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 XLI: Epilogue II – A Yokkureian Tale

Author's Note: No, I'm not having a hard time letting this go. I just felt that there were some things that my readers deserved to know, mostly concerning Atlas and the Yokkureian Realm. After this, I will post no more chapters to this story.

A blue sky hung overhead with white clouds gliding through the air at their own speed. Birds could be heard chirping and the sounds of water running through streams were also being carried by the silver winds. A silver Yokkurei walked up the side of a grassy hill that was laden with cobblestones as paths from the grass. His name was Heimdegire and he placed his hand on a mahogany bark tree; he closed his eyes and smiled a big smile. The silver dragon climbed the tree, grabbed a white apple-like fruit from it, and jumped back down; he was still in a state of shock…holding one of these in his hand seemed like it was a far-off dream for so long. Where was this heavenly world? He opened his mouth in preparation to feast on the divine fruit…

"Raiding my tree…?" Came the strong voice of a savior. Heimdegire looked around nervously for a few seconds, but saw no one. He shrugged and turned back to his front, when he almost fell back in fear; Atlas Twilight was standing in front of him with his arms crossed. The red dragon was in his God form.

"Augh!! Lord Atlas, you almost gave me a heart attack!!" Heimdegire screamed.

"Rightfully!! What do you think you're doing?!" Atlas snatched the fruit from his friend.

"Umm…getting a piece of this odd white fruit?"

"No, you're not! I erected this tree in honor of myself! You can't just take fruit from it!"

"What?!"

"…Not unless I just give you one."

At that moment, Atlas' harsh scowl melted into a soft smile. The God of Destruction knelt down to his friend and handed him the Lucif Fruit. Heimdegire smiled back as his celestial friend helped him up. The two Yokkureian dragons sat down behind the Godly tree and one stared at the rolling sea in the distance and the other feasted on his celestial fruit. Heimdegire looked at Atlas and noticed the latter's absent visage; as he finished his snack, he decided to question his friend.

"That was good. Anyway, how did you do this, Atlas? You haven't been able to find out how to restore the Yokkureian Realm for almost two decades." Heimdegire asked. Atlas sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Well, while he were in Nirvana I found a necklace; it had life force attached to it. I took it up to the Kikoun Shrine and, what do you know…the life force reacted to the chakra streams of our world and gave me the power to undo the curse that was placed upon our world. I was able to turn it into this…a place where our race could thrive without cannibalism...well, at least not as much of it."

"Wow…so do you have some new power now?"

"I dunno. All I do know is that…well, actually I don't know much else. My struggle is over and I fulfilled my promise; there's not much for me to do with myself."

"Don't feel like that. There are probably a lot of things that you could do with yourself. I just wonder who's life force that was…"

"I…I think it was my mother's…"

"Your mother's?! How could your mother's life force have ended up in Nirvana?!"

"I dunno. But it's just an assumption! I don't even know my mother looks like!"

"Atlas…even if you don't know what she looks like, she knew what you looked like…she may have even known that you were the God of Destruction."

"Hmph…oh well, it doesn't matter anyway. I don't know anything about my parents and I'm not about to kill myself now tryin' to find something out."

"Sigh…Atlas, I need to show you something…"

Heimdegire stood and started to dig through his clothes. Atlas wondered what Heimdegire had to show him…but somehow he was apprehensive. Finally, after a few minutes, Heimdegire pulled something from his robe that made Atlas cringe; it was a photo. The God of Destruction snatched the item from his friend and looked at it; it was the same dragon that he saw in the picture in Nirvana. She was a fair Yokkureian dragon of a rose color, with light green eyes and a small amount of Devil's Script upon her face. She wore the necklace that Atlas wore now and she also had a small horn poking forth from her snout.

"Heimdegire…who the hell is this?!" Atlas growled. He was fuming and Heimdegire was nervous.

"That is Atrashin Twila Khamera; your one and only mother who was presumed to have gone missing so many years ago." Heimdegire admitted.

