Spyro The Dragon's Story

Arya dug a piece of shrapnel from her hand, the NPA Sanctifiers moving up to make sure the creature was dead. Really dead. In Wing City it seemed you never knew if something was dead unless you saw it die.

Even then there were no promises.

"Everyone good?" Stardust asked as he was helped to his feet, the pieces of Goulash trying to absorb him were successfully separated from him. He would be a liar if he said he was okay.

"Let's take it to Sonia." One of the soldiers suggested, removing a cylinder from his belt. He aimed it down at the pieces of Goulash, the canister sucking the flesh in quickly.

"Sure that'll work?" Arya asked, "It's a pocket dimension, it'll work."

The body was still not doing a thing. It just sat there. Frozen. As things go, however, the black pool, just like all those other times, manifested itself beneath Goulash, threatening to swallow him whole. Two arms rose up out of the puddle, black as the rest of it, and wrapped around Goulash's body.

He'd seen it coming. Predicted it. Just like the time before.

The crescent blade swept outwards with lightning fast reflexes towards the closest arm as Nairi darted in, aiming to slash through it and sever it completely. The blade arced close enough to touch the pool's surface as he lunged, leaning over it in a way one might consider reckless.

Just above the peak of Mount Silver, a flash of light erupted in the night sky. A swirling vortex of purple, blue, red, and gold forged a violent tempest where there was once a calm blackness. Like a raging sea storm the energies churned, gathered, dissipated, and thundered as a funnel in the fabric of space and time formed. Blue and violet lightning illuminated the cosmic maelstrom.

A blinding light erupted from the vortex. An enormous purple shape emerged from the maelstrom. Large yellow wings snapped open as it banked hard against the face of the mountain. It unleashed a reptilian roar that echoed across the landscape. Glowing crimson eyes glared at the land. They burned with fury, intelligence, and power that rivaled few in this alien world.

Lightning flashed across the sky and was followed by a serpentine screech in response to the purple leviathan's thunderous roar. A flash of green striped with crimson and gold darted from the upper clouds. Rayquaza, the legendary dragon pokemon, descended from the heavens to investigate the strange cosmic anomaly. The pokemon roared in challenge upon seeing the intruding dragon and released a lightning bolt. It shot across the sky like a javelin towards the dragon.

The dragon was fast. Very fast. It tucked one of its yellow wings and dropped into a roll, dodging the lightning strike completely before leveling off. He opened his maw impossibly wide, revealing two rows of razor sharp dagger-like teeth, and uttered another booming roar. A layer of ice crackled across the dark purple scales of the dragon. Frozen mist fumed from the beast's nostrils as his pupils dilated with an azure glow. Finally, a powerful jet of arctic ice, sleet, and snow erupted from his throat and collided with Rayquaza.

Rayquaza howled in pain and tumbled through the air. The dragon darted through the powerful winds that the pokemon generated. He rode upon them like they were extensions of himself as he weaved between Rayquaza's frequent bolt of lightning. What few strikes hit him merely danced across his scales and shot into the night. The dragon snorted and unleashed a lightning bolt of his own. Rayquaza however, was prepared and snaked around the bolt. chaotic energies churned in its maw as a bright light materializes within.

The dragon answered in same. It opened his maw and screeched a terrible bone-grinding howl as a mystical purple energy ignited across its body. Tongues of purple flames burned in its eyes and scales while the fabric of reality flexed around the creature's form. A ball of cosmic energy rippled in the dragon's maw.

The creatures released their assaults. While Rayquaza fired its hyper beam, the dragon retaliated with its own mysterious breath in the form of a beam of violet energy.

The beams collided in a blinding light that shot across the sky, transforming night into day.

A shockwave rippled across the mountain face and valley, casting up dirt, stone, and leveling trees.

With a cataclysm of destruction, a violent and malefic explosion erupted from the collision, warping the fabric of time and space. The blast engulfed both the pokemon and dragon in a blanket of smoke and temporal chaos.

A shape fell from the sphere of smoke and crashed into the mountain side. Two yellow wings emerged from the haze as it dissipated. The dragon roared in triumph. It soared down the valley, ignited scores of trees like torches with its fire breath. After snatching up a Stantler in one of its large taloned feet, the dragon retreated over the mountains and into a cave.

