Vaeludar found himself staying on a pile of rotten human skeletons. Alarmed by the new change of sight, Vaeludar flapped his wings and floated from the ground. The village he was in had dispersed into a deadly, graveyard-like wasteland. The lands he stared at were flatlands, which would mean he was in a completely different location. He felt like he was going through a nightmare he wouldn’t want to dream about.
Where am I? he asked himself. Was this the future when Lusìvar takes over? Was this a nightmare I’m dreaming? Or was this a vision I’m seeing? A vision the Crystal Dragon was showing from… thousands of years ago when he was fighting Lusìvar when he was in power?
Vaeludar began to wonder where he was, let alone when he was. He had to be experiencing a memory from the past.
Then a strong wind had gushed through the hybrid’s ears. A pale storm of dust forced him to block his eyes with his hands. Unable to see, he heard wings flapping and endless dragon roars and war cries of a human. All sounds coming from one place then to another.
Vaeludar tried to see what was going on, but the strong dusty storm was blowing his eyes and he was unable to see what was going on. The sounds he heard grow louder and softer very few seconds. And each passing second, he felt his ears being drilled through screams of war cries and echoing of a long war lasting centuries.
After the wind seemly was dying down, Vaeludar immediately reopened his eyes and gazed upon a flying, scale-bright dragon flying in the sky and a huge human figure wearing heavy armor top-to-bottom and carrying a sword and a shield.
The Crystal Dragon and Lusìvar, thought Vaeludar. He knew where he was and when: a memory of the two godlike beings fighting tens of thousands of years ago. He had to be in a trance if he was witnessing a turn of events that happened so long ago.
Then he heard his name from echoed from thin air: “Vaeludar!”
His name was repeated so many times. Vaeludar saw a large dust storm coming to him at high speed. It came flying toward him and from out of nowhere, he found himself being sucked into the storm. This time he covered his face with his wings, causing him to land on the ground. For this wind storm, Vaeludar wasn’t going to cower beneath a cover; he untwined his wings and held up his right arm.
Vaeludar saw the statue of the Crystal Dragon and found he was back at the base of the village. He stood as he was before he had the vision. He felt if a thousand eyes were glaring at him in confusion. He turned around.
Two clan leaders were looking at him, along with a dozen of villagers curiously gazing at him.
“I just had a dream: a vision of some kind,” stated Vaeludar.
“What about?” asked the woman in the feathered dress.
“I must have seen the Crystal Dragon fighting Lusìvar that’s taken place thousands of years ago. I saw vile lands destroyed and no signs of life anywhere. No trees, houses, stray, and a whole bunch of dirt with no mountains or hills as far as the eye can see. It was all red, dark, poisonous, and the worst kind of natural life I can think of. I couldn’t imagine what life could have been like under Lusìvar’s rule.”
The people staring at him remained blankness.
“Never mind what I’ve said. Forget I ever said anything.” Vaeludar strolled past the woman and stopped suddenly. He felt some muscles twitching in his wings and the side of his head.
The hybrid widened his wings then he felt a twisty nerve-bone rattling on his left wing, preventing him to fly. Vaeludar tilted head and found his left wing’s paper-like skin drooled several blood veins, as well with the other wing. Both his wings were popping out blood veins.
“What are these?” The hybrid looked upon his blood-vein wings. Then he remembered: blood-veined wings were marking a beginning of dragon maturity, the event of a teenage dragon becoming a full grown adult. Vaeludar couldn’t believe it when he thought of his half-dragon body was maturing into a grown adult.
Vaeludar took a quick glance at his human skin; a few scales grown on his chest, elbows, and the back of his hands, and his claws on his fingertips grew an inch. He touched his ears and he felt his horns had grown an inch longer. His hair was redder and grew a few inches longer, which covered his ears.
“I’m guessing my dragon persona is in the maturing process, at a quick rate in that manner,” he said.
Within minutes, Vaeludar still retained his human appearance, with some dragon features on his skin. The twitching he felt in his wings had ceased, and he felt like a grown man.
The dragon process was a dragon instinct that had grown. Being raised by humans all his life never, Vaeludar never had the spirit or the personality of a dragon hatchling. But during the fights from the Minotaur to the Dragon with five heads, Vaeludar’s inner dragon was taking shape of his half-human body.
With the new appearance and his dragon personality aging from hatchling to teenage, Vaeludar was now feeling tired. This fast-rapid aging process consumed a lot of his body energy more energy than he consumed when he fought the two-legged