He waited for the inevitable and it soon came; Atlas clenched his fist and struck Heimdegire with such force that he rolled down the hill and kept going for a good few feet. After Heimdegire stopped rolling, he tried to get himself up but stumbled back to the ground as Atlas jumped from the hill and landed in front of his friend, shaking the ground on impact. The Yokkureian God's visage was graced with a murderous scowl and he growled furiously, the skies darkening with his rage.

"Oogh...Atlas, you are a little bit too powerful now…" Heimdegire whispered.

"Heimdegire…" Atlas growled. He grabbed his friend by his collar and made him look into his burning, serpentine emerald eyes. "How long have you been keeping this from me?! Why would you want to hide something like this?!"

"Heh…let's say I saw into the future…and she did too…"

"What do you mean?!"

"I didn't just find that, you know; she gave it to me. As you know, I was born about five years before you. Before your mother left, she gave that photo to me…she instructed me to hide it from you until…"

"Until what?!"

"Until…'You realized that in life, there exists no remedy to mistakes and that chasing an elusive goal sometimes nets more consequences than rewards'…"

It was than that Atlas' eyes widened and the clouds started to part. The Yokkureian God gently placed Heimdegire on his feet and released him from his iron grip. Atlas walked in one direction and stopped…stopped to think about that message. He clenched his right fist and held his mother's photo close to his chest…he closed his eyes and let many thoughts pass through his head.

"'More consequences than rewards…'" Atlas said.

"'He must be ready for the consequences of attaining that impossible goal. The world is not a perfect place and mistakes will always hurt, but the experience gained will make him wiser and stronger'…that was the rest of it."

"…I'm a fool."

"No, Atlas you're not—"

"I'm nothing more than a fool. That message…she knew. She knew that I would run into so many problems trying to attain that elusive goal…of restoring the Yokkureian Realm. The consequences of chasing that goal were so many…and even now, I feel this distinct emptiness. What am I now? What is my purpose for existing? I should feel happy knowing that this world is finally growing and prosperous…"

"You mean you don't…?"

"I…I don't know. I feel like…I feel like I fought for more than I had business fighting for. This underlying pride…this is where my tale began in the first place. So am I just eternally running around in circles?"

"Atlas, why are you thinking so much about this? Your mother wanted you to be happy; that's why she wanted you to learn from all this."

"She wanted me to be happy? So then…why did she leave me?!"

"To look for your father."

"My father? But Ryoshin is my father…and he was killed because he was insane!"

"Ryoshin wasn't insane, Atlas. He wanted to do the same thing that you did; he wanted to build a new and beautiful home for our race…granted, he wanted to do it a little more differently but…"

"So then…she wanted to protect him. She was going to help him fight that battle…she wanted to prevent his death?"

"I…guess. I don't really know all the details; I only know what she told me. I figure that you're right, though."

"…Humph." Atlas stepped forward and spread his wings. Heimdegire jumped in surprise. "Peace…will never come to me. Even if I know all of this about my parents…I still feel so betrayed by them."

"Where are you going?"

"Actually…I don't know. I have no idea where I'm going…or maybe…"

"Maybe what?"

"…Maybe I'll find another one…"

"Another…what?"

"Another impossible goal to chase…the consequences that I've bared probably weren't enough for them. I'm looking for…a reason."

"A reason for what, Atlas?"

"A reason…to believe in the future that I was apparently granted…"

"So…can I…"

"No. Don't follow me. This is something that I have to go alone on. If you're lucky, then I'll be back…"

A sorrowful look took Heimdegire's face as he watched Atlas rear back and then take off into the heavens to parts unknown. The silver Yokkurei watched his friend disappear from view and let out a long sigh; he walked back to the tree and looked at the last white fruit that dangled from its branches.

"You still have so much to learn...You can't disappear forever, Atlas…we need you…" Heimdegire said, as he looked back toward the sky, "So I'll just save this one for you, okay?"

End Chapter Forty One…Begin A Yokkureian Tale.

ValkierieDjermegandre: A final, ambiguous word. I hope any existing questions are answered :)