The Rayquaza who called itself Nathan lay continued to lay unconscious on the mountain side, defeated and weak. Was this the limit to the power of the legendary pokemon known to control the weather? It couldn't be, at least, the other pokemon of the forest and mountain didn't want to believe that. Many types of pokemon from all over the mountain and forest around it had gathered around the motionless body of the legendary pokemon, waiting for it to regain it's consciousness.

It appeared that something other than the pokemon was also concerned, however, as the air nearby started to form ripples, as if it had turned into water and a pebble was thrown into it. The air then parted, revealing a large portal in the shape of a galaxy in its place. The galaxy was spiral in shape, and it seemed to spin slowly.

From it stepped a man who stood at about six foot two inches in height who wore a black suit with matching pants, shoes, and tie, along with a white dress-shirt. On the surface of the breast pocket, visible to all that could see, was an beautifully embroidered spiral galaxy that seemed to glow with an unknown power. This man had light skin, blue hair that went down to his lower neck at most, and dark blue eyes that were so dark they almost seemed purple. After he stepped through, the portal closed, then the air seemed to ripple again, but in reverse before returning to normal.

The pokemon all looked at him, and he gave them a kind smile. "Not to worry, little ones, I would never intentionally harm something I, Spiral James, God of Space, created." he said. His voice was deep, but not too deep, and seemed to float out of his mouth without a care in the world.

The pokemon all seemed to trust his kind, friendly, and father-like tone, and made a path for him to get close to the Rayquaza. "Oh dear," the blue haired God mumbled as he placed a gentle hand on the body of the Rayquaza and slowly walked to its head. "This is bad. It can heal, but..." Spiral sighed.

He looked around, towards the mountains. "Spyro, what have you done?" he asked, not that he already knew. The event that had happened warped space and time itself. Spiral and his sister, the Goddess of Time had sensed it, and the two of them together figured out what had transpired.

"Your trainer won't be too happy to know that her legendary dragon has been injured." The God said. A glowing light appeared in his hand, and he held it to the body of the Rayquaza, slowly healing with with as little pain as possible, which, to Spiral's standards, meant zero.

The eyes of the Rayquaza slowly opened, and then another light came from the Space God, this time from his own eyes, calming the legendary pokemon and convincing it to slowly shift into it's human form.

"W-who are you?" the Rayquaza asked.

"What my name is isn't important right now. All you need to know is that you are lucky to only have been knocked unconscious from your fight with Spyro." The God replied. "But, I must make sure there's nothing else wrong with you. What is your name?" he asked.

The Rayquaza paused, slowly blinking his eyes. "Nathan. That's what I call myself." he said.

"Good." The blue haired man paused for a moment, himself before talking again. "Can you remember your trainer's name?"

"Valorie." Nathan replied. "Her name is Valorie."

"Good, you remember." Spiral said. "The dragon you fought, was a very rare and powerful dragon named Spyro. I suggest you refrain from fighting him again, or I fear you may loose your life. And we wouldn't want your trainer beating herself up over not being able to save you." he said.

Soon the glowing stopped, and the blue haired God stood up straight. "Now, I suggest you stay here until you're fully healed. I'm sure your pokemon brothers and sisters will keep you fine company. And who know's, your trainer might show up and heal you herself." he said. The portal that he had came through opened itself behind him in the same matter it did before, and he walked through it. The portal closed, and he was gone.

What most people didn't know about this particular part of the Multiverse, was that two main Gods, and one Goddess. They controlled Time, Space, and Chaos, and together formed the most powerful three deities within the Citadel of the Gods, a place in between dimensions where all Gods and Goddesses from any religion, real or otherwise, gather to discuss the matters of the Multiverse.

Deep within the Citadel, there was a room, where two of the Trio sat. These two were Dori Clockwork, Goddess of Time, and Spiral James, God of Space. The two of them, along with their other brother, were all siblings, though they did not share the same last names. They choose their last names by themselves, but that never changed the fact that by blood they are related.

