It is not known of how a giant, winged lizard came to love a two-legged creature five times smaller than the lizard’s size. And there was no record of any love made between dragon and human, but Vaeludar was the first ever to be the child of two different species. This was why Vaeludar always had eyes staring at him, even among the Dragons; he was considered to be the first hybrid ever to be seen by human or dragon or any other mythical creature.
The hybrid paced himself toward the armory where Geraldus was earlier. He saw the blacksmith hammering on a large metal
“Look who’s here,” the blacksmith said. The blacksmith showed a sign of relief to see the hybrid walking to him. The blacksmith was the only stranger Vaeludar could call a friend, outside the house of Geraldus, and the blacksmith was the only human, in the entire village, who didn’t give Vaeludar a strange look. “Can you help me out with the furnace?”
“Well, I don’t have anything else better to do,” said Vaeludar. He walked over to the furnace and saw the fire within slowly dying. “Have the two small boys been causing trouble again?”
The blacksmith nodded before resuming his hammering.
Vaeludar sighed. “I swear, if those boys keep messing these small things up, they’re going to ruin this entire island if they ever get to the capital city when they become adults.” Vaeludar wreathed a small heating, steaming breath exhaling from his mouth.
Then a small fire puffed from his nose and mouth and the furnace was lit bright and fiery. The fire was working again and the blacksmith could resume with his heavy-duty work of hammering the metal and forging the weapons that needed to get forged.
“My thanks,” the blacksmith thanked.
Vaeludar nodded his head in response. He turned to leave the blacksmith, with his ears listening to the hammering of a hammer the blacksmith was pounding with. “I got nothing else to do around this village, except for maybe walking around the village,” he whispered.
In a single flap of his wings, Vaeludar rose into the air and sat himself on the roof of Geraldus’s house. He sat next to an open window and looked at the horizon changing from light to the dark.
Is that what I am good for around here? wondered Vaeludar. Keeping the blacksmith’s furnace on fire?
Vaeludar threw his back on the roof and looked toward a twilight sky. Few stars sparkled brightly as three moons were dimly lit: one purple, one a haze of green, and the last dark blue like the night sky. Light of the sun still flickered from the western horizon.
Several red-violet supernovas and small, star-like galaxies, and the two yellow-striped, purple moons and one blue moon lit the twilight sky with speculator. Much light flickered in his dragon, humanoid eyes. The sight of the twilight sky brought wonder and peaceful thoughts to Vaeludar’s mind.
He could just fly up there into the sky and thought what could be beyond those novae and stars and could travel through an infinite space. Perhaps he could fly and see the Three Gods the ancient legends spoke of, the three believed ancient creators of the universe. He had been told the gods live up in the sky, away from the mortal world and where things are said to be immortal.
Vaeludar had been an outsider and the only place he felt like he could go would be the stars floating above the world. He could just fly up there and go into an infinite abyss and feel like he was an afterlife where small dots and sparkling lights would flicker all around him and have no human or dragon eyes looking strangely at him.
He always wondered where his parents were, and if they really wanted him. He was told several times by Geraldus his parents’ names were Ralenskrit and Belverda. Ralenskrit was a fire-breathing Dragon and Belverda was a human, and both were scientists trying to make science better for lives: medicines, medical treatments, and all sorts of healing drugs.
Ralenskrit and Belverda were considered to be an odd pair of scientists since they had different body sizes and were two different species. It was highly unusual for scientists of two different species to be working together. It was always human scientists working with human scientists and dragon scientists working with dragon scientists, not a pair of cross-species scientists.
Over the years he heard of their names, Vaeludar heard a few rumors that Ralenskrit and Belverda were trying to find ways to bypass life and live longer than a usual lifespan of human and dragon. Trying to bypass the power of evolution wasn’t something a mortal could do, only an immortal like one of the Three Gods.
Those were only rumors Vaeludar had heard but couldn’t bear the thought of them trying to become gods themselves. He thought he was only made from love the two different species had and somehow managed to make him, but Vaeludar had always debated if his parents did love each other or if he was just made in the process outside of parental love.
Whatever the reason was, Vaeludar’s final thoughts of them were parents who didn’t want him and wanted to get rid of him. He always wanted to see them all his life, but he had no idea where to search for them or where to start looking for them.
“I thought I would find you out here,” said a voice.
Vaeludar knew Geraldus’s head would be popping out of the open window, even as the hybrid would be looking toward the stars. “You’re thinking about joining me on your slippery rooftop?” Vaeludar paid Geraldus no mind, only looking at the starry sky.
“You have the outsider-looks once again. You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself, Vaeludar. Being half of anything shouldn’t be that hard to live by. In fact, the Centaurs, the Faeries, and the Merpeople are…”
“Are not humans like I am,” Vaeludar
