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 XXXIII: Resistance

The sun had finally risen by the time Atlas had run out of energy. The God of Destruction lied on the ground in fatigue and the boulders around him were all crushed into gravel, the ground full of fissures. Small embers were still burning across the same ground and the evil sword, Vajrah, was embedded in the ground near Atlas' hand. Though he was sleeping peacefully, he was still in his altered God form which could spell trouble if anyone came across him in this state. Conveniently enough the God of Creation, Spyro, was up bright and early. He was assumingly well rested from his early sleep and decided to take a stroll to stretch his legs…he soon came upon the cavern that Atlas discovered the night before. The white dragon trolled through the tunnel until he emerged from the other side, consequently coming across the field of boulders that Atlas decimated.

Spyro was about to ask himself a few questions, until he heard oddly loud snoring. The God of Creation walked around until he uncovered the source of the obnoxious noise; a sizable red dragon with an aura that almost gave Spyro a sickly, and fearful, feeling. He was about to draw his sword very quickly, until he got a better look at the dragon. Sure, the bones that were sticking out of its body were unlike anything that he'd ever seen, but his memories couldn't get past the shining crimson scales, the Devil's Script and the cocky, completely improper sleeping position.

"…Atlas…?" Spyro finally said. Upon hearing his name pronounced, Atlas awoke…albeit groggily. The God of Destruction let out a long roar of a yawn that showed the green, most likely venomous, saliva in his mouth. He rubbed his eyes and got a good look at Spyro before smirking.

"Well, well…if it isn't the God of Creation…Spyro, was it? I haven't seen you in a long time…" Atlas growled. He clearly wasn't using his omnipotent God voice.

"What are you…?" Spyro was about to ask about his greeting, but then he remembered some things that he was told by the same red dragon. "Oh, this must be the real you. Twilight, right?"

"Hmph, you don't seem to be too intent on remembering me. It's insulting that you would disregard memories of someone more powerful that you…"

"Hey, can you blame me? There are so many 'you's' that it's damn near impossible to keep track of them! And turning the tables on that remark, it's insulting that you would sleep in such a position. Really, your legs were wide open."

"Shut up, scum…"

"Why are you out here asleep, anyway? I was halfway looking anxiously for you in the temple."

"I stayed up all night training with my new powers…" Atlas let out another yawn to illustrate his fatigue, "I consequently overdid it…"

"Meh, whatever. Anyways, we need to start thinking about how we're going to take on Hinarious."

"Hmm, you have a point. If we give him anymore leeway, than we may end up being too late to stop him. Than again, I don't see why we need so much to think about; all we need to do is go in, kick his ass, and than save the world…well, your world. I still have to find a way to save mine…"

"Yeah…there are a few problems with that plan, the first and foremost being that we don't know where Hinarious is…"

"Ah…"

The two dragon Gods let the thought hang in the air for a moment. As much Atlas didn't want to admit it, Spyro was right; as much as they wanted to just jump in Hinarious' face and banish him, they didn't have a clue where the corrupt Sage Dragon was. After a moment of silence, Atlas stood up and ripped Vajrah out of the ground, hoisting it over his shoulder. He stared down at Spyro and gave a cocky look.

"Well, there's no sense in worrying about such a trivial factor…" Atlas started. He sheathed Vajrah and shrunk back down, giving Spyro an innocent look. "…Wherever Hinarious is, we'll find him and properly send him to Hell."

"Yeah…you know, your two poles of existence still freak me out…" Spyro said.

Meanwhile, in a library most likely connected with the new meeting place of the Sage Dragons, the white dragon Yokurious was looking through a few books. Except for a few candles, the room was pitch black and the bookcases seemed to stretch at least five meters toward the ceiling. Yokurious was furiously flipping through books to find any information that could be of help or mild importance to Spyro and Atlas. He was failing, however, but he wouldn't give up.

"Find it?" Came a voice that was familiar to Yokurious. The Sage Dragon smiled and closed his eyes as Spira rounded a corner and came out with a book in his hands.

"What are you doing here, Master Spira?" Yokurious asked.

"Oh, you know…I thought that you would be having a slight bit of trouble finding what you were looking for."

"Thank you, but even in the Aegis Library it is difficult to find any information on the world in between…Nirvana."

"Nirvana…that's the world that lies just at the edge of the world of the dead. So that's where…"

"Yes. That is where Hinarious expects to find this 'Ultimate Power' that he is searching feverishly for. If I find even the smallest bit of information…then I can at least tell Atlas and Spyro how to get there. Nirvana is not easily penetrated."

"Hmm, I figured as much. But I really wonder if Spyro is ready to take on someone like Hinarious? Disguise masters always turn out to be the most difficult opponents to deal with…"

"You're worried about your son?"

"Heh, it's what a father does!"

"True…but nevertheless, it is pointless to worry about him; he is much stronger and smarter than he has ever been. And Atlas…well, he may just be stronger but let's hope the best for both of them."

Spira chuckled and returned the book that was in his hands. He knew that Yokurious was in fact correct; there was really no reason to worry about Spyro…and Spira definitely didn't have to worry about Atlas. As he returned the book that he was scanning, the blue dragon God let some thoughts pass through his head, mainly the fates of the actual Sage Dragons. Yokurious was never under Hinarious' control, however the others were. Did this mean that Spyro and Atlas would eventually have to kill them? And if Hinarious found out about Yokurious' treachery, if he hadn't already, then he would surely kill the white Sage Dragon as well…

A large door was punched into the establishment which it protected and the residue clattered to the ground with sound of wood on marble. Ground-shaking footsteps were felt and heard that caused the above chandelier to rock in protest. The source of the savage entry was none other than the Supreme Judge, Djermegandre, no doubt looking for his brother. He was furious; his eyes were a radiating blood red color and he down on all fours as he entered the front foyer of the strange establishment. His maw was pouring with drool as he growled very loudly, sniffing the air to try and find his brother.

