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 XIX: Broken

At least three days had passed in the Yokkureian Realm…it was hard to tell with the absence of the sun. Despite his periodically growling stomach, Atlas didn't move from where he had firmly planted himself after Hinarious had wronged him so. His friend, Heimdegire tried to get him to get over what happened and eat something or just move, but Atlas was like the very Einsir Mountains themselves; unmoving, but dangerous and imposing. The red dragon didn't shift his tattered body one bit but not because of his injuries, but because of the incomparable shame that he was feeling. On the fourth day of his sulking, Heimdegire had finally had enough and scaled the mountains once more to find Atlas still in his desired place; his hair was finally starting to poke out in different directions from not being groomed.

"Atlas…you've been here for four days now. This is no behavior for a God such as yourself." Heimdegire said, trying to coax his companion into breaking out of his depression.

"You're right…because I am no God…" Atlas whispered. He was barely audible.

"Atlas! You can't just sit here sulking for the rest of your life…which would be a very long time! You need to get over yourself and bring back that indispensible willpower!"

"Get over myself…?" Atlas rose and started walking toward Heimdegire ominously, but the silver Yokkurei stood fast. "What the hell do you know?! Despite the horrid conditions of this world, you live a relatively sheltered life with your parents! Your loving parents!"

"What in the name of all the dragon Gods does that have to do with anything?!"

"You have no reason to complain about my behavior, especially after what just happened! I'm no God; I'm a king among failures! I can never make success or good fortune happen; this godforsaken nature of mine prevents me from doing anything that can help this world! I roared all the time about others being disgraces to the dragon Gods, but in the end I'm the biggest disgrace! I'm no God; I'm nothing more than a failure!"

"Atlas, that's not true! You're not…"

"Heimdegire, stop!" Atlas started breaking into a small stream of tears at that point, "You can't do anything for me…just like I can't do anything for you…I don't even deserve to set foot on these grounds…"

Atlas wiped the minimal amount of tears from his eyes and started to walk away from the shrine and the events of his denied moment of salvation. Before he completely vanished from the mountain, Heimdegire slowed him down.

"Wait Atlas…I know that you're going through a lot now. But I want to know that no matter what happens to you…you'll always be my friend."

Despite Heimdegire's warm words, Atlas said nothing in response and spread his ethereal wings…or as least tried. It was only then that he found that he couldn't use his ethereal wings; Hinarious had truly broken his aura and the effects must have been permanent. Atlas clenched his fists tightly and wrenched his arms in either direction as he let out an earsplitting bellow. The red Yokkurei growled to himself and started walking out of the volcano and away from his world…probably forever…

There was mist everywhere; so much that one would definitely be unable to see. What could be seen was the large amount of tombstones that dotted the area and the white trees that seemed to rise out of the mist. Many statues of various beasts also rose out of the mist and set the ominous tone. There were gray clouds all across the sky that prevented the moon and stars from being seen. The white dragon that lay on a small isle that had an enormous tree rising from it. He found that his sword was absent from his back and there was a large wound in his chest. There were also many other scars across his body.

"Damn…where the hell am I…?" Spyro started. He looked around and started to move but found that there was water beneath the mist. "Oh yeah that's right…that bastard, Atlas killed me!!"

"Yeah, you are dead. You catch on fast, but then again I wouldn't expect any less…" came a voice.

The voice sounded familiar, so Spyro wanted to know the source of it…and then he saw him, causing a slight smile to come across his face. He was a black dragon with a white belly and underside. He had armor on his arms and legs that resembled castle towers; those towers were topped with white flames that burned brightly. There were many incantations and markings on his body that were white in color and he had armor on his long tail. He had glorious white hair flowing from his head and gold horns that arched toward his back. There were silver ridges poking out of his back and gold Orichalcum crystals also coming out of his back. He looked at Spyro curiously and then a slight smile snaked across his maw.

"Scion! Wow, despite what happened to you, I somehow didn't expect to see you again…" Spyro said. He started to get up and walk over to Scion's side, but…

"Don't move, Spyro; the water in this marsh would not be good for you…" Scion warned.

