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 XX: Meeting

"What do you mean 'not completely dead'?"

In the Marsh of Resonance, Spyro was pouring over the statement that Scion had made, saying that the dragon God wasn't completely dead. The white dragon was perplexed about this and definitely wanted answers. If there was a way to come back to life, he definitely wanted to know so he could rip Atlas' face off.

"Well, it's very faint but I can still sense an aura around you. Maybe you have a chance at life again…especially considering that you're a God and your kind take longer to become lost in this world than dragons like me." Scion explained.

"So, if I did find a way to escape from here, I couldn't take you with me?" Spyro asked. Scion shook his head.

"No. I've been here for two years now; my soul has been bound to this place."

"Oh…"

"You don't have to worry about me anyway; I'm fine. I'm satisfied with my fate."

"Alright…anyway, how do I come back to life?"

"Depends. How strong is your desire? If you feel that you really want to go back to the other plane, take your chances and cross the Lake of Souls. You should find your way from there."

"Thanks, Scion."

Scion nodded in response and then seemed to drift into slumber. Spyro smiled and looked across the water…all he could see were the vast streams of mist floating through the air. Despite being unable to see, Spyro's resolve stood strong and the dragon God stepped into the Lake of Souls. When he did, his foot somewhat burned but his desire kept him going through each burning step until he finally reached land on the other side. The white dragon God arrived on another island where a towering tree made of pure crystal rested. Its leaves were a vibrant red and Spyro could see streams of blood running through the translucent crystal. The dragon God touched the tree and then it gave off a brilliant glow…following that, a dragon of grand stature appeared just before Spyro; the God of Creation felt severely dwarfed. Even odder, he felt the same sense of overwhelming fear that he felt when he looked at the statue on the top of the Dragon Dojo.

The dragon came just short of the ten meter tree and was a deep red in color, darker than Atlas. It wore a thick, black cloak that covered nearly every portion that would reveal its identity. The cloak also had an unprecedented amount of incantations and markings upon it; Spyro guessed that there were more than ten thousand or so imprints. There were many openings in the fabric of the garment for his various body parts; there were four holes for his branching horns. There was also an opening near were his head probably was and out of that opening, came its unnatural amount of hair. Its hair was white with red streaks and it covered its entire back area and its sides somewhat. Nothing else could be seen from the cloak except for its mouth area where two long, jagged fangs made themselves known. What really struck Spyro was that it carried a sword eerily similar to the Supreme Judge's, except that it was made of a translucent black crystal and the ancient script read "Belt of Black Hole" instead. There where smaller Orichalcum crystals also sticking out of the blade. A long tail came out from under its cloak; it was so long that it wrapped around the trunk of the tree at least seven times. Its tail also had long sharp ridges that suggested that the tail could be used as a saw and many incantations and markings, along with ending in an enormous crystal cluster that was silver in color. All Spyro had to do was look at the horns and he figured that this dragon was a Yokkurei.

"You…who are you…?" Spyro cautiously asked. The dragon slightly moved its head, revealing its gleaming dark crimson eyes.

"The question is who are you, powerless mortal…or are you a mortal?" The dragon growled. Its voice rumbled and sounded like that of a God. It also revealed the dragon to be male.

"No, I'm not mortal! I'm the Dragonian God of Creation, Spyro the Dragon!"

"God of Creation…than you are a Pure Dragon, am I right?" After that statement, deep blue markings could be seen gleaming inside of the blackness of his cloak.

"Yeah. What of it?"

"Careful with your tone, scum; I may hold your fate in my claws."

"Fine…but, who are you?"

"I don't think a dragon such as yourself is ready to hear my name. Needless to say, the only reason that you are here is clearly because you deserve to be here."

"What?! That's wrong on every possible reason! I'm didn't do anything to warrant my own death! I was murdered by the God of Destruction!"

"…God of Destruction? I see. How interesting…"

"Look, as much as I love cryptic chats, I need to be brought back to life. Do you have the power to do that?"

"I do, but that doesn't mean that I will."

"Urgh…"

"You must prove that you won't make the same mistake that landed you here in the first place."

"Mistake?"

"You, like so many of your kind, lack acceptance. You lack the abilities to except others and their fates, their natures. Collective Pure Dragon naivety could fill an entire ocean with twisted souls."

