here. Will Atlas obtain retribution, or will something go wrong?