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 III: Dawn of Eternity
Chapter XXVIII: Temple
After they had rested, the two dragon Gods started moving again at a nice pace. They soon reached another thick of trees, except Atlas wasn't going mad this time. They kept moving at a brisk pace and the trees around them started to turn a dark shade of gray and the leaves started turning black. The grass itself started turning a dark shade of blue and souls could be seen drifting through the air around them; Atlas knew that they were getting close. Finally in no more than ten minutes, the two dragons reached the enormous door in the apparent mountainside. The door was an old, worn steel gate that gave off a sense of foreboding...neither dragon was deterred however, as Atlas simply put his hand on the door handle and pushed slightly. The door opened with a solemn creek and while Atlas had been here twice, Spyro was impressed at the sight of the crystalline tree and the lanterns that hung from the branches. The diamond leaves reflected the sunlight that could be seen in the distance.
Atlas ignored whatever beauty Spyro was grasping from the place and walked up to the tree; the God of Destruction put his hand on the trunk and a bright light followed, producing a waterfall that flowed from the inside of the trunk. As if he were expecting someone to jump out and kill him, Atlas let out a long sigh and backed up a little. Spyro noticed his friend's behavior and walked over to him.
"What's wrong now?" Spyro asked.
"Erm...I don't know. I guess I'm still shaken up from last time...but, that shouldn't matter. Let's go..." Atlas said.
The red dragon walked toward the water, briefly stopping to let a few thoughts pass through his head before he jumped in followed by Spyro...
Almost immediately, Spyro and Atlas emerged from a cavern in the top of one of the many sections of the Eirsir Mountain Range. While Atlas landed on his feet (seeing as he had taken this portal before), Spyro found himself somewhat disoriented by the harshness of the transfer, so he ultimately ended up on the ground. The Yokkureian dragon helped up his counterpart and they both made their way toward the exit of the cavern...when they did, Spyro was thoroughly shocked. He stared at the blood red skies and the charred grass below...he then turned around to look at Atlas with a melancholic look about his face.
"This is...this is...?" Spyro tried to ask. Atlas closed his eyes and nodded.
"Yeah...welcome to the Yokkureian realm. The hellhole that we have been forced to live with for...for as long as I can remember..." Atlas said.
"But...but this is crazy! How could you possibly live here?!"
"I don't know! Ask Djermegandre!!" Atlas roared. His dormant spirit of vengeance was starting to awaken. "...I apologize. Come on; let's move..."
Atlas walked past Spyro and jumped down to the ground below; after shaking the disbelief from his spirit, the God of Creation went after the dark anima and came to rest at his side. Atlas looked around and kicked the dead grass out of his toes; he was presumably frustrated for some reason, but held his temper so that he wouldn't completely release it at Spyro.
"Alright...we basically need to go backwards, but this should be a shorter trip since--" Atlas started. His sentence was cut off by the sound of a battle cry that sounded very familiar.
"What the hell was that?" Spyro asked.
Atlas said nothing and turned toward the direction of the voice; he was struck with many emotions when he saw that the source of the sound was his friend, Heimdegire. The silver Yokkurei was battling a dark behemoth and it was hard to tell which one was winning; Heimdegire's blades were stained with the creature's blood, but at the same time he had many nicks and cuts upon his own body. Atlas immediately drew his makeshift sword and ran to the battlefield with Spyro close behind.
"Damn this creature..." Heimdegire growled.
"Heimdegire!!" came the voice of his Godly friend, Atlas.
The red Yokkurei came down from a jump he made and went for a diagonal slash across the behemoth's body; the attack struck and opened a noticeable gash in the beast's skin. While it was distracted, Spyro took the chance to draw a huge amount of light energy into his sword and when his aim was just right, the God of Creation swung his sword and released an enormous shard of adamant that easily pierced through the dark behemoth's skin...effortlessly killing the beast without trouble. The huge child of darkness fell over and shook the ground on impact; its body released a dark mist that Spyro was uncomfortable being near. Atlas walked up to his friend and sheathed his sword; Heimdegire looked at his godly buddy with a steady smirk.
"Those dark behemoths...they've been appearing at an increasing rate lately. Oh well; I could've expected that..." Heimdegire started. Atlas folded his arms and closed his eyes.
"Were they always a problem in this region?" Atlas asked.
"No, they usually just stayed up in the mountains...maybe the conditions have resulted in their usual prey moving on...oh, my rudeness. Who's this, Atlas?"
"Hmm?" Heimdegire gestured toward Spyro after Atlas expressed some confusion, "Oh, this is Spyro...he's not from--"
"Oh?"
