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 XXXVI: Light

Long after Yokurious ordered them to move on, Spyro and Atlas were still moving. They went through several hallways arching in different directions, staircases that seemed to wind in all directions and through many small rooms…still never encountering a single demon. The two dragon Gods kept running until soon, the path that they were on banked low and they ended up falling into another large room. The room was reminiscent of a small garden, with trees, grass, and different kinds of flowers. Purple light poured in from the six stained glass windows that were dotted around the walls of the room and like Laxeius' room, the walls were white and went into gray as they connected to the floor. Emerald green leaves glided through the air as a still wind crossed through the room…fully giving off the air of a false serenity.

"…the hell?" Spyro simply said.

"Never mind it. We have to keep moving…" Atlas said.

"Oh, do you? I don't think you have anywhere too important to go…" came the voice of one whom they had not formally met. Standing on the opposite side of the room was Shexeious, giving no particular expression toward the presence of the dragon Gods.

"I remember you…you were there when we were taken to that prison…" Spyro said.

"That's right. However, we never had the pleasure of exchanging pleasantries. My name is Shexeious…"

"Well, I'm Spyro and this is Atlas. Now that we're on the same page, I don't suppose you mind moving?"

"Hmm…sadly, I can't do that. You are in the way of my master's plans…"

"Hinarious is not your master!!" shouted the voice of Yokurious.

Spyro and Atlas looked toward the alcove that they emerged from and spotted the white Sage dropping down into the room. He was breathing heavily and his robe was severely torn up, although his body was in no better condition.

"Yokurious…so you are a traitor…" Shexeious said.

"I am no traitor! 'Tis you all that are the true evil; usurpers of your own ideals!" Yokurious challenged.

"I would watch your words…you do not look like you are in any condition to do battle with me…"

"Yeah, well what about me?" Spyro said. The white dragon God held up his sword defensively and moved in front of Yokurious. "Yokurious, you're in no condition to do this. Go with Atlas and move forward; I'll catch up with in no more than five minutes."

"Are you certain, Master Spyro…?"

"Of course he's certain! Let's go, old man!!" Atlas said.

Yokurious nodded and followed Atlas out of the room and through the next corridor. Spyro kept a close eye on Shexeious as she just watched the God of Destruction and the white Sage run by her. The green Sage studied Spyro for a moment, and then she pulled out her staff.

"…so, you are Dark Dragoon's grandchild…and Spira's immediate child…born of the golden egg that was fabled to be the sign of rebirth…" Shexeious said.

"…yeah. What of it, hag?" Spyro spat.

"Now, now, no need for harsh words. I was just wondering; considering that I'd heard that the same dragon was overtaken by a Shinigami at one time…"

"What is it with you bastards and bringing that up constantly? I don't care that I was taken over by Spyrol; I'm here now and the past doesn't bother me one bit!"

"Not even concerning your past dealings with Atlas?"

"…"

"Would you hurry up?!" Atlas roared. His voice rung through the weaving, ascending corridor that he and Yokurious were traversing through.

"Well, in case you have not noticed, I am not in perfect condition. As far as I know, I cannot move well unless I'm healed." Yokurious said.

"Well, I'm a God of Destruction; I don't do well on the healing magicks, so you're kind of stuck."

"Master Atlas, you carry the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens; that book is known to have destructive and healing magick in it…"

"…oh, really? Ugh, alright, alright…let me see…"

On the grounds of investigating the Sage's query, Atlas embedded Vajrah into the ground, broke the seal on the Grimoire, and began gingerly flipping through its pages. He expected to find nothing in the vain of healing magick and being able to laugh in Yokurious' face about it, but he seemed awestruck and somewhat disappointed when he found one small spell. It was in a small section of Light Magicks and the incantation was relatively simple; the only fold was Atlas himself. After finding the spell, he said nothing and just told Yokurious to hold still. The God of Destruction looked over the incantation with impunity, until he felt comfortable with casting it.

"I don't know how much of an effect this'll have given my nature, but I guess we'll find out…" Atlas growled.

