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 XXV: Overture

After the surprise battle with Laxeius, Spyro helped the weakened Atlas back to his room where he positioned himself in his bed for a much needed rest. Even hours after he used the "Yokerra Rajenken"...or whatever it was called, Atlas' Devil's Script was still bulging and radiating with stray energy. Whenever the Yokkurei touched his bulging markings, it burned like magma and forced him to pull his hand away; ironically enough, the intense heat didn't burn the sheets he was lying on. Long after the moon had risen and everyone had turned their lights out (for the most part), Atlas' Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens gave off a ruby red light and Ryoshin appeared before the God of Destruction.

"So...you have decided to enlist the help of that Pure Dragon God of Creation to help you gain your divinity...or as we call it, your demonic wings..." Ryoshin rumbled. He had a tone of distaste in his voice.

"Well, it's not like there's anything else I could possibly do about it. Besides, it's not like Spyro is a disruption in any way." Atlas responded.

"you don't understand, do you...?" Under his cloak, Atlas could see Ryoshin's crimson eye gleam in the darkness. "You will be stepping on our ancestors by allowing him to help you..."

"How so...wait, I probably shouldn't ask because you'll probably want a favor in return for telling me..."

"I'll give you this one for free, scum; you have to get to the dark side of the Temple of the Edge in order to regain your Godhood...and the only way to get to that side is through the Yokkureian Realm. You'll have to bring that Pure Dragon upon our land."

"Well, it's not like we have anything sacred about our land. Let's face it; our world's a hellhole."

"Hmph, you have no pride in your past..."

"I have pride. I've just accepted the truth. We all have to change our attitudes or else we'll never move forward."

"A forgotten clan cannot change if they first cannot live, scum."

With that, Ryoshin vanished and left Atlas alone in his room. The red Yokkurei fell back in his bed and let his mind be flooded by one thought after another. The most prominent thing on his mind, however, was how Spyro would react to having to travel to the Yokkureian realm. As if on cue, a solemn knock came to the door and then it opened, revealing the God of Creation in all of his white-scaled majesty. He smiled at the site of Atlas resting so comfortably and walked up to his dark counterpart; the latter turned away from the former in somewhat of an embarrassed manner.

"What? Did I do something?" Atlas said.

"Nah, I just thought that I heard you talking to yourself. In any case, do you have any idea how you're going to get your powers back?"

"Well...I know that it involves having to complete the final rite for the God of Destruction...the real final rite. Not to mention we may have to travel to the Spirit Realm and go to the Temple of the Edge."

"Well, that seems reasonable enough..."

"Wait..."

"Hmm?"

"We would have to enter the devil's side of the temple...through the Yokkureian realm."

"The...Yokkureian realm?" Spyro walked a short distance away from Atlas and put his hand to his chin in thought.

"Look, if you don't want to do this--"

"Don't want to do it? Who do you think I am?! I said I would help you get your powers back no matter what!"

"But this is the Yokkureian realm! Like I said, most of my people blame the Supreme Judge and Pure Dragons for their curse."

"Your point? I've dealt with worse things, my friend; I think I can deal with a few dragons giving me hard stares."

"...fair enough. I guess we can go tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Are you well enough to handle such a journey?"

"What does that matter? I can't sit around for too long anyway, otherwise Hinarious will get ahead of us."

Spyro nodded and bid Atlas a soft "good night", leaving the room afterwards. Atlas sighed in exhaustion and turned off the light...afterwards, being thoroughly freaked out when Ryoshin appeared again. The enormous Yokkurei lit the room with a dark red aura that surrounded his body and he stared at Atlas with one gleaming red eye. The God of Destruction gave the devil a raised eyebrow and crossed his arms impatiently.

"What?!" Atlas said.

"Hmph." Ryoshin scoffed, "You should probably know that the final rite will not be easy. It is effectively another set of grueling trials for you...to temper your inner evil. Chances are it will be harder for you considering your relationship with that God of Creation."

"Thank you for worrying about me." Atlas said sarcastically, "I think I can handle myself just fine."

Ryoshin was about to comment on Atlas' attitude, but he thought better of it and scoffed a blue fireball, afterwards disappearing into the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens. Atlas let the darkness of the night engulf him while he thought about all of this...

Far away in the Spirit Realm in the White Mountain Range, Terra still sat in the desolate temple...healing from the harsh wounds that Atlas dealt him. The silver wolf seemed to be lost in thought...until he heard footsteps. Terra was poised to try and move just in case it was a hostile being, but he was thoroughly shocked when he saw his big brother standing in the entrance to the temple. Okami Hikari Madeen Djermegandre looked at his injured brother and frowned for him; Terra, in turn, turned away from his brother and gripped his legs with his arms.

"So...this has been your fate, little brother..." Djermegandre whispered, as he walked toward Terra; the silver wolf said nothing in return. "You don't want to speak with me? Is it because you are finally ashamed of yourself?"

"I've always been ashamed of myself; I just...hid it behind those headphones of mine..." Terra responded with a slight smirk.

"I don't understand the choices that you made, Terra..."

