“They just left me on a doorstep of a large stone house, where I had to learn to muster my abilities on my own, without the help of any supervision from my dragon father or my human mother.” Vaeludar leaned forward and placed his hands on his crossed, hind dragon legs. “I’m not what you have expected me to be. And my original plans are to seek out armor artifacts like this one on my arm here. I didn’t know people lived here in the Northern Region.”
“So, you don’t plan on uniting us?” asked the woman.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Vaeludar admitted. “I didn’t come this way to unite divided clans. Though I will take into consideration into uniting clans like you say I can, but I need to stay true to my original objectives: find and gather these armor-pieces Ralenskrit and Belverda tried to find but failed to deliver.
“For now, I’m done talking for a day. I just took out a Five-Headed Dragon at the cost of the life of a White Knight, who had passed her power to another girl. Now, I need some rest.”
Vaeludar stood up and strolled out of the hut. He gazed his hybrid eyes on his right arms. The armor consumed Vaeludar’s entire right arm, ranging from his fingertips to his right shoulder and the same was with his left arm. The red scales that covered his arms to his elbows stretched upward to his shoulders. He still had human skin on his half human torso, but his arms were more dragonized.
Vaeludar strapped the Crystal Sword around his chest, hanging the weapon on his back. Then he gruntingly sighed and strolled away.
“Vaeludar!” cried Marina. The Siren exited the hut inches away from his slivering tail.
Vaeludar sighed, slightly impatient. He stopped after taking his third step from the hut. He roared loudly in his mind, he could feel the farthest mountain all the way down south breaking down to small hills. “Is there something else they want?” he asked.
“Don’t be so irrational about these people! You just saved their lives from the Shadow King. Having these people from these clans, whatever they are, would definitely increase our chances of success against him.”
“I came to the north to find armor. First off, uniting these people wasn’t part of my plans. I fought a hydra-like beast with a White Knight who died in battle. Not to mention I nearly died in the cave when a million of rocks fell upon me. I barely got out of there, if it weren’t for the armor. I displayed more of a fighter instead of a negotiator.
“Let King Uragiru do that. I’m going to stick to my original plans first, and find the last two remaining armor artifacts. Then I’ll worry about uniting these people, alright?”
“When are you going to stop being selfish?”
Vaeludar tilted his head. “What’s more important? Finding an armor set and therefore standing equally powerful as the Shadow King and be able to stop him on his next major or uniting clans and therefore giving Lusìvar more time to regenerate for his next attack of human life?”
The Siren remained silent.
Vaeludar shook his head, knowing Marina remained silent. Then he heavily sighed as he exhaled a puff of smoke. “I need some rest. We can talk more in the morning. I’m relatively exhausted from the fight I had, and flying from here-to-there and everywhere. I don’t want to be dragged into a dispute with any clans.” Vaeludar shook his wings and pondered around the village.
Vaeludar had seen the buildings all built on two opposite ends like walking down a hallway with buildings on the walls. All were made from little stone and so much dirt. Dirt houses stood on other houses if they were built in the standard of a pyramid. Windows small as a horse head stood without glass. The village was in a very poor state that seemed to have no people working in any trade or blacksmithing.
It was if he was walking through farmland where the farmers weren’t trained; the people weren’t probably skilled in any trade.
The people stared in awe as the hybrid pondered the village. For years, it seemed they have lost hope of being liberated.
And to make plans worse, Vaeludar had never thought to be uniting the people, especially the people he was looking at. They seemed to be more skilled as peasants than warriors. And after being under the influence of the Shadow King for who knows how long, Vaeludar wonders if they are skilled in any method of trade like blacksmithing or farming.
After he walked through the village, he walked up to the statue of the Crystal Dragon, where he made an entrance and battled Lusìvar. The events happened so fast from the falling rocks in the cave to the great battle Vaeludar felt he went through a time warp that lasted for three seconds. His memories were vague from the falling boulders and placing the armor artifact on his arm in the naked of time.
What does it matter now? Vaeludar was alive and survived the horrible events. Now, he had to look to the future of preserving future lives, without the usage of dark magic threating to change every life upside down.
Suddenly, the eyes of the dragon statue glowed. Two white-purple flares stared at Vaeludar’s eyes. The hybrid felt himself being pulled toward the glaring dragon statue. His wings had stiffened and his legs frozen. Vaeludar’ tried to resist but his body was still as a statue to the bone. He closed his eyes, wishing he had greater power at resisting and of a sudden he stopped.
Vaeludar was
