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 XXVI: Breakthrough

It took a little bit more than ten minutes for Spyro and Atlas to traverse the cavern that they were in, through its winding caverns and twisting paths. The two dragon Gods soon emerged from the Mountains of Remembrance and found themselves staring down at the Great waterfall Basin. The two dragons stepped on the converging waters and the white steps appeared below their feet, guiding them to the Forest of Ryoshin. As he walked down the stairs behind Spyro, Atlas was somewhat apprehensive; he knew what would happen as soon as he stepped into that forest. Spyro, however, was walking confidently; as far as he was concerned, he already promised Atlas that he would dispel the Yokkurei if anything got out of hand. After a small bit of time, they reached the white grassed ground...and it started. A thin red aura started surrounding Atlas and he started clenching his fists in a violent manner.

"That was fast...alright Atlas, we've been through this before. Just try to control yourself until we get out of here." Spyro said, keeping one hand on the hilt of his sword.

"I'll do my best..." Atlas growled.

Spyro nodded and walked ahead of Atlas, toward the forest in the distance. The God of Destruction kept whatever sense of reason that he could muster and kept resisting the influence of Ryoshin's rage. At one point, he actually thought about summoning the devil and telling him to back off from his soul, but thought better of it considering Ryoshin would do him no favors. After walking for a while, the two dragons finally reached the forest...and Atlas was about to lose it.

"Spyro..." Atlas growled in low tone, suddenly coming to a stop.

"Huh? What is it?" Spyro asked, slowly reaching for his sword.

"...duck...scum!! Graaagh!!"

A foul red aura shifted around Atlas' body and with no trouble at all, the Yokkurei reached for the nearest tree and ripped it out of the ground. He then proceeded to toss the tree in Spyro's general direction, but the God of Creation's swift reflexes allowed him to slice the thrown foliage in half with his sword. He was quickly seeing Atlas' point; the God of Destruction slowly bent over and Spyro could see areas on Atlas' back where his scales were bulging wildly between his shoulder blades. In a very violent manner, Atlas' ethereal wings ripped out of those spots and the jagged crystals followed...they seemed to be longer than when they came out during Atlas' bout with Terra. The violent transformation sprayed blood, scales, and skin everywhere (which predictably disgusted Spyro), but Atlas didn't seem to be bothered as he just stood straight and fanned his bloody wings.

"That's...gross. Oh well, I'll just have to calm you down, won't I?" Spyro said.

Atlas said nothing in response and just bared his somehow elongated fangs, crouching down on all fours...this action worried Spyro quite a bit. The Yokkurei's eyes shrunk to the size of small daggers and he let out a thunderous roar as he charged toward Spyro...

It was a dark room where tall polls with candle dishes atop held blue flames to give minimal lighting. Amidst the jet black stone that made up the walls, sketches of different demons could be noted with a final mural of a huge Yokkureian dragon that looked all too familiar. On the opposite wall, was a mural of a Pure Dragon that looked much like Spyro; it was holding the sacred sword of light, Bakunetsura. There was a table with a reflective, lucid table top and legs made of the same stone that made up the walls; there were skulls at the apex of the legs to hold up the table top. The floor itself was reflective and there was a very black chandelier hanging from the ceiling that was also lit with blue flames. Columns stood in the four corners of the room and stretched into arches across the ceiling. The table had four seats around it and the one at the southern end was slightly bigger than the others.

Almost all at once, the four Sage Dragons appeared in each seat: Yokurious (with one arm) sat in the seat on the east end...he had a strange look on his face. His sister, Laxeius, sat across from him on the west end, the mysterious green Sage Dragon sat on the north end and Hinarious sat on the south end with Terra standing at his side. Hinarious looked at Yokurious with a look of surprise and the white Sage Dragon gave a solemn nod.

"Yokurious...to tell the truth, I didn't expect you to be alive after taking the full brunt of one of the God of Destruction's attacks..." Hinarious said.

"I guess I'm very lucky...of course, Atlas did take my arm..." Yokurious said, putting his hand where his arm right arm used to be.

"No matter; that won't impede on your battle capabilities..." the green sage said.

"Exactly, Shexeious..." Hinarious replied, "Meanwhile, it seems that the two dragon Gods are coming together once again. They are also trying to undo my curse on Atlas by accomplishing the true final rite for the God of Destruction..."

"Is that possible? Doesn't Atlas need his heart completely full of darkness to even touch the sword of the devil?" Laxeius commented. Shexeious nodded.

"Yes. However, he has interacted with the God of Creation...meaning that he may just kill himself trying to obtain his powers."

"Yes...I used to think that..." Hinarious started, "However, he has also made contact with the devil himself, Ryoshin. In fact, that hideous Yokkurei is currently residing in the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens. His presence may counter any damage that Spyro did to his heart of darkness."

"But Ryoshin is a self-serving brute. He cares about himself and no others." Shexeious said.

"Not only that, but there is another possible outcome with Ryoshin being in this..." Yokurious stood up to say. Everyone listened. "When light and darkness...Life and Death clash, they create an unstable force that was forged in the depths of Hell itself: Chaos. If Atlas cannot decide which side he wants to be on...if he cannot decide whether to rely on the instincts of the God of Death within himself or the instincts of his lesser half with the pure heart, than his own soul will be driven into Chaos, potentially allowing him to become the next Ryoshin, if you will."

"Hmm...is that truly possible...?" Hinarious mused. He let the thought hang in his head for a moment. "Very interesting...I suppose we can't let that happen. Moving on to the main reason I called you all here..."