"Of course you wouldn't understand; everyone loves you. Everyone always loved you...and everyone always ignored me and never wanted me to be..."

"Except for me."

"So what? You're my brother; you may as well be programmed to love me...I say this because I've done so many stupid things in my life and you still love me. Despite my destructive behavior ever since I left you and our parents...you still love me..."

"I love everyone and everything, Terra; that's how I work. But you are special. You are closer to me...because you are my brother."

"You know...I only now realize that those headphones I was wearing shut me off from the rest of the world...I've missed so much...and I've learned a lot just by sitting here..."

"...learned?"

"I've learned that this world of ours...isn't as shallow as I thought; it isn't as...dark and foreboding. I've learned that the world that I pegged as stifling and empty...really wasn't that at all."

"Terra..." Djermegandre smiled. "Are you...?"

"Yes, I am. I'm glad that you came here, Djermegandre; you helped me pick up on things that I...otherwise would have gone on ignoring...but I don't know how I could possibly repay you now."

"Terra, you don't have to repay me."

"Stop. I do. I betrayed you and dealt you so much pain. Don't try to take it easy on me..."

"We can just let this pass..."

"Not now. Hinarious is the one that's keeping me alive right now...if he knew that I had this conversation with you, he would kill me without any remorse. Leave here and wait for me; I can't do anything right now..."

Djermegandre was hesitant at first, but he then walked out without turning back. Terra showed a slight smile, but let it disappear when he heard footsteps once more. This time, it was Hinarious with some herbs in his arms and a skeptical look about his face as he looked off in the general direction that Djermegandre ran off in. He looked back at Terra and wore an angry gaze; the silver wolf started to sweat a little, but continued to show no emotion.

"Did that Supreme Judge come here?" Hinarious simply asked.

"...yes...he did..." Terra honestly said.

"Don't be so vague what did you converse about?"

"Nothing, really...he just tried to convince me to come back to him, but I pushed away his foolish affections..." Terra lied.

"Hmm..." Hinarious was obviously suspicious, but kept it to himself, "Fair enough. I think I'll move you away from here; those dragon Gods may be planning to cross the border to the Yokkureian realm."

"Again? Ah, Atlas may have figured it out. That you lied to him about the final rite for the God of Destruction..."

"Yes...but even if he does get to the temple, he may not be able to complete the trials. They are made to temper and feed the God of Death within him; considering that he made contact with the highest light anima, he may just kill himself completing the trials..."

Hinarious walked up to the orb of water that held Terra and poked it with his staff, popping it and causing the water to flood out in an orderly manner. Hinarious effortlessly caught Terra before he could hit the ground and the silver wolf started to feel a strange sensation while he was in Hinarious' arms. Terra knew that Hinarious was a creature of pure evil...but for some reason, he felt a strange warmth from him...

The next morning in the Magic Crafter's Home, Spyro and Atlas stood before all of the elders, ready to make their journey into the Spirit Realm. Atlas had his makeshift blade strapped to his back and Spyro carried spare food with him. The former also had his scrolls attached and the Grimoire chained to his body...secretly packing the devil, Ryoshin, with him. Atlas constantly insisted that he didn't need anything to keep him warm, and Spyro seconded his opinion and after saying their goodbyes and receiving their good lucks, the two dragon Gods began hopping through the mountains and toward the Spirit Realm. For Atlas this was all too familiar and for Spyro, he knew the land from flying over it countless times. As the two dragons went, Atlas noticed that they seemed to be going in a different direction than the last time that he went to the border.

This didn't bother him much, however, because either way the two dragons ended up in the expansive plain that signaled the start of the Spirit Realm with its light snow fall. They started walking forward, not really concentrating on what would happen if they didn't make it or what would be waiting for them on the other side; the two dragons only concentrated on their main goal. For the most part, the two dragon Gods walked in silence, only exchanging a few words when Spyro was wondering if Atlas was okay and he would reply accordingly. After what seemed like hours of walking (even though the Spirit Realm was lost in time), the two dragon Gods reached the Mountains of Remembrance. Atlas led the way through the pass, but took a different turn so that they wouldn't end up in the Graveyard of Reason.

"...dammit..." Atlas suddenly cursed as they made their way through a cavern.

"What? What's wrong?" Spyro asked.

"In order to get to Edge of Reason, which is the gate between our worlds, we have to go through the Forest of Ryoshin..."

"What, that white forest that's past the Great Waterfall Basin? Is there a problem?"

"Whenever I traverse that forest...I'm overcome by an uncontrollable rage. I'm sure that you remember. If I go through that forest, there is a great chance that I could hurt you or kill you...again. I don't want to risk that. Then again, I guess there's no other way. Just do me a favor and keep watch over my every move."

"Alright. I'll make sure that you don't kill me. Now let's go."

Despite the harsh answer, Atlas knew that Spyro had his best interests at heart and in turn, the red Yokkurei had his counterpart's interests at heart...especially considering where they were going. Atlas didn't want to be overcome by that rage again, but he strongly doubted that Ryoshin would actually hold back so Spyro wouldn't get hurt...

End Chapter Twenty Five...next chapter, Breakthrough...