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 XXXVIII: Depth
One Hour Left…
After leaving Yokurious' dying body, Spyro and Atlas dashed down a nearby corridor and were soon on their way through a dark hallway that was lined with stained glass windows. It seemed as though they were going for days and every so often, they would climb a short staircase that brought them ever closer to the sky. After a few minutes, the two dragonian Deities reached a small, circular room that was lined with windows and before them was a dark hallway that screamed finality. Spyro was about to continue, but then he heard heavy breathes and footfalls. He looked back and Atlas was struggling up the staircase Spyro had recently climbed and when he reached the floor, the God of Destruction was holding himself against a wall. The red dragon was sweating heavily and all Spyro could do was shake his head.
"You know if you weren't so hefty, this wouldn't take as much of a toll on you as it does…" Spyro said.
"Shut up! Huf, huf…besides…huf…I have a right to be tired! I've been…huf…moving all day!" Atlas said.
"So have I, but I'm still going."
"Okay, seriously…huf…huf…oh my…huf…let's take a break…"
"A break?! We can't afford to take a break! We have less than an hour left to—"
"Spyro! We need to be at our full strength when we fight Hinarious…and we've had to deal with strong opponents in this damned temple. We need to…recuperate. We'll get there in time…and we'll beat Hinarious…but for now…huf…"
"…All right, all right…we'll take a moment's reprieve."
Atlas happily accepted that invitation and collapsed to the ground, sheathing his sword and reverting in almost the same moment. Spyro smiled and shook his head, sheathing his own sword and sitting down next to Atlas. The red dragon nearly nodded off to sleep, but he remembered where he was and thought better of it. Soon, both dragons were seated comfortably on the floor, with their backs to a nearby wall. Spyro wanted to look out the window, but the stained glass made it impossible; Atlas wasn't in a mood to care at the moment, as he was more concentrated on resting his legs and body as a whole. For the most part, the two dragons rested in silence, until Spyro broke the silence as he ended up in memory lane.
"Sigh…man…I somehow never thought that I would be standing here with you like this…" Spyro said.
"Huh? Wha'dya mean by that?" Atlas responded.
"Well, you did try to kill me early on this 'relationship'…and then there was that time that you actually succeeded. What impresses me the most is that when you first came here, I though that—"
"I was just some lonely red dragon that lost his way. I know; that was the whole plan and you fell for it…"
"Yeah, I'm still upset by that…"
"Don't be; I've done more foolish things than you have…"
"I bet you can attest to that. I think we've both learned some hard lessons. I mean…being the figure that everyone depends on. I knew what that was like even before all of this…but when I actually became the God of Creation, I never new the task would be so difficult…"
"Hey, for all intents and purposes, you've had it easier than me. I had to discard all of my childhood memories in order to become the God of Destruction. Granted, I chose not to, but I still have to push those memories to the side whenever I get too 'emotional' or some crap like that. It feels like the only time when I can be sincerely happy is when I'm happy that the world is burning around me."
"Well, you've already illustrated the point that being the God of Destruction is much harder than being the God of Creation…I guess judging by that message that you gave me when Twilight introduced himself to me through your feathers, I figured you loved your life."
"Twilight…gave you a message?"
"Mikani Boku Aisure Hakai Domo…Kami Spyro zu Doragon…translates to, and mind that my Archaic Dragon Language is rough, 'I will be the one to issue your destruction, Spyro the Dragon God'. I'm pretty sure that's what he said."
"Oh…you know I can never get over that…"
"What?"
"Killing you. Even though Twilight's the one that did it, I still feel guilty. Though, even though he did it, he didn't do it without thinking about the balance."
"So…what was that warm light that I felt…after I died?'
"That was Twilight guiding your soul to Adamatinacor." Atlas pointed at the adamant sword to illustrate his point. "He temporarily stored the essence of your soul in your sword. That way the balance wouldn't be interrupted even if he had your life force."
"…I'm surprised that he considered that when he battled me…"
"That makes two of us…"
A dense silence hung in the air after that comment. Atlas started fiddling with the crest of Deimos and Spyro started to draw lines in thin air with his light aura. After a while, Atlas felt an intense heat in his side; it was coming from the Grimoire of the Sealed Heavens. He told Spyro that he would be back in a moment and rounded the nearest corner, afterward opening the Grimoire and releasing the devil, Ryoshin. The enormous Yokkurei narrowed his one visible eye under his cloak and Atlas gave him a sharp look.
"What? What do you want, Ryoshin?" Atlas said.
"Oh you know, to make pleasant conversation with you before your final bout with that fake Sage dragon." Ryoshin sarcastically said.
"Funny. How about the real reason?"
"Hmph, fair enough scum. Do you really think that you, nay, Twilight will be able to defeat Hinarious? That scum made you look like a complete weakling."
"Thanks for your words of confidence…" Atlas put his hand over Deimos and drew Vajrah from it, transforming into Twilight as a result, "…But I think I can take care of myself just fine. The only reason he defeated me back there was because I wasn't being serious and using my full power…"
"An excellent excuse, scum! I, on the other hand, wager that you are still weak!"
"Well, what the hell do you know?! You' re a dead dragon, anyway! How the hell can you judge anyone and call them as 'weak' or as a failure?!"
As a direct result of Atlas getting angered and using his omnipotent voice, Spyro became curious and followed Atlas around the corner; what happened next was a predictable result. Spyro's jaw nearly dropped when he set his eyes on the malicious form of the devil, Ryoshin. The giant Yokkurei made no major movements besides crossing his arms and glaring whereas Atlas nearly dropped his sword and leaned his head on the nearby wall. Spyro half-closed his eyes and looked at the God of Destruction.
"So…what else did you bring back from the Graveyard of Reason?" Spyro coyly said.
"I didn't…wait a sec…ahem, I didn't bring him back! He insisted on coming because that was our payment to be released from the Graveyard!" Atlas said.
"I don't see why you tried to hide me from him…the scum knows who I am…" Ryoshin growled.
"Okay, who don't you call as scum?" Atlas said.
"Why the hell did you want to come with us if you hate everything about this world?" Spyro questioned.
"Hmph, so many questions from the worthless dragon Gods. Fine. Like I told Atlas, I wanted to see your struggle with my own eyes; I wanted to see if this battle that you are fighting is really worth anything, at all. To me, your lives are nothing more than a storybook that writes itself and, honestly, I'm enjoying every minute of it. The moments when you and Atlas argue and fight; wonderful. The moments of any one of you failing and feeling so sad about it; gold."
"All right we get the point! Come on, we're rested; let's go kick the hell out of Hinarious!" Spyro said.
Atlas nodded and sheathed his sword, reverting in the process. The two dragon Gods dashed forward once more and headed down the dark hallway before them, with Ryoshin floating behind. Both dragons' heads were full of doubts, but the same time, they were pumped with adrenaline. Atlas and Spyro found themselves running through complete blackness, periodically running past windows that depicted a sky that was slowly turning black itself, with lightening arcing from cloud layers above and below. Soon the hallway thinned out…and a bright white light nearly blinded both dragons as they were brought to their final destination…
End Chapter Thirty Eight…next chapter, Dragonia Finality…