"Spiral, you don't need to tell me why we are both in this room." Dori said casually. "I already know, in case you forgot, I felt the warping of time and Space as well." she said. She was a beautiful woman-but then, most Goddesses were- with golden hair that went down to her lower back, light, smooth skin, and light yellow eyes that seemed to glow with power. Her voice was smooth and had a certain power to it that a mortal wouldn't be able to put their finger on. She wore a gorgeous white silk dress that had golden swirls on it that formed the occasional hourglass or clock on her dress. On her flawless feet, she wore sandals.

"Then I don't need to tell you that I've also been working on a way to weaken the blast of that dragon?" Spiral answered. He was taller than his sister, who stood at 5'11, as he stood at 6'2, but he was younger by at least twenty five years, which was strange because they both looked to be in their mid-thirties. He had blue hair, dark blue eyes that almost seemed purple and seemed to glow as well, his skin, like his sisters, was light and smooth. He wore a Black suit jacket along with matching tie, shoes, pants, and vest, as well as a white dress shirt. On the surface of the Breast pocket was a beautifully embroidered Galaxy in a pure white. His voice seemed to float out of his mouth without a care in the multiverse while still holding a certain power that mortals can't put their fingers on.

"No, you don't need to tell me, however, I can't focus on you forever, so I don't know how far you've gotten with your plan. But if you would be so kind as to enlighten me, then by all means, go ahead." Dori said.

Spiral nodded and paused for a second. "The blast that Spyro unleashed against his enemy is known as the Convexity Breath. And it, as you know, has the power to bend Time and Space around it. Almost to the breaking point. We can't let that happen. It would be the worst thing to happen to this part of the universe since out brother going rogue. I've been figureing out how to weaken it. Of course, I could just do it, but..." The blue haired god paused as another deity walked past the door of the room. "That could potentially weaken Spyro to the point where he can't defend himself or his mate. And we don't want that happening." he said.

"Get on with it, brother." Dori said, yawning. "I'm beginning to loose interest." she added.

Spiral rolled his eyes at his sister before continuing. "I had to figure out just how powerful Spyro was before I could do anything. Once I figured that out, it's quite simple." he said, adjusting his tie before continuing. "If Spyro's power was a ten on a scale of one to ten, all I'd have to do is take him down about to...an eight and a half, or at least take that attack of his and take it down a few notches." Spiral finished.

Dori then began laughing. "It took you two galactic standard days to figure this out? You are starting to loose your edge, brother." she said. "But, nevertheless, it is a good plan. Though I'm not sure the dragon will be too happy knowing that his power is going to be weakened" she said.

"Not to worry, I intend to be polite about it, and ask him to kindly try to refrain from using the breath too much." Spiral said with a sly smile.

"You'd best hope this works, otherwise we're going to have a huge mess on our hands, and the Elder Gods won't help us this time." she said.

"Since when have my plans gone wrong?" Spiral asked.

"Do you really want me to answer that for you?" Dori asked, standing and staring her brother in the eye.

Spiral, though he was taller than Dori, paused in hesitation. "No." he said finally.

"How dare you come here and call our best and brightest to Arceus knows where with empty promises of power and glory, you fiend. Be gone with you," Titania growled at Glom, and went over to give him a knuckle sandwich. His only saving grace from this display of girl power was the clash of dragons over on Mt. Silver to the west. Upon seeing Rayquaza go down in flames, there was only one logical response for the veteran steel-type trainer.

She fainted. She simply collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed by the moment. Or at least she would have, if not for a tall blonde woman dressed in black catching her before Titania could smack her head on the tile. Perhaps Iris would have a more cogent response to this crisis due to her youth allowing her to not jump to any wild conclusions. The blonde looked up.

"Champion Iris, please allow me to put out the fire. You, challenger, call the paramedics. Titania here gets priority, she can come join me when she comes around. I believe you have a public address to make," she added, gesturing towards the storm of TV reporters demanding a statement from the young president of the United Pokemon League regarding the incident.

And somewhere in the vast and unforgiving wilderness, part of which was still aflame despite the intervention of a cosmic entity, there was a little girl, alone and quite possibly afraid.

Kamon had hid behind a rock with his terrified charmander as the two titans fought in the sky. When he emerged from cover, the forest burned like a furnace. The young man pulled his collar over his mouth and coughed out a lung-full of smoke.

"Charmander!" he yelled through his collar. "Find us a way out of here, boy!"

"Char char!" the pokemon replied before darting off in a direction.

