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 XXII: Resurrection II
Atlas had finally woken up after what seemed like hours. He didn't recall falling out of consciousness, but considering how much energy he spent on redirecting Terra's attack, it was entirely possible that he passed out after a while. It was then that the Yokkureian dragon noticed that he was moving…the fact that he could see clouds and the land moving below him told him that Agni must have picked him up. Forcing his body to do more than it was ready to do, Atlas flipped himself over and that came with a stab of pain. Agni apparently sensed his movement.
"You probably shouldn't move too much…your body is not ready for it…" Agni said. Atlas lied back down on his front against his will and allowed himself to breath.
"Did you pick me up…? If so, than thanks…I guess." Atlas mumbled.
"Atlas…what did you do to drive off our pursuers?"
"I dunno…I just deflected Terra's energy and blasted him with some purple lightening. Hinarious saw the bastard's suffering and ran off to tend to his wounds."
"Purple lightening? Atlas, you managed to call upon the power of Plasma?"
"Plasma? The hell is that?"
"Plasma is the dark connotation to Lightening energy. It is very chaotic and very few can actually control it…one of those few was the nameless dragon."
"Nameless dragon…oh yeah, the previous God of Destruction."
"Atlas, who are you really?"
"Oh, Rhatara didn't tell you? I'm the current God of Destruction."
"…r-really?"
"Yeah. What's up with that reaction?"
Agni didn't answer his question and simply kept flying. Suddenly, Atlas felt slightly uncomfortable; should he have told her that? After all, there were a great many dragons who abhorred the God of Destruction, most likely because of what this nameless dragon did. He hoped that Agni wasn't one of the ones that hated the God of Destruction; otherwise he'd probably have to do something that he didn't want to do. After a very long time of flying, the duo finally reached an area where the snow on the ground was replaced by a shining silver rock. Atlas got up and looked around to see that they had entered an expansive mountain pass, not to mention the snow had gone and only the clouds remained. Agni touched down and let Atlas off of her back…she then turned around.
"What? Are you leaving me?" Atlas asked. Agni said nothing at first.
"The Graveyard of Reason is just beyond this…the Mountains of Remembrance. Good luck." Agni simply said.
Without even allowing Atlas to respond to her, Agni picked herself off of the ground and flew off without even looking back at the red dragon. Atlas tried to call out to her but she kept going, soon being out of Atlas' eyesight. The Yokkureian looked in the direction to which the A.X.I.S member flew off and wore an angry scowl.
"Geez, what the hell was that about? I know some freak out when you tell them that you're a God, but that's just extreme. She's lucky I'm well enough to walk, otherwise I'd be pissed off…" Atlas growled.
Atlas sighed to himself and looked at his new surroundings. The mountain tops around the entire area were made of some kind of crystal and the silver rock glinted even though there was no sunlight. A dense mist prevented Atlas from seeing what was below the valley, so he easily figured that there was nothing down there that would be good for him. What he could see, however, was a surprising amount of devil's script painted into the lower walls of the canyon. The God of Destruction however, put all of this out of his mind and kept walking; he couldn't afford to waste any more time. Atlas moved forward and soon the path sloped in a downward direction; it then began to wind and weave around the mountains that surrounded him. Finally after twenty or so minutes, he reached another plain; this one was mostly topped with blue grass and there were white trees poking out of the ground here and there. Atlas looked up and found that the clouds had gone and were replaced by an enormous moon and a full sheet of stars.
The red dragon kept walking and reached a gate in short order. It was a very eerie sight…one of the gates was ajar and swung closed to open and open to closed as though the door was blowing in a gust that was not present. The gate made an uncomfortable creaking noise that sounded similar to a baby dragon crying slightly. Atlas walked up to the entrance and read the enormous message atop the entrance: The Graveyard of Reason; where memories die.
"'Where memories die'…wonderful. Sounds like a pleasant venture. Oh well…if Spyro's really in there I haven't got much of a choice." Atlas said.
