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 XL: Epilogue – Beyond the Sky
After the events of Nirvana, everyone returned to the Artisan Home to help in reconstruction. Seeing as he was the primary cause of the destruction, Atlas decided to help in the repairs, but mostly in concerns to lifting his dark magic from the lands. With the help of everyone that Spyro and Spira could get their hands on, the Artisan Home was repaired and functioning in a matter of months. It seemed as though it had been eons since the battle with Hinarious and Spyro and Atlas were nearly always seen together, seeing as most Pure Dragons were still wary of Atlas' appearance. One day, Spyro was sitting upon the Artisan Palace…in the same place where his adventure with Atlas had begun. He was staring at the sky and looking through Adamatinacor at the same time…something was weighing down his thoughts.
"Hmm…Adamatinacor, you've taken me through so many adventures in the last few years. But I wonder…" Spyro said.
"Wonder what?" Came the growling voice of the God of Destruction. Spyro shifted his gaze and found that Atlas was sitting behind him…in his God form. The God of Creation was somewhat shocked at first seeing as he hadn't seen Twilight in a very long time.
"Oh, Atlas. What's up? Why do you have Vajrah drawn?"
"Well, I was just walking around and I guess I was bored or something. Maybe I was thinking about the fact that I'm gonna have to go back to my world soon…"
"Really? Did you find a way to restore your world?"
"Well, I might have but my mind is ruled by other right now…"
"You too, huh?"
"Back in Nirvana, I found a tombstone under that big ass tree."
"Why is that on your mind?"
"I think that my mother and father…somehow ended in Nirvana after they died…you know, instead of in the Graveyard of Reason."
"Your parents?! How is that possible?! What else did you find out?"
"Well…I think that I've been carting around my father for a long time by now…Ryoshin's name was on that tombstone and his middle name was 'Twilight'…"
"Did you ask him about it?"
"No. You know Ryoshin; he won't tell me anything. Besides, I'm probably just jumping to conclusions, anyway. My parents…are gone. My dad is dead and my mom probably suffered the same fate…"
"Atlas…well, you know that you'll always have a place with me."
"That's what Heimdegire always said…but I still live mostly on my own. I'm the God of Destruction…I can't possibly be loved…"
"Don't say that! There's no point in being depressed after we saved the world only months ago!"
"I'm sorry, I'm just naturally gloomy. I'll catch you later, alright?"
Spyro nodded and Atlas turned away, spreading his wings and taking off through the air. The God of Creation half-closed his eyes and shook his head; there was no point in any of them being so depressed after such a major victory. The fighting was over and Hinarious was vanquished, right? The fighting…
In the Dream Weaver's Realm, many small dragons were running around excitedly and playing. In addition, many of the older dragons were out and about, having conversations about new discoveries that they had made or other things. The reason for all this commotion in the Dream Weaver's Realm? The Supreme Judge, Hikari Madeen Djermegandre had descended upon them, if only just to fool around with the small children. This event was taking place in the old castle and Djermegandre was surrounded by child dragons, playing with them and telling them small tales.
"No. The two dragon Gods persevered and they won the battle…with the help of their wolf ally." Djermegandre said, clearly finishing a story.
The young dragons clapped and cheered for the ending of the story. It was found that Ember and Flame, two of Spyro's friends, were in the crowd listening to the story; they guessed that the white dragon in the tale was Spyro. Ember was about to request another story, but then she heard faint music playing. She looked around and followed the direction from which the music was coming from, which led her around a corner and to the source of the sound. She was looking at a silver wolf that had headphones equipped and he was clearly enveloped in the sound that was playing into his ears, while he sat upon a piece of a fallen tower. Ember was dazzled by his silver fur and tattoos and she was most drawn in by the wolf's dragon-like tail. Finally, he touched his headphones in a specific area and the music stopped, allowing his eyes to notice the pink dragon looking at him.
"…Is there a problem…?" Terra whispered, as he looked at Ember with only his eyes and not his head.
"Are…are you the wolf that was in the story?" Ember asked.
"…Oh…my big brother's telling stories again…sometimes, I wonder about him…"
"Wait, Lord Djermegandre is your brother?"
"Yeah. Although, technically since he's the Supreme Judge, we're sort of alienated from each other…we just recently started spending time with each other…"
"Oh…"
"Don't be sad for me, though. I'm just glad that I'm not dead."
Ember smiled at Terra and the silver simply put his headphones back on his head. He started to put his music back on, but he felt his brother's aura approaching. Djermegandre walked up to Terra and looked at his brother; he somehow started to feel guilty. Seeing as Djermegandre was nearly twice Terra's size, he didn't need a seat to sit at Terra's level. The Supreme Judge ran his hand down Terra's back, but the silver wolf just took on a sort of annoyed look.
"You know…if you don't like me grabbing the spotlight all the time—" Djermegandre started.
"I don't care! I mean…sigh, I was never really a social type anyway…you don't need to worry about me…" Terra said.
"Look, little brother, you need to come out of this attitude of yours. Now that you hang around in the Dragon Realms with me, you have a chance to reform yourself. You don't need to be alone anymore."
"I was born that way. I'm not meant to be around others…besides you. I'm trapped in a glass box of music because of these headphones…I'll never leave this box and it'll be the only home that I'll truly know."
Terra went silent after that; he had way too many scars from his experiences with Hinarious. Those scars would take a fair time to heal. Djermegandre knew that, but he figured it was worth a shot. Terra let out a long sigh and started playing music again, until he felt Djermegandre tapping him. The silver wolf ripped his headphones from their place and was about to yell at Djermegandre and give him a flurry of insults, but then he found that he was being presented with an old fashioned, sixteen sided puzzle cube (cube on the figurative sense). The silver wolf smiled and he soon started fooling around with it…
"I love you, big brother Djermegandre."