"What?! Well, it's not like Yokkureian dragons are perfect themselves! How could you guys just eat each other?!"

"You already know why, scum. Our land was poisoned. Our lives doomed. The only to survive was such; kill or be killed."

"That's still savagery!"

"What is savagery? That naivety of yours could pass for savagery considering that you just contradicted every idea that you thought you stood for. Wasn't it you that said that it doesn't matter what race you are? Wasn't it you that stated that a dragon is still a dragon?"

"…d-dammit! You planned that!"

"Yes, but it is you who fell into the trap. Going back to the subject, you should know quite a bit about savagery, scum. Did you not let your anger towards your father take control of you and allow your body to be stolen by the Dark Spirit and the Shinigami, Spyrol?"

"What? How…how do know that? Who are you?"

"Like I said, you are not yet ready to hear my name. No Pure Dragons are. The point is that unless you can truly stand by your own ideals and what you deem to be your principles, you don't deserve to come back to back to life…"

"Damn…no way…"

"However, considering that you went through the trouble of crossing the Lake of Souls, I'll see what you can offer…despite my own nature and what I once was, I do have a heart…"

Spyro started to smile with a small bit of hope within him, but that happiness melted once he saw the dragon's long tail uncoiling from the tree. His tail slammed down next to Spyro, causing a shockwave that made the white dragon jump and the souls in the lake to shift as though an earthquake occurred below. Spyro was confused for a second and then he saw the greater dragon slightly move his head and reveal his gleaming red eyes as his tail started to coil around Spyro. The white dragon started to draw his sword but remembered that he didn't have it, so he tried to jump away, but the greater dragon raised his hand slightly and causing the souls to surge and block Spyro's path. The white dragon tried to find another way out, but he was already getting wrapped in the greater dragon's tail's grip. Spyro tried hard to wrench free, even using his breath to convince him, but the flames just bounced off and he soon found that he was being strangled as everything went dark…

The storm was still raging hard in the Sacred Grounds. Tomas had finally convinced the other elders to give Atlas their mercy and they did, giving the crimson dragon food, drink, a warm bath and a sheet to warm himself with. As Tomas looked at Atlas shivering in front of a fireplace in a central room, he felt great pity for the crimson dragon despite the trouble that he caused. Soon, all six elders gathered in the room and looked at Atlas as the fire burned in front of him. They especially started to note the fact that Atlas didn't have any wings.

"How are you?" Cho-Lei asked, still with a sting in her tone.

"I'm fine for now…except for the fact that I can't help but feel that you all don't want me here…" Atlas whispered, still incredibly weak.

"Of course we don't." Titan plainly stated.

"Titan! For once in your life, keep your mouth shut until you grow a damn brain! All of you, in fact, need to calm yourselves. No matter what he did, we live to help dragons."

"Thank you, Tomas…" Atlas said.

"Don't worry about it. Despite my injuries Atlas, I worry more for you. What happened to you?"

"What happened was that I realized that I was nothing more than a puppet on a string for Hinarious…an evil Sage Dragon. He used me to cause disruption and discord within your realm and within Spyro's heart. He led me along toward getting what I thought was ultimate power, but it was really a time bomb inside of me. He led me to the altar in my world, letting me think I could end the Yokkurei's curse…however, it was really to steal something from Spyro's life force. He then hit me with an attack that was meant to block my chakra flow…and whatever he put inside of me hastened the process and made it permanent…"

"Wow…" Cho-Lei said. She was starting to feel the same pity for him.

"We Yokkureians get our wings from our energy, or chakra, within us. Without my chakra flowing correctly, I have no wings…or power. He even shattered my Shinigami Ryoku. All I have now is the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens…and Spyro's Adamatinacor, but I can't bring myself to use that."

"Atlas…" Tomas said.

"All I want now…is just to bring Spyro back to life and make everything right. But without any Godhood, I'm not sure I can do anything…I'm worthless and weak right now…I mean look at me…sitting here in front of a fireplace. I'm no God."

"Atlas, you shouldn't degrade yourself like this. This is just what your enemy wants. You don't need Godhood to have power."

"…"

"And besides…there is a way for you to bring Spyro back…if you're not too late."

"There is?!"

"Yes. You must gather up all of your resolve and venture into the Spirit Realm once more…to the Graveyard of Reason."

End Chapter Twenty…next chapter, Resurrection…