The crimson dragon God made the hand motions for the spell over the pages of the Grimoire and a magick glyph soon appeared under his hand. The magickal sign transformed into a white dragon head that encrusted Atlas' hand and he calmly approached the white Sage with this hand. The God of Destruction kept his thoughts pure as he held the dragon head out toward the wounded dragon before him, before the object sprayed a white mist that covered Yokurious' body. The Sage and Atlas were impressed as they witnessed Yokurious' wounds close and leave nothing more than scars. The crimson dragon undid the incantation and shut the book, turning away from Yokurious and folding his arms in the process.

"Better? Good, now we can go…" Atlas started to say.

"I don't believe you'll be going anywhere…" came a voice of sinister intent.

Atlas turned his glance forward and immediately entered a defensive position when he saw Hinarious standing in the hall…he had a cocky look about his face. Atlas quickly pulled his sword from the ground and gripped it in a defensive manner. Hinarious shook his hand and strode forward, drawing his own weapon as he stood more than ten feet from the God of Destruction. Yokurious stood back a small bit, but still drew his own longsword, still caked in his sister's blood.

"Hinarious…convenient. I can take you out right here…" Atlas growled, shaking the hall with his omnipotent voice.

"Now, now Atlas…let's not be patient. Besides, the only one I'm looking at right now…is the traitor behind you." Hinarious said, as he pointed his sword at Yokurious.

"Traitor? I hardly refer to myself as a traitor to one who snuck into our ranks and poisoned our society…" Yokurious challenged.

"Heh…don't you just love that perfect vocabulary, Atlas? This one always knows exactly what he wants to say…"

"I learned from the best…and by that, I do not mean you."

"Hmph. I guess that same one to whom you refer as 'the best' also taught you how to kill your loved ones without blinking, hmm?"

"There is a difference between what a dragon can do, and what a dragon should do. I knew both and that is why I killed her."

"Enough!!" Atlas interrupted.

The God of Destruction roared violently and his Shinigami Ryoku appeared. The crimson dragon God gripped Valigarmanda of the Black Space and it transformed into two large, black bracelets. Both had white Devil's Script upon them and a strange purple mist emanated from small blades that poked out from the circumference. Two black chains stretched from one bracelet to the other and two more stretched out from either bracelet and attached themselves to the Yokkurei's gold necklace. His claws also grew somewhat and his Devil's Script started to give off a purple glow. The crimson dragon lunged toward Hinarious with his arms held back…a black void started gathering in the Yokkurei's open maw. As he closed the distance between himself and Hinarious, Atlas released a colossal meteor from his mouth that exploded on impact. The consequence was that the nearby wall was completely blown out Hinarious was sent falling as Atlas chased him…

"I don't see what you're getting at. It doesn't matter if Atlas is the God of Destruction; no matter if our forces are different, we need to work together to stop Hinarious. Besides, Creation and Destruction are in relation with one another. Just as light is needed to have shadow, destruction must be enacted to bring about creation." Spyro said.

"Yes, you are correct. However, if you truly believe what you are saying, why do you oppose Lord Hinarious? He only wishes to create a new world and to do this he must destroy this one…" Shexeious said.

"Maybe, but this is different. What Hinarious is doing is complete madness. There is nothing wrong with this world; in fact, if the Yokkureian and the Pure Dragon races worked together—"

"Than there would be chaos!"

"No! Both worlds could prosper! Yokkureian dragons and Pure Dragons can work together; Atlas and I are a perfect example of that. We have our differences and we always will, but that does not mean we can't coexist!"

"…Spyro the Dragon…a perfect picture of a Dragonian God…defend yourself!!"

Shexeious swung her staff and it transformed into a short sword. The blade had arrow-shaped nicks in it toward the tip and the hand guard was in the shape of a pentagram. The handle was covered in a red ribbon that trailed off from the end. The green sage dashed toward Spyro with surprising speed and executed a deft rising vertical slash. Spyro easily parried the attack, forcing Shexeious to his side, and raised his foot to kick her. However, the green sage grabbed the white dragon God's foot and swung him up and over her shoulder, slamming him to the ground in the process. Spyro easily regained and rolled away; he sat and studied her for a moment.

"…alright…fair enough. Spirit merge, Flarias!!" Spyro called.