The trainer followed the pokemon in a brisk pace. He ducked beneath a flaming branch and blinked through the smoke. Kamon could see Charmander run beneath a low branch. It was too high to step over, so he attempted to crawl beneath it. With some difficulty he managed to come through unscathed.

Mmmaaa... chop.

"Charmander, did you hear that?" Kamon tried to peer through the smoke for the source of the faint whimper.

"Char? Char char!" exclaimed Charmander before leaping over a burning log. He blasted the log with ember. The two flames collided and snuffed each other out. Kamon haphazardly jumped over the log.

After navigating through the fire, Kamon discovered a machop pinned beneath a fallen tree. The pokemon gritted its teeth as it futily pushed up on the flaming tree. It fell limp and groaned.

"Charmander, use ember on that fire!" Kamon ordered as he rushed up to the pokemon. "Hey. Hey you. Come on. Wake up! Let's get you out of here..."

The machop slowly opened its eyes and nodded at Kamon. They both braced their hands against the fallen tree. Kamon pressed his legs into the dirt for extra leverage. Though the weight of the tree proved to great for the machop, the strength of both pokemon and trainer were able to roll the titan away. Machop attempted to rise, but stumbled to its knees.

"Here, I'll carry you..." Kamon said as he pulled machop onto his back in a fireman's carry. Machop groaned in pain, but smiled in appreciation.

Nathan sat on a rock in his human form, and looked at the forest around him as it burned. "This will not be the end of this forest." he muttered. He then stood and extended his hands to the sky, closing his eyes and taking deep, slow breaths. Clouds would start to appear, dark clouds, filled with rain. After the low roar of thunder, the rain began pouring down hard enough to contain the fire, and yet light enough so that the Charmander would be fine.

Nathan then put his hands in his pockets and walked down the side of the mountain and into the forest, unknowingly heading towards Kamon while doing so. As he walked, he seemed unaffected by the rain, as it went around him and left him dry. Any pokemon that grew slower, took damage, or grew faster from the rain would notice that these abilities did not affect them. And it was all because Rayquaza was here.

Nathan looked around after stopping and noticed that he was maybe twenty feet away from Kamon. The Charmander would notice his presence and turn to look at him, alerting his trainer to the new person.

Everything about Nathan screamed Rayquaza. His green hair, yellow eyes, and the pattern on his clothing just gave it away. The legendary pokemon in human form stared at the human trainer before him with his yellow eyes. After a few seconds, he would approach the human as he pulled the Machop out from under the log.

"You do know that you could get sick from being in the rain?" he asked. Though he was one to talk, he started the rain, but still didn't seem like the rain even touched him in the slightest.

He looked around. "Valorie ain't gonna like this..." he muttered to himself quietly. Valorie, the girl who caught him, loved pokemon and didn't like to see them get hurt. Her attitude had rubbed off on the Legendary Pokemon that now stood before a human in a human form.

Meanwhile....

The fabric of Space itself warped at the entrance to the cave in which Spyro The Dragon rested. The fabric of Space then opened to form a portal in the form of a Spiral Galaxy, and out of the portal was Spiral James, God of Space.

Dressed in his usual black suit and tie with matching shoes and pants, along with a white dress-shirt. On the surface of the suit's breast pocket a beautifully embroidered Spiral Galaxy glowed dimly with a divine power.

The God of Space approached Spyro and cleared his throat to get the Dragon's attention. The noise echoed throughout the cave, making plenty of noise for the purple Dragon to hear.

Kamon glanced up as Nathan approached and tilted his head towards the sky. "Huh, wha'?..." he muttered. "Where did this rain come from?... And who are you?"

"Char char!" squeaked Charmander as he trotted up to Kamon's foot.

"Excuse me," Kamon cradled the limp machop. "Do you know where the nearest Pokemon Center is? I think this machop got hurt after having a tree fall on him. He has trouble standing..."

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A moment slid by like molasses after Spiral Galaxy made his entrance. Finally a low growl like thunder rumbled from within the cave's dark passages. The walls shuddered. Two fiery crimson eyes materialized in the blackness above the cosmic being. They were deep and penetrating, yet intelligent.

"Who intrudes upon my lair?" the guttural voice growled, "Who disturbs my meal?"