"Oh…fair enough." Spyro looked at the black dragon and found that something was odd about him. "Hey Scion, why do you sound so weak?"

"Because I am weak, big brother. My runes have no power here and thusly, neither do I. I'm already dead so I don't have to worry about anything more serious than that…"

"Where are we?"

"You mean you don't know? We're in the Graveyard of Reason. We're not with the other tombstones because we're not Shinigami. We've been sent to the Marsh of Resonance inside of the same Graveyard."

"Wonderful. While I'm here, who knows what trouble Atlas is causing in the Dragon Realms?!"

"Atlas?"

"The God of Destruction. The real, Yokkureian God of Destruction."

"The God of Destruction…is a Yokkureian dragon?"

"Yeah and he took yours and Spyrol's powers so that he could feed his own fire! That bastard is probably tearing my world to shreds! I can't believe I trusted him!"

"Hmm…you know…I don't think you're completely dead yet…"

"What?!"

The winds were gusting strongly on the grounds of the sacred Dragon Dojo. Because of the fact that the dojo was on a different plane separate from the Artisan Home, Atlas couldn't bring his wrath upon it. Rain was falling from the skies in torrents and showed no signs of getting better as thunder and lightening started. Inside, Cho-Lei was wrapping bandages around Tomas' wounds. Given that they were inflicted by the God of Destruction, Cho-Lei was finding them very difficult to heal and she sometimes needed to enlist Astor for some help. Tomas himself was in noticeable pain, but for the most part he kept it to himself. Everything was progressing quite smoothly…until there was a loud bang on the door. All of the elders raised their eyebrows in question.

"Were any of you expecting someone?" Cho-Lei said.

When everyone shook their heads, the doors flew open and the winds tore through bringing rain with them. At the door was the tattered and bloody God of Destruction, Atlas Twilight. He was covered in rain, dirt, and blood; he also did not look to be in the best shape, referencing all of the cuts and bruises on his body. His green eyes were devoid of any expression besides sorrow. The Elders were about to attack him all at once, save for Tomas because of his injuries; the blue Elder had a look of utter anger about his face…until he noticed that something was very wrong with Atlas. He didn't sense an aura at all and he considered the awful look of the beast and gave his companions the motion to stand down.

"What the hell are you thinking?! Isn't he the one that turned the Artisan Home into hell?!" Titan roared.

"Yes…however, there is something dreadfully wrong with this dragon. This God has completely lost his aura…Atlas, how did…" Tomas started. Atlas shook his head and shivered.

"I…I'd rather not talk about it right now. All that I can really say is that you shouldn't address me as a God anymore…" Atlas whispered. His voice clearly showed that he had no energy left in his body. "I…I know that this wouldn't mean anything right now given that I have no power…b-but, I sincerely apologize for what I did. I was just…well, there is no proper explanation for my behavior, I guess…"

"Damn right there isn't! Do you know how many lives you took?! How much blood you spilt?!" Cho-Lei shot.

"It doesn't matter what you say, dark anima! You are not welcome in this world!" Magnus shot.

"…I guess…I guess purgatory is where I belong at this point…to burn in hell like all those others that I cursed…" Atlas whispered.

"Atlas…what happened to you? Where is your aura?" Tomas asked.

"Tomas, why are you being so merciful to him?!" Sensei roared.

"Because, he is no less of a dragon that you and I!" Tomas roared back. "What he did was not his fault! His nature drives him to commit such acts!"

"He's a Yokkurei!" Titan said.

"…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here…I don't deserve any favors from you…I don't deserve anything from this world…" Atlas said, ready to walk back into the storm.

"Wait Atlas!" Tomas called. The red dragon turned back around, his eyes full of sorrow. "Tell me. Tell me what happened and why you came back here."

End Chapter Nineteen…next chapter, Meeting…

ValkierieDjermegandre: Tomas' Ki training is what makes him so forgiving. That and because he can sense aura as easily as you can sense the intensity in this chapter. Man, Atlas is broken…