"Damn it…where are you, Terra…?" Djermegandre growled. He rose and regained control of his rage. "I heard your call…but are you still here…?"

Before going off to tear the place to pieces looking for his brother, Djermegandre took a moment to scan his surroundings. He had to admit that he had never seen this place before and truly wondered if Terra was here. The bishōn closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, fully regaining his calm as he walked up the stairs and turned the left corner. He turned into the first room that he came across and was shocked by the amount of sheer destruction that was the room. Chairs and a single couch were smashed, along with shelves. The walls had many cracks in them, seemingly from impacts, and there were many artifacts and knick-knacks on the floor. The Supreme Judge was taken somewhat aback by the scene and started to sift through the rubble and as he did, he found something that shocked him. It was a miniature figure of the Supreme Judge himself and aside from a few scratches and scuffs, it seemed to be kept in good condition. The white bishōn turned it over and found an inscription upon its rear:

"My Big Brother, Hikari Madeen Djermegandre.

I miss you…"

"Terra…I see. This room was yours, wasn't it? It means that I'm not too far away…" Djermegandre whispered.

The Supreme Judge put the toy into the bag that held his scrolls and he hunched over while crossing his arms. Black energy ran toward his back and formed bulges that exploded into massive, Yokkureian wings. Djermegandre took one last look at the room and jumped out toward the statue and lake, as he caught a divine wind and sailed off into the distance…

Back in the Dragon Realms, Atlas and Spyro were seated in a room with the Dragon Elders. While Spyro sat properly in an interestingly designed chair, Atlas sat himself on a large pillow with his hand to his cheek in a bored manner as he continuously ran his finger around the Crest of Dread, Deimos, on his right hand. Spyro shook his head at his counterpart's behavior and Atlas looked back up at him, smiling nervously with a smile that showed his Yokkureian fangs. The young Yokkurei responded to Spyro's look by sitting up and putting hands out to his sides.

"Alright…so what is our plan?" Spyro said, chuckling a small bit. Apparently, he had just finished telling the elders what Yokurious had told him. "I mean…what is Nirvana?"

"Nirvana…" Elder Astor said, taking the word into thought, "Nirvana is said to be the 'World of Solitude'. It lies between Heaven and Hell."

"Heaven and Hell? I thought the Spirit Realm was between those two." Atlas said.

"No, no…you misunderstand. You see, the Spirit Realm rests in between the Dragon Realms and the Yokkureian Realm. It is called the Spirit Realm because it is made of nothing Supreme Judge's spirit energy that remained after He created the Dragon Realms and the Yokkureian Realm…"

"And left us for dead…" Atlas thought. He knew that Ryoshin was thinking the same thing.

"Nirvana is a completely different spectrum. It is classified as the other peace realm, generally in the same neighborhood as Heaven and Hell. Basically, it is the other world where souls go when they die. The thing about Nirvana, however, is that while pure souls go to Heaven and corrupt souls go to Hell, souls don't actually go to Nirvana. They pass through on their way to either realm. Souls only stay in Nirvana if they lose their way when heading to Heaven or Hell."

"So then, what could be there that Hinarious wants?" Spyro further asked.

"Well…" Elder Magnus started, "I remember the sword that Master Atlas described to us. Its name is Yamato and it was an ancient weapon of a destroyer in its time. It was sealed away in Nirvana because of its intense power…power that is further magnified by one's individual hatred. How Hinarious got his hands on that sword is questionable, but what I do know is that he is most likely looking for the Chain and Einhier that were also part of the sword. If those parts are joined with the sword, than Hinarious could summon the hostile spirit that once inhabited the sword."

"And he could use that power to rule both of our worlds?" Atlas and Spyro said.

"More than that…he could very well destroy them." Tomas said.

"Alright, great! So, how do we get there?" Atlas asked.

There was a thick silence after that question. No one knew how the Dragon Gods could access the strange realm, let alone how Hinarious was able to access it before them. Spyro let his head drop in despair, until he heard the doors to the room opening. It was then that Spyro's face lit up as he recognized the three dragons that entered the room; Yokurious entered and at his right and left sides were Spira and A.X.I.S leader Rhatara, respectively. Each dragon had smirks across their faces and carried a large tome and their weapons.

"Hello, Master Spyro, Master Atlas." Rhatara said.

"Greetings, everyone." Spira said.

"Through meticulous research between the three of us, we have uncovered the information that you need." Yokurious said.

"Alright! So you know how we can get into Nirvana?!" Spyro asked.

"Hold your horses, Spyro…" Spira said. His look dissolved into one of utter seriousness. "Nirvana is not somewhere where you can just walk in and hope to walk out as you so please. Once you and Atlas enter, you can't expect to leave if things go bad. Once you go past those gates, you won't be able to leave until your business is complete…"

"…" Spyro lowered his gaze…and then he started chuckling. He soon broke into a loud laugh and unsheathed his sword, hoisting it over his shoulder. "You think that bothers me?! I'm ready to end this and end it now!!"

End Chapter Thirty Three…next chapter, Beginning…