The sun was setting and the Artisan Home was caked in crimson and orange light. It was a gathering…a farewell. The time that Atlas spent in the Dragon Realms after the battle with Hinarious was spent in the library reading up on the necklace that he found. The red dragon was surprised to find that the life force attached to necklace was an integral part in reviving the Yokkureian Realm…it was up to Atlas to find the other parts. Later that day, he told Spyro that he would be leaving…the God of Creation, though he knew this, felt a strong stab in his heart from that statement.
Everyone was gathered in the central plains of the Artisan Home and Atlas stood in front of them, in his God form with Ryoshin behind him. The God of Destruction felt somewhat strange; everyone was smiling at him with sincere and soft looks on their faces…were they going to miss him? The red dragon stepped forward and was somewhat nervous; he didn't know how to say a proper goodbye.
"Well…I have to say I had a lot of fun in this realm; more fun than I could have ever had in my world…I'll miss this place…" Atlas said, his head dipping in sadness.
"Don't be sad, Master Atlas; you will always be welcome here, right Master Spyro?" Magnus said.
"…" Spyro was silent. Atlas was somewhat concerned.
"Well…I guess I should be going now…"
Atlas started to walk away and prepare the magick incantation that would allow him to return home quickly…until Spyro dashed out from the crowd and ran toward Atlas, jumping at him and hugging him very tightly. The God of Destruction felt somewhat uncomfortable about this, until he pushed Spyro away and dispelled his transformation. With Atlas in his normal form, he opened his arms and both dragon Gods gave one another a tight hug…both dragons letting their tears flow from their eyes.
"Hey, hey…what are we crying for? We'll no doubt see each other again, right?" Atlas said.
"Yeah…yeah, we will! We're bound by fate…after all…" Spyro said. Both dragons broke off and smiled at one another, an embarrassed Spyro rubbing his arm in the trademark manner.
"You sure it's okay for me to come back?"
"Of course. Without you, we wouldn't be here right now."
"Any last requests before I make my way out?"
"Just one."
"Yeah?"
"Don't ever celebrate your birthday anywhere near here, okay?"
"Ha, ha! I think Twilight can deal with that."
Atlas and Spyro took one final handshake and the former drew his sword once more, transforming into his God form. Atlas made some motions with his sword and then the Grimoire gave off a brilliant as Atlas cast the spell; a black cloud appeared and the God of Destruction jumped upon it, allowing it to sail into the air gradually. Everyone waved at him as he disappeared into the skies, while the crimson God simply crossed his arms and turned in the other direction smiling. Soon, he was completely out of sight and Spyro felt somewhat lonely until his father stepped forward with his own arms crossed.
"Geez, what a rude little prick, that Atlas…I guess Ryoshin rubbed off on him more than I thought…" Spira said.
"He's Atlas Twilight…the God of Destruction. What are you gonna do?" Spyro said.
"True. Well, it's getting dark. Let's get you inside…"
"Wait, Spira…I need to do something…" Spyro paused and unsheathed Adamatinacor, "…can you help me out?"
It seemed that Spyro had asked Spira to take him to the floating island where the former had used his sword to seal the entrance to the Shadow Realm almost thousands of years ago. What was he doing here? Spyro stood in front of an altar that sat next to one where Spira's sword was once embedded; the white dragon drew Adamatinacor and looked at its translucent blade. He could almost see his memories in it.
"Well, old friend…we've been through a lot together. However, despite this…" Spyro said.
He didn't finish his sentence. He simply held his divine blade high…and harshly embedded it into the altar, sending waves of holy energy rushing through the entire island and causing many runes and magic lines to glow. Spyro also removed the feather clip that Spira had given him and placed it upon Adamatinacor's handle. This action caused Spyro's white hue to dissolve and be replaced by his trademark purple color. His hair also shortened back into his golden Mohawk, the glass orb on his tail was replaced by its gold tip and every other change that had been made to his body was cancelled, along with his size increase. Spyro the Dragon had forfeited his God powers. To say the least, Spira was shocked.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Spira asked. Spyro nodded.
"I'm not ready yet. Sure, it took me nearly five years to notice, but I'm just not ready yet. I can't handle all that responsibility and power." Spyro said.
"But Spyro, you were doing great! You were becoming such a great God…"
"I know…but, something just told me that I needed to put my sword down. Adamatinacor served me well…but I can't serve it…not yet."
"Okay. I understand your reasoning. However, if another threat rises, you won't be able to return here so easily. Not to mention, your body may be under some stress for quite some time."
"That's no consequence."
"Heh…all right, Spyro. God or not…I'm still really proud of you. It doesn't matter what you are; I will always be your father and I will always be there for you."
"Thanks, Spira."
Spyro hugged his father and the blue dragon promptly returned the gesture, before he disappeared in a blue flash of light. Spyro dropped down on all fours; all of a sudden, he didn't feel the whole "walking on two legs" thing anymore. The purple dragon started to walk away, but then turned back. He eyed Adamatinacor for a few seconds, than he smiled. Spyro knew that he had done what was right and there was a chance that Adamatinacor would be up there for a very long time. The purple dragon walked away and spread his wings, but stopped before he took off. He could have sworn that he heard a bell ringing. Spyro shook his head and jumped off of the island, taking off before he hit the water below, to find out what other adventures awaited him…beyond the sky…
End Chapter Forty…End Book III, Dawn of Eternity…End Spyro the Dragon God Saga.