Nathan smirked at Kamon and his pokemon. "Not to worry, I may control the weather here, but I won't hurt you." he said. "I am Rayquaza, however you may call me Nathan." he said, walking up to the pokemon trainer and gently placing a very human hand on the chest of the Machop. "Poor boy." he muttered. He looked and felt completely dry, as if the rain didn't affect him. Also, Charmander, who would normally be hurt by the rain, was fine as well.

............

Spiral looked up at the glowing orbs. "My my, a grumpy one, aren't you?" he asked with a playful tilt of his head. "I am Spiral James, God of Space. Perhaps you've heard of me. However I don't blame you if you haven't, not many people know of me." he said. As he introduced himself, he would offer a polite bow, showing that he meant no harm. Though, the great beast before him probably wouldn't see him as a threat in the slightest. After all, he was...unassuming.

His voice was smooth and seemed to roll out of his mouth without a care in the multiverse. "I'm sure you know why I am here, Spyro." he said calmly, looking the great Dragon in the eyes. The pupils of this man were replaced with Galaxies that glowed and spun slowly, giving off a sort of power that radiated from the man's body.

"Your bout with Rayquaza almost tore a whole in the delicate fabric of Space and Time, which my sister and I work so hard to maintain." he explained in a serious tone. His voice almost seemed layered in a way, as if many voices joined in. Only about two to be exact, but it added a sense of power and intimidation.

The God of Space merely stood in front of Spyro as if standing before a child, though meant no disrespect from doing so.

As the pokemon trainers, both young and old, honed their skills, a deafening reptilian roar rumbled through the sky. A large shape materialized over the horizon and cast a shadow over the ocean with great leathery wings that spread over the waters. Crimson eyes, burning like fire, gazed upon the island with mischievous curiosity. Dark purple scales glistened in the sunlight as the creature glided along the warm up drafts of the ocean winds.

The beast banked upward along the cliff and released another thunderous roar. It soared above the academy, eying its inhabitants with a dreadful gaze.

A strange, metallic skinned boy turned his red, noticeably glowing eyes up at the sky. Above his head was a flaming ruby halo seemingly suspended by magic. He was sitting with a notepad and a pencil in his hands, a picture of several pokemon fighting drawn on it.

"Hmm..?" he mused quietly to himself from his position far from any other 'human'.

Who's that pokemon?

The android stared intently, watching. He was in his element.

Richie stares around, then looks at the old man, "Realy.. I'm new here, to everything, the elective, the academy, I just kinda wanna get a feel for the place, learn what I can." Frosslass floats around

Heywood had a bad feeling about this, but continued with the lesson as he grabbed an elaborately carved wooden cane with images of stampeding Bouffalant and limped over to the shore. "All right, girls. First thing, you must learn how to fish. I figured it was better to have one good rod than a bunch of old rods...you, Richie, you can use mine." He gestured to the blonde with the Froslass, asking her to take a turn. "First, bait the hook. I've got some blobs of meat you can use. Make sure you don't cut yourself on the hook."

While the students busied themselves with that, the elderly man bent over and put in a call to the principal's office. There was no doubt that they were seeing the same thing he was, but seeing as his class was outdoors he needed some strong battlers to cover for him should he need to relocate himself and his students. "Oh, and there's a strange boy here content to watch. See what he wants," he added before hanging up and turning back to the girls.

The dragon watched as the pink and yellow fleshy things scurried around with their magical animals. Spyro silently wondered if any of them could take him in combat. He gave a doubtful smirk, releasing a puff of smoke, before banking downwards. His massive yellow wings spread over the academy as he swooped to a halt. Dagger-like claws raked the roof of the building.

Spyro lowered to his belly and rested his chin on his foreleg. Two glowing red eyes continued to watch the trainers with amused curiosity.

A fiery orange glow radiated across the pure white snow that covered Mt. Silver like a cowl. Deep shadows slowly replaced the setting sun as it drifted below the horizon. Howling winds and bone-chilling gales laced with ice and snow battered the mountain's face and haunted the darkening night.