Heimdegire expressed some confusion himself as he got a closer look at the God of Creation. He sheathed his swords and walked up to Spyro, walking suspiciously slowly and carefully. The silver Yokkurei bent down to look at Spyro from a different angle and noted his chiseled features; his smooth horns, his billowing hair, the dragon whiskers floating from his cheeks, his short and stubby claws and talons, his somewhat thin tail, the orb at the end of that tail and the flower inside. He also noted the God of Creation's elegant blue eyes.
"Atlas...is he a Pure Dragon?" Heimdegire asked in an amazed tone. To say the least, that wasn't the reaction that Atlas was expecting.
"Um...yeah, he is a Pure Dragon. But he's also--" Atlas tried to say.
"Amazing! What an elegant form..." Spyro raised an eyebrow, but still stood stationary as Heimdegire moved around his body. The silver Yokkurei ran his fingers along Spyro's wings while he was there. He then looked closely at Spyro's arms and took his right arm into his hands, prodding at it. "His arms are a little thin, aren't they?"
"Hey!" Spyro shouted. Offended, he took his arm away and folded them. "They get the job do--"
"Wow!" Before Spyro could finish speaking, Heimdegire put his hand on Spyro's snout and pushed up, forcefully holding the God of Creation's mouth open. He ran his fingers along Spyro's incisors and fangs, noting the dullness of some of his teeth compared to a Yokkureian's and their strength none the less. "Your teeth are very interesting. Do Pure Dragons dull their fangs?"
"Ah'm a Go..., yu...o...!" Spyro slurred. His speech was unintelligible do to Heimdegire's grip, so the Yokkurei took his hand away, "Ahem, right. I said, I'm a God, you know!"
"A...God? As in the God of Creation?" Spyro nodded proudly. "You're kind of small, don't you think? I could take you home and show you to the wife!"
"Right...even though you're not much taller than me..." Spyro said, rubbing the back of his head, "And it's nice to meet you too, mister..."
"Oh right, proper introductions..."Atlas chimed in, "Spyro, this is Heimdegire; Heimdegire, this is Spyro. Now you know him and he knows you. Can we get moving?"
"Get moving? Where are you going in such a rush?" Heimdegire asked.
"To the Temple of the Edge..."
"The Temple of the Edge? For what reason?"
"To hopefully do some things and get my powers back..."
"Powers? Ah, yes...that Hinarious person blocked your Chakra. So, I guess you're looking to complete the final rite for the God of Destruction...those trials have killed many potential Gods, you know."
"Yeah, well I have to try...besides, I've got nothing to lose if I do die..."
"Atlas, you..." Heimdegire started to say something, but he thought better of it. "Yes...the Temple's that way, in case you didn't know...it's right past the shrine that we used to play around."
"How ironic..."
"You want me to come with you? I'll escort you, but I won't go into that temple; that place creeps me out..."
Atlas shrugged in his trademark manner and Heimdegire took that as an "if you want" gesture. The silver Yokkurei joined the two dragon Gods on their way and they soon began walking toward the flat plain in the distance. Along the way, Atlas walked in the forefront of the group while Heimdegire walked behind the God of Destruction, next to Spyro, asking him questions about the Dragon Realms and Pure Dragons in general. Atlas kept concentrated on the road so he wouldn't have to listen to the conversation. A little later, Heimdegire and Atlas started walking together behind Spyro as the God of Creation took the forefront of the group. Heimdegire looked at the God of Destruction's face and started to strike a conversation.
"You look like you've been through a lot..." Heimdegire said.
"Sigh...you don't know the half of it. Why does being a God have to be so hard?" Atlas said.
"Are you kidding? Even if you're a God, you still have responsibilities. It's your duty to be the defender of this world and you're the second half of that which protects the order of everything. You can't possibly think that being a God is easy."
"Huh, I guess you're right. Than again, I'm only going through so much hell because Hinarious stole my powers. After I'm done with that temple, I'll show him what true power is..."
"Atlas, this is why you're so easily corrupted. You think that you can only rely on power. Have you ever thought about relying on others for a change?"
"Others? I can't rely on others; I can only put my trust in them. Besides, I'm the God of Destruction; power is my very essence."
Heimdegire shook his head and stopped trying to curve Atlas' thinking patterns; it was way too late for that. The God of Destruction picked up his pace and started walking next to Spyro, who gladly let him. Heimdegire picked up his own speed and the three dragons spoke of general matters and other occurrences in their lives as they walked on to the Temple of the Edge...
The Temple of the Edge...Spyro had already seen this building before, but it looked different on this side. The columns and the general structure itself were made of the dark material that made up Destruction's pedestal; the material that Spyro couldn't identify. Instead of celestial runes being printed on the structure, Devil's Script was written all over the temple; jagged and uneven, the Script was imposing on those that did not know it. The circular dome that was the roof was not transparent on this side and a cloud of demonic aura swirled around it. As the three dragons got closer, Spyro and Heimdegire seemed to feel as though they were being pushed back, though Atlas didn't seem to feel anything.
