“No, sir,” the blacksmith answered.
“Then, how did…”
A fireball flew into the blacksmith’s workshop; it headed straight for the furnace. The furnace was booming with fire again. “Ah, that’s what the fireplace needed,” said Geraldus. “Dragon fire.” Geraldus turned and exited the blacksmith and headed back to his manor. Geraldus knew the flying fireball didn’t come from a dragon.
Geraldus entered through the front door again and headed to the dining room, which had a long table able to fit ten people. On the far end, Alaric sat with grace. On the left side of the table sat his three younger brothers: Flavius, Arron, and Nerio. And the right side sat his three younger sisters: Eliana, Naìra, and Andrei. Geraldus seated himself at the other end of the table.
The food was placed on the table by servants and maidens. There were honey-glazed chicken and turkey, boiled vegetables, fruits that had been lightly glazed, and hole-cut sweet potatoes.
It was a spectacular feast the family was enjoying. At least it was until Arron and Nerio started to mess around with the chicken bones. They were using the bones like swords, fighting and poking each other.
This caused a major distraction to the entire family. Everyone couldn’t see their plates peacefully since the twin boys were causing so much noise.
Alaric got up to take away the bones from the two boys.
Arron saw him coming and threw a chicken rib at his oldest brother.
“You should never play with bones, boys!” said a distorted human tone.
Suddenly, the rib stopped in midair, floating in front of Alaric’s face. The bone began to fly away from Alaric, soaring over the table, going passed a standing Geraldus, and right towards the dining room entrance.
The rib was grabbed by a strange figure; the figure happened to be a male human but half a human.
From the waist was a human torso and skin was bright red if the skin was sunburnt. His head was rounded and had thin crimson hair. He had odd colors for human eyes: the sclera was as sparkling as the sapphire ocean, the yellow iris shined like gold coins, and crimson pupils that sparked like a fiery ruby.
His legs were curved like a wolf’s leg with red scales. A thin dragon tail was softly swirling like a snake. From his shoulder blades, a pair of crimson dragon wings hung.
And dragon scales covered a short length of his lower arms if he was wearing gloves that stretched near to the elbows. His hands consist of five fingers and small claws hung at the fingertips.
This figure seemed to be half human half dragon, in the house of Geraldus where the family and their servants were looking at him. This human creature was unlike anyone had ever seen before: a human-dragon hybrid.
A HUMAN DRAGON HYBRID
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he human-dragon hybrid stood still holding the rib in a hand. He was seventeen years old. His face was a bit mushy and the skin was almost snake-like but still retained human skin. His dragon features were very crimson like burning fire.
“You must never play with bones, boys,” he said. His voice was deep, soft and distorted . “You might end up choking on them,” he continued. “And if you choke on them, you will eventfully die from choking. It was also extremely rude playing with your food and a great insult when you are embarrassing your family members in front of your servants who kindly placed their time and efforts in making this wonderful meal.”
The hybrid creature walked over to a small, non-burning fireplace and threw the bone into the fireplace. The bone burst into flames as soon as it hit the fireplaces ashy ground. He inhaled the smoke and blew out water droplets from his nose.
“Thanks, Vaeludar,” said Alaric.
Vaeludar heard Alaric thanking him, but paid it no mind. The hybrid only focused on what he did. He grabbed a flying bone without touching it, flung it over to the fireplace, and lit the bone on fire without making any fire from his mouth or hands; it was all done by magic.
“Pay it no mind, Alaric,” said Vaeludar. “I’m only doing what needed to be done, and I was doing nothing else at the moment. So I decided to do something about it.” He turned to leave the dining room, dragging his legs like a real dragon moving his back hind legs.
“Hey, freak, catch,” yelled Nerio, throwing a wishbone.
Vaeludar halted. Instead of turning and dodging the throwing attack, the claws of his left wing caught the flying wishbones. Vaeludar stood still while his wing caught the bone. He turned and swung the wishbone back at its thrower, with his wing at a hard speed. The wishbone landed on Nerio’s plate then flopped on his head, with the two endpoints sticking straight up.
The twin boys had a shocked look to them.
“Remember, Nerio,” said Vaeludar. “I have unique senses. Unless you come more stealthily, a more sneaky way that doesn’t make any noises; you better keep your attacks to yourself and your twin brother.” Vaeludar withdrew his arm and the wishbone fell back on the place. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some cleaning to do.”
Vaeludar left and went out the front door, his legs bending like a deer. But as soon as he walked outside of Geraldus house, he saw dozens of strangers looking at him oddly. He wondered if they were strangers from distant lands who were lost in a small village or if he was the stranger.
For all his life, Vaeludar always saw the oddly faced eyes staring at him, always staring, always glaring at an odd specimen. Never before had there been an account of a hybrid that was a human and a dragon, for Vaeludar was exactly that: a human-dragon hybrid. He was told by Geraldus that Vaeludar’s