The white dragon God was wrapped in a sphere of bright red ether. When the light faded, the dragon God emerged and the marks on his body changed into a fire red color. His hair billowed toward the ceiling like a finely fed flame and two fireballs burned in his hands, transforming into the Dragonian Spirit Guardian, Syre's double blades. The glass orb on the end of his tail was filled with a divine flame and an aura resembling the form of Syre erupted from his body.

"Transformed or not, your efforts will be useless…" Shexeious hissed. Spyro flicked a speck of dust off of one of his swords and looked at Shexeious with a cocky look.

"Huh? What'd you say?" Spyro taunted, making a motion with his hand to pretend he was trying to hear her.

Shexeious was angered by this motion and dashed toward Spyro, but when she was half the distance away from the white dragon, she swung her sword. This action caused the blade to brake off into fragments connected by a slender wire, letting it take on the form of a whip. Spyro was surprised for a second, but brought his sword up and allowed the whip to wrap around his left sword. Using his superior God strength, Spyro pulled Shexeious forward and when she was close enough, the white dragon jumped up and gave Shexeious a roundhouse kick to her chin. Shexeious displayed much pain from this move and she was made to grip her chest as Spyro gave her a broad flaming slash to the aforementioned area.

"Ugh…you know the ways of battle well…" Shexeious said.

Spyro didn't respond; he just readied his weapons for another assault. Shexeious dashed toward Spyro again but as the white dragon was about to launch another attack, the green sage vanished. The God of Creation was somewhat caught off guard but regained his composure as he knew it would be necessary. No sooner did he realize this did his opponent's whip strike out from a wall…however, the weapon was greatly enlarged and seemed more like a giant snake as it arced into the air and stuck itself into the ground in an attempt to impale Spyro. The white dragon easily dodged this attack, but was struck when the same whip ran out of the ground and raked his shoulder.

"Dammit! The hell…?" Spyro said.

The God of Creation was cursing again when the weapon broke out from the floor once more and raked him across the side. Spyro gripped the wound and just barely dodged as the weapon struck toward him once more.

"Where are you, Shexeious?!" Spyro roared.

"…Right here…" Shexeious said.

The green Sage revealed herself to be standing back to back with Spyro and the white dragon roared as he swung his blade in an attempt to decapitate her; however, Shexeious merely jumped back and struck Spyro in the gut with the end of her sword handle. Spyro was winded and coughed up a small bit of blood, but he released more when he was struck by all of the segments of his opponent's weapon as they each flew at him out of seemingly nowhere. Spyro sagged to the ground and dropped to his knees as he released his swords in favor of clutching his wounds.

"Hmm, hmm…it seems that your eyes can't keep up with my movements…" Shexeious said.

"Huf…huf…damn you…" Spyro said. The white dragon forced his body to rise as he took up arms again.

Shexeious sent her whip straight toward Spyro and the dragon God brought his sword up and once again let the whip wrap around it. Shexeious knew that she wouldn't fall victim to the same move and instead pulled Spyro toward her. However, Spyro predicted this move and twisted the handle of the sword that his opponent grabbed; the blade was immediately coated in flames. The green Sage unknowingly pulled the sword toward herself, not becoming too aware of her situation until the sword came too close. Spyro's sword soon found itself in Shexeious shoulder and as the Sage dragon screamed in pain, Spyro saw his chance. The white dragon God dashed forward, enflamed his sword, and delivered a descending vertical slash, a rising vertical slash and then a powerful rising attack that sent Shexeious into the air.

Spyro took this chance to rip his sword out from Shexeious' body and spin his body around, catching the Sage dragon in a maelstrom of fire and sword attacks. The God of Creation finished his assault by sending his opponent to the ground with a double sword slash in the shape of an "X"; after she hit the ground, Shexeious didn't move after that. Spyro was breathing very heavily, but his wounds would heal in time…unlike Shexeious' wounds. Spyro closed his eyes and cancelled his Spirit Merge, not giving himself any time to hear anything that Shexeious would say of she happened to wake up. Instead, the white dragon God dashed past the green Sage's body…he had to catch up to Atlas before their time was up…

End Chapter Thirty Six…next chapter, Requiem…

ValkierieDjermegandre: I'll probably start giving a countdown from the next chapter. Why? Oh you know, maybe to increase the suspense a little. A coutdown of what? Well, wait and see :)