The Yokkureian pushed open the gate that was swinging so idly, walking among the silent gravestones of the Graveyard of Reason. For once, Atlas felt completely powerless here; this was Death's domain. The loneliest silence that hung in the air gave Atlas one of the worst feelings that he could ever have; it felt like someone was breathing very hard down his neck the entire time. While walking down the lane of lost lives, Atlas started to see many gravestones and he recognized many of the names like 'Yotoi', 'Tsubasa', 'Rhanara', 'Laviathara', 'Yamiro' and 'Orimay'…that made the Yokkurei slightly nervous. He also saw gravestones marked 'Spyrol' and 'Scion'; Atlas chuckled at the fact that those two fed his power. However, one gravestone got his attention; it was a gravestone that looked like it was slowly being created by naught but ether. The most frightening thing about it, however, was the inscription that was slowly being carved into it…
"Dragonian God of Creation, Spyro th--"
"Damn, I'm running out of time! I've gotta get to that marsh!" Atlas roared.
Atlas tore himself away from that horrifying sight and started to run through the silent graveyard until he reached an area where the land completely ended and was replaced with an expanse of thick mist that obscured the water that was below. There were small islands and tall trees that rose from those islands. Atlas didn't waste any time noting any beauty about the area; the red dragon sprinted straight through the water that was below him, despite the slight burning feeling that hit his scales as he went. After a fair time of burning footsteps, Atlas arrived on a large island with an equally large tree resting in the center of it. The tree was made entirely up of crystal and had vibrant red leaves; there were also streams of blood running through the translucent crystal. The real sight that caught Atlas' attention however, was the sight of the God of Creation; restrained to the tree by what seemed like a large dragon's tail made of stone. Atlas walked closer and soon he was filled with a strong feeling of regret.
"Spyro…I'm here and…and I'm very sorry for everything…especially your current state…" Atlas said, almost with tears in his eyes.
"Oh…so you are, now?" Came a voice. Atlas jumped back and drew his sword as the same cloaked dragon appeared in front of him, dwarfing the Yokkurei with his superior stature. The dragon tail holding Spyro to the tree slowly turned red and was revealed to be part of the cloaked dragon's body.
"Uhh…wh-wha…?"
"So...this time a living being comes to defile the Kingdom of the Dead…but you are a Yokkurei, correct?"
"Yeah. Mind telling me your name? I can clearly see that you're also a Yokkurei…"
"I'd rather not say…especially while he's here…"
"You're referencing Spyro, aren't you?"
"So, you seem to know this dragon. If I were to make a wild guess, I'd say that you are Atlas…the current God of Destruction that killed this Pure Dragon…"
"…yeah…"
"You say that you are sorry…but I wonder; are you really? Do you truly have regrets about what you did?"
"What are you trying to say?!"
"Dear boy, you are a Yokkurei; fighting Pure Dragons is in our blood. Our heritage, in fact, is steeped in tales that tell of many Yokkurei versus many Pure Dragons. It's history. It's life. For us, anyway…"
"Life isn't set in stone, ya know. We can change things between the clans."
"Do you really think that?" the cloaked dragon seemed to be angered by this statement, as his red eyes gleamed brightly under his cloak. "You think that you can overcome an eon's worth of aggression just because you want to? Because you're a God, perhaps?"
"Not because I want to, but because I know I can. I know it's possible."
"...Hmph. You are as much a fool as this one that I have restrained to this tree. Think about this, scum; you killed the God of Creation. You are the God of Destruction. Do you really think you have what it takes to write your own chapter in the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens?"
"Huh?" Atlas looked down at his side, at the Grimoire that was still chained to his body. "What about the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens?"
"The Grimoire is a tome that writes itself, scum. It holds every chapter of dragonian history within its pages…but it only shows them to the worthy. Have you ever seen them?"
"Grr…look! I don't have any time for a fireside cryptic chat with you! I came all the way here to save Spyro and I'm damn well gonna do it! So get out of my way!"
"…one that knows nothing of where he comes from…does not deserve to be called 'God'…"
Suddenly, the dragon vanished and left naught but an ominous wind behind. Spyro was released from the tree and hit the ground, coughing and hacking as though he were being strangled a moment ago. The white dragon opened his eyes and saw Atlas, who simply waved at him with an awkward smile.
"Umm…hello, Spy--" Atlas started to say.