High above the subtle mountain path, amidst the blizzards that cut through flesh like razor blades, a cave marred the mountain peak. Its edge was circular and smooth. Sheets of ice and a thin blanket of snow gave way to dusty glass-like stone that emitted an eerie glow in the dim light of the night. The tunnel dove in a steep incline deep into the mountain. Thick rock muffled the wailing winds. Luminescent crystals dotted the walls and grew more frequent deeper into the cavern. They emitted a pallet of colors ranging from fiery red, electric yellow, forest green, frosty blue, to deep purple.

A quarter-mile later, a deep rumbling echoed through the cavern. Wisps of smoke snaked along the ceiling and upper walls. Finally, at the end of the tunnel, the dim light of the strange crystals illuminated the shape of a massive creature. Dark indigo scales glimmered in the light. Golden platelets and spines lined its belly and back respectively. A long, muscular, spined tail curled around its paws while massive yellow wings were folded neatly at the creature's sides. Two crooked horns protruded from its forehead. The dragon's torso rose and fell in a slow rhythm, expelling smoke from its nostrils like a blacksmith's billow.

The warmth soothed her body, warm against the one whom she searched for for so long. She dreamed of happier times, dlying care free in the skies and regaled in her joy and splendor. Those times, now, were long gone as the two had grown up and moved away from the war striken planet of Terra, now safe, high in these frozen mountains. She dreamed but not for much longer.

The sight of the two nestled in their wings would warm even the darkest heart though they were fearsome as a duo. The smaller dragon, roughly three quarters the size of the male slept soundly curled around the larger male for warmth. Her scales were black as midnight with small plumes of black smoke coming from her nostrils with each breath in and out. Her tail was smooth but held a wicked edged blade at the end while her back spines rose and fell with each breath. Her teeth sharper and larger then normal for a dragon her size could be seen, glowing against the dim light of the cavern with her claws clawing the ground.

She felt something through her dreams, a gnawing of something, she wanted something. Her dreams became blurrs and hazy as she fought to remain asleep. She felt her grip slipping away as she felt herself stirring until finally, her jade green eyes opened very slowly to see ahead of her. The purple dragon whom she had fallen for so many years ago. She gave a very soft smile as she moved a little, stretching her muscles as she eased her way out of his embrace. With a groan, she stretched her wings and body out to shake the stiffness from her bones then lowered her head to the male's ear

"Awaken my mate. The time for sleeping is over, we have dreamed long enough. Now we must awaken...to greet the day" She nosed him gently then a little more forcefully to help him wake up.

Spyro stirred from the miasma within his mind. One of his long wings shifted to embrace the dragoness beside him while a particularly large billow of smoke erupted from his nostrils. One eyes slowly awakened, revealing a glowing crimson orb. The eye was like the soothing flame of a hearth. His reptilian yellow pupil focused upon Cynder.

"Grrrmmmm..." Spyro grumbled groggily. "Is there something wrong, Cynder?"

Spyro fought through his haze to inspect his surroundings. He sank a claw into the earth, flared his nostrils, and flicked his forked tongue. The cave was dead silent except for their breathing, the odd scuttling of small insects, and the distant echo of howling wind. A few scents greeted his nose and tongue - none of them unusual or hostile. Finally, Spyro expanded his mind to feel the ebb and flow of the ambient magic that now saturated the cavern. No disturbances.

"Uughhh..." he flicked his tail. "No... There's no one else here. What time is it?"

Cynder would shake her head, feeling her senses expanding as well to feel his magic while moving herself closer to his embrace. She stared into his eyes as she had missed the those orbs which she swam in. All had been quiet while the two had slumbered, nothing was left to chance after all in the securing of their home.

"Nothing is wrong Spyro, but I felt the time had come to awaken from our slumber. I do not know how long we have been in our time in the haze" Cynder said while brushing her sides against his while she laid down once again under his wing. Even if for only a few more minutes of his warmth "Perhaps it was hunger that forced me to awaken, or a sense that I do not yet fully comprehend. Time will tell but for now, we should prepare for a hunt and fill our bellies as we try for more answers"

Cynder spoke softly, knowing not to use raised voices while in the silent cave, any predator could hear their voices and come to investigate after all. "We might wish to view the civilizations below to try and gain some insight. I barely remember the trip here myself" Cynder let out a soft yawn. She was still groggy as well, the haze evident in her mind as even her eyes were half lidded.