He had no idea of what girl the White Knight meant said of his long-distant past. He only remembered his foster sisters living with Geraldus. Other than those girls, he knew no one else who could become the new White Knight of Charity.
The hybrid sighed in displeasure and again when he walked to in the center of the village. Vaeludar gazed upon a crowd of people, who witnessed his fight of the Five-Headed Dragon.
Suddenly they bowed before the hybrid. This seemed to be a Minotaur fight all over again; fighting a demonic creature and become a legend the next.
Vaeludar flew over the crowd of bowing before him. He wasn’t caring about what the fame of his actions or the people he had saved.
“Vaeludar!” shouted Marina.
Vaeludar heard Marina’s voice and landed close to her. “Marina, we have lost a White Knight. It seems her power will be incarnated into someone else, but I don’t know who.”
“Too bad. After seeing your battle with a large beast with five heads, future battles are going to be hard to beat. Without a White Knight as a helping hand, the future seems doubtful.”
“But it’s good to see you alive and living, Marina the Siren.”
Marina chuckled. “I just disturbed your deep thoughts, haven’t I?”
“I’m afraid you did, Marina, I’m afraid you did. I am on my way to see Flavius. I’m still considered part of Geraldus’s family and I want to make sure my little foster sister is okay.”
Marina nodded and grabbed Vaeludar’s hand. The Siren led Vaeludar to a dome-shaped hut built from stone and stray. They went in. A fire was dimly lit. A hole cut on the hut’s ceiling lent some light from the outside.
Flavius, Wonomi, Monico, Galvin, Flarefur sat on the far side. Flarefur the Griffin sat between the known people that he separated between three unknown people. The three unknown people were a man with an eagle-feathered hat and a bear’s fur coat, a fat man wearing light battle armor, a woman wearing a feathered dress. Naìra was sitting by her brother.
Vaeludar gazed upon his companions who seemed unharmed but seemed rudely invited by these four strangers.
Marina sat down near the fire, and Vaeludar followed her. The hybrid felt like a thousand glaring dragon eyes of a hydra had been staring at him when he had entered the hut.
“We are to thank you, O great hybrid,” said the feathered-dress woman. “You have slain a great beast we feared for many a generation. The Shadow King had been working us to death with that monstrous five-headed beast.”
“Now, with the beast dead,” said the fat man, “the life we used to live will be drawn back. We can go back into reuniting the clans. With your help, the five clans will, at long last, be one clan. We are leaders of our own clan, chosen to lead each clan to victory.”
“It had been said you would come and free us from the Dark Warrior King Lusìvar,” said bear-fur wearing man. “With your powers, we shall wipe out what remains of that dreaded Shadow King’s army and once again become the people we are supposed to be: a clan strong and willing to rise from the ashes of a fallen civilization and become a great civilization again.”
Vaeludar gazed upon these leaders he was assuming the ambassadors (or the leaders) of a specific clan, with slight confusion. He was to unite five clans from a long-dead civilization? The original plan for him was to get the armor-piece from the north and work his way south to find the other two, not to unite any unknown clans.
“You look confused,” said the fat man.
“Is there something you don’t know?” asked the feathered woman.
Vaeludar sighed. “I have to be honest with you. First let me tell you everything about me, because if Ralenskrit and Belverda had said anything, I didn’t hear about it because…” Vaeludar explained these people from when he was raised, to where killed a Minotaur, rescued a Siren from a gripping death, and to the plan to find the armor-pieces.
Basically, he explained his life from where he was left to be raised by a human family to the moment of the Five-Headed Dragon. “…and after the White Knight of Charity died, her power will be passed to another person and then the Spirit of Lusìvar showed up and vowed to rise up again. As of right now, we’ve beaten him, but only temporary.” After he was done, Vaeludar leaned back and loosen his wings on the ground.
The three clan leaders whispered and muttered to themselves, quiet-like. Their eyes stared and their mouths were very low whispering Vaeludar couldn’t hear what the clan leaders were talking about.
Then after a short moment, the three leaders turned back to Vaeludar.
“You say you were raised by a group of humans, and not Dragons?” asked the woman.
“And you never knew you dragon father and human mother who is a witch?” asked the fat man.
“That is right,” Vaeludar admitted. “I never knew them. I was raised by humans. Why? You may be wondering. I am the first of my kind: a human-dragon hybrid. Where I was raised I was never accepted into any society because of my background appearance. How was it possible for a human and a dragon to mate and produce a child? This is a mating process I know that has never been done before, because of the massive body size of a dragon and a small two-legged human.
“Somehow, I am an exception. I don’t know how I was made. I don’t how my parents did it. They just did. And I have no idea how they