His greeting was cut off by Spyro's fist in his gut. Considering his earlier endeavors, the hit hurt the red dragon much more than it should have and he doubled over in pain. He tried to speak again, but Spyro's anger was unfounded as he drove his foot in Atlas' cheek. The Yokkureian dragon hit the ground on his front and Spyro took the chance to rip Adamatinacor off of Atlas' back. The God of Creation wound up for a vertical strike that would in effect make Atlas into two, but the red dragon found the strength to pick up his own sword from where it had fallen on the ground and parry Spyro's attack. Atlas ducked as Spyro tried a horizontal strike and rose while stepping back; he didn't have the strength to fight at all, not to mention that those nights that he spent walking through a storm were catching up to him as Atlas started to cough up blood. The weakened Yokkurei embedded his sword into the ground and rested his body on it…but that didn't last long as Spyro executed a brutal diagonal slash combo that carved an 'X' in Atlas' chest; the latter hit the ground, dropped his sword and didn't rise after that.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Spyro roared. Atlas tried to respond but all that came out of his mouth was blood and the strength that Atlas needed to speak was sapped as he clutched his bleeding chest. "Oh, I guess you can't speak now, can you?!"
"Spyr-ro…gragh!" Atlas managed to blurt out before his pain came back.
"I don't know why you came here. Wasn't killing me enough for you, Atlas?!"
"Grrgh…would you use your eyes for a second?! Do I look like I came here to torture you?!"
"What does it matter why you came here? I'm gonna make sure that you don't leave…"
"And there is my point…" Came the voice of the cloaked dragon. He came forth behind Spyro and a smirk could be seen under the garment. "You berate and attack this dragon for his crimes against your world, even though you have your own crimes against your own world…"
"This bastard killed me! You're saying that I should just ignore that?!"
"I'm saying that you are even more arrogant than the dragons you claim that you tried to protect. Look at this dragon. He is bleeding from the mouth, has no strength in his body and clearly has words for you…yet you still attack him like a violent fool. Pure Dragons are all so pathetic…"
For a moment, Spyro opened his eyes from his rage and looked at Atlas's condition. The red dragon had clearly been through Heaven and Hell to get here. Spyro let out a long sigh and dropped his sword to the ground, giving Atlas a serious look in eye.
"Alright…what did you have to tell me?" Spyro said, somewhat reluctant.
"I came to tell you…that I'm here to pull you from the clutches of Death…look…" Atlas said. The red dragon revealed the beautiful orb that was Spyro's life force. The God of Creation almost smiled at Atlas, but thought better of it.
"Fine. But what makes you think that I'll actually let everything that you did just go?!"
"Because…I was being led on the entire time. I was tricked by Hinarious…" It was then that Spyro's face softened.
"W-what? Hinarious? How did that happen?"
"I'd rather not talk about it here and now…"
"Alright. Hey, no face! Why don't you let us out of here now?!"
"Hmph, it seems your arrogance knows no bounds. You haven't learned a thing since you've been here. However, I will let you go…if just for one purpose."
The cloaked dragon revealed one of his oddly black hands and raked thin air with his claws, opening a fissure in space in which Spyro could see a cloudy sky from which torrents of rain fell. The entire Marsh of Resonance darkened when the dragon opened the fissure. Spyro looked at Atlas, still with a small tinge of distrust in his eyes.
"I don't know what happened with you…but I want you to tell me everything. Maybe I'll think about trusting you again after that…" Spyro growled. The white dragon picked up his sword, entered the dimensional portal and disappeared. The cloaked dragon looked at the red dragon who was despairing below him.
"You couldn't have expected it to be easy for him to trust you again…he is a Pure Dragon after all…" the dragon said.
"I wasn't expected anything…I've just never felt anyone be so angry with me before…" Atlas whispered.
"Hmph. What does it matter if some fool is angry with you? None can beat their own heritage. Now go. Leave this place."
"…you mind telling me who you are now? Spyro's gone."
"…I'll tell you my name…you will be the first one to know it. But on one condition, however…"
"What condition?"
"That's for later. But for now…I am the 'nameless' dragon that almost brought the end of all worlds. My name is…Ryoshin Khamera…"
"Ryoshin?! As in the tower?! Wait, wait…you were the God of Destruction before me?!"
"That'll be all for now. Leave here…follow your friend."
Atlas narrowed one of his eyes and shook his head, before lifting his broken body and disappearing through the fissure. Ryoshin smirked darkly under his cloak and spread his gigantic wings before his body was covered in a horrible aura and he levitated off of the ground. Ryoshin disappeared into the same fissure that he offered to Spyro and Atlas…
"You opened the way for me, Atlas and Spyro…I will be sure to repay you…grr…"
End Chapter Twenty Two…next chapter, Time…