"The real reason...?" Yokurious thought to himself. He watched Hinarious fish through his robes and pull out an object that was caked in dark energy; it looked like a key, but no one could be sure.

"I have it...the key to Nirvana. After eons of searching and decoding clue after clue...the final words clinched it all. The light is the key to the final between...and the light was Spyro the Dragon. Of course I had to obtain his life force, but I was able to draw Atlas into ripping the God of Creation's life force out of his body for me. The altar at the top of the Kikoun Shrine was actually there to break the seal on his life force...the seal placed there by Spira. In any case, all I need to do now...is take this to Nirvana and I will obtain the ultimate power...the power to reshape this world. The power to kill that Supreme Judge and those dragon Gods, reshaping the world under one judgment: Hinarious!!" Hinarious said.

While Laxeius and Shexeious applauded for their leader's ambition, Yokurious and Terra stood in disbelief and somewhat fear. They now knew what was obvious before; Hinarious was no Sage Dragon, but a creature of pure evil. He wanted to kill the Supreme Judge just like Atlas did a few months ago, but the God of Destruction had a noble reason for wanting to kill Djermegandre; Hinarious' reason was pure madness. This "ultimate power" that he was lusting after could possibly brake the boundaries that so many dragons have fought to protect and this "new world" that he wanted to create...only one thing was for certain: any world that was governed by Hinarious would not be a peaceful one...

Meanwhile in the Forest of Ryoshin, Spyro was leaping and running through the trees, dodging stray fireballs which seemed more like bombs as they came. The white dragon God turned around and noticed that Atlas wasn't following him anymore...then he turned once more to find that the Yokkurei was coming at him from the front. As he came closer to Spyro, Atlas lifted his hand and let it be covered in an evil aura. He then let out a savage roar and sent his hand to the ground, causing a rush of earth energy to tear through the ground and summon magma in a five meter radius around his body. In response, Spyro jumped back and put some distance between him and the mad dragon.

"Fine. Adamant Blade!!" Spyro called.

Spyro stepped forward and held his blade horizontally, letting it be covered in pure adamant that rose from the ground. He then took a step forward and swung his sword, releasing an energy wave that resembled a sword blade toward Atlas. It was covered in adamant and when it struck the Yokkurei who was recovering from his previous attack, it shredded Atlas as well as sent him back into a tree. It was then that Spyro noticed that the evil aura around Atlas started to decrease after the attack. He was about to question this event, until he remembered.

"Oh, yeah...adamant is a holy gem. Which means that if I keep striking him with adamant, than the dark influence that's taking over him should be cleansed!" Spyro said.

The God of Creation wore a cocky smirk as he readied his sword. Atlas rose from the recent assault with a savage roar, pushing away any debris that was on his body...he was giving Spyro an evil glare. The white dragon jumped forward, faking a horizontal slash to make the red dragon guard vertically; Spyro than executed a vertical slash across Atlas' shoulder which struck him cleanly. The God of Creation than prepared to send a wave of the holy crystal toward the dark anima, but the latter recovered much faster than Spyro thought he would. Atlas whirled around and struck Spyro with his tail, following that up by sending a stream of flame toward the God of Creation via his fist. The white dragon was sent away at a noticeable speed and careened through the air, spinning until he was inverted. Even though he was upside-down, Spyro could still see Atlas coming at him.

In response, Spyro swung his sword behind him to cut down the tree that he was rapidly flying towards; he sailed harmlessly under the slashed tree trunk and landed on his feet behind it. Meanwhile, Atlas was still charging in his prey's general direction, straight toward the tree that was falling down on him. However, the God of Destruction was undeterred and simply jumped at the tree and reversed its falling path, slamming the tree trunk to the ground and snapping into thirds with but his body. Spyro, though somewhat impressed, scoffed and dashed at his dark counterpart with his sword bared. Atlas crouched low to the ground, letting his claws be covered in darkness, and stuck those claws into the ground. After a short tremor, black sword blades ripped through the ground and kept ripping towards Spyro.

The white dragon smirked and used his sword as a pole, helping him jump through the assault, though he took a small nick from one of the blades. The God of Creation pulled back his arm and his fist was suddenly covered with adamant that took a comet form. With a harsh battle cry, Spyro faked a low kick that Atlas attempted to block and Spyro went for his real attack: an adamant assisted punch to the God of Destruction's gut. The attack connected and Atlas had the wind knocked out of him; when he gasped to take in more air, a dark spirit exited his body and disappeared into the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens. The recoil from Spyro's attack sent Atlas into a tree, which his body effortlessly tore down, and he didn't move after he hit the ground. Spyro let out a fatigued sigh, wiped his brow, and dispelled the enchantment on his fist.

The God of Creation walked up to the unconscious body of his dark counterpart and shrugged; Spyro smiled and lifted Atlas onto his back, not minding the two tons of weight on his back, and proceeded through the white forest that was thoroughly torn apart from the battle. For some reason, Spyro didn't mind carrying Atlas; probably because he remembered when the Yokkureian dragon carried him through the Great Waterfall Basin.

"Don't worry, Atlas; I'll get us through this. Just make sure that you wake up when we get out of here, okay?" Spyro said.

End Chapter Twenty Six...End Book II, Blood in Trial and Time...next chapter, Transfer...

ValkierieDjermegandre: Surprise! End of Book II! Atlas has dealt with his regrets and has redeemed himself, but he has yet to regain his Godhood. But with Spyro's help, that shouldn't be a problem, right?