"Wow...this is wonderful..." Atlas said.
"I hope you're being sarcastic..." Spyro muttered.
"Well, I'll see you two later...hopefully. Like I said, I'm not going in there, much less getting too close." Heimdegire said.
"Alright, we get it; you can leave. I'll catch you later, Heimdegire." Atlas growled.
"Spyro, do me a favor and keep an eye on him for me. Especially if he makes it through this..." Heimdegire whispered.
"Sure. You know, you're pretty cool, Heimdegire." Spyro said.
"Well, I try. Later!" Heimdegire chuckled. Spyro also chuckled as the silver Yokkurei started his journey back. The white dragon than turned back toward Atlas and noticed that the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens was giving off an unprecedented blood red glow.
"Um, Atlas? What's up with your--"
"Less talk! Let's see if we can open this..."
"Wow...he seemed a little apprehensive a while ago..." Spyro thought.
"You wanna help?"
"Meh..." Spyro shrugged and walked up to the door. He tried to touch the handle, but an evil force shocked his hand and threw him back at least fifteen feet. The God of Creation hit the ground on his back with a resounding thud. "Ugh, I guess not; you're own your own."
Atlas smirked and flexed his arms and his body, letting his muscles show. The red dragon pulled back his arms and thrust them forward, locking his hands on the gate handles and getting a firm grip. He got into a position that would allow for more leverage and then he started pulling with all his might. He pulled and pulled, making the doors open very slowly. The red dragon's muscles and Devil's Script bulged and shifted as he tested his strength against the old monument. By now, Atlas was starting to sweat and grit his fangs harder; blood was actually starting to ooze from his palms as he kept his tight vice-grip. Spyro was about to suggest that the God of Destruction rest, but the Yokkurei let out an earthshaking roar before he could even ask; Spyro knew that his counterpart was getting impatient...he was being drawn to the scent of power.
"Haarrgh...bwarrrgh!! Damn you!! I command you to open...!" Atlas roared.
To say the least, Spyro was getting a mite worried about his friend. As the doors slowly gave, Atlas started to thrash around violently as he pulled at the handles. The Yokkurei cursed and filled the air with expletives for the next two minutes until finally...the doors flew open as a puddle of blood, presumably from Atlas' hands, filled a large depression in front of the door. Atlas was thrown back somewhat and the immediate reaction forced his hands to release the blood that was on them; Spyro covered his face to shield himself from Atlas' blood. Though he was happy to get the doors open, the God of Destruction stopped in his tracks and covered his mouth and nose as a foul oder emerged from the temple; the smell itself started to stir anything that was in Atlas' stomach.
"Kaugh!! Damn it...what the hell is this smell?! Smells like fresh blood and brimstone...!" Atlas chocked out.
"Urgh...we have to go inside, anyway! Come on!" Spyro said, covering his own mouth and nose.
The Yokkurei let a small series of hacks and coughs out of his mouth before gathering his strength and walking through the doors, followed by Spyro. As he went, Atlas found that he was getting ever more comfortable with the disgusting oder, but that didn't keep him from feeling sick. Though he was thoroughly struck hard by the foul smell, Spyro still found the strength to look around; the interior looked somewhat similar to the temple's interior from the other side. Granted, the floor wasn't as clean so they couldn't see themselves as they walked, not to mention the halls were littered with Yokkureian bones. The roof above showed nothing but a swirling dark cloud and Spyro could see a pair a red eyes gleaming at him and Atlas from the cloud...he thought that he recognized those eyes for a few seconds.
"Hey, pick up the pace, would ya? I think we're almost there..." Atlas said. He had uncovered his nose and mouth and was breathing normally.
"Well, I guess you can stand this, huh?" Spyro asked.
"Considering that you uncovered your own nose, I can assume that you feel comfortable as well..."
"I don't; it just doesn't make any difference 'cause I can still smell this ghastly oder whether I cover my nose or not..."
Atlas shrugged and walked down the hallway that soon made itself apparent. He found many thoughts going through his head...some were malicious thoughts that weren't his own. After walking for a small time, the two dragons had finally reached the large door that Spyro had seen the first time. The door looked pretty much the same as when he first looked at it, but for Atlas, this was all new. The red dragon put his hand on the door and his Devil's Script started to react, crawling across his scales to connect with the Script on the door; he immediately pulled his hand away.
"So, what are you gonna do while I'm in there?" Atlas asked.
"Oh, you know; sit out here and try not to throw up." Spyro coyly said.
The God of Destruction rolled his eyes and put his hand on the door handle once more...his Devil's Script crawled across his skin once again, except this time, it made contact with the markings on the door. The large gates gave off a vibrant red light and they creaked open, releasing more the foul oder...as Atlas disappeared through the fires and flames that were beyond the hellish gates...
End Chapter Twenty Eight...next chapter, Hell...