This time he flew to the wheat field, where there was a lot of damage taken from his battle. He sternly looked at the wheat fields, which had the plants that could be made into bread, had been laid to waste. It was the cost of battle, there would be great damages done and casualties. Luckily his had only cost them the fields and one broken house and he was very glad no humans had been harmed during his battle.
The Griffins had helped in restoring the crops that were destroyed but with little progress. The season of autumn had bloomed and the plants were starting to wither and go into their winter hibernation.
Even through heavy damage was taken in the wheat fields, the peasants were still cropping what was left of the plants and turning them into wheat powder. Vaeludar had heard that there would be enough wheat flowers to last through the winter.
It was regrettable for Vaeludar to have been battling in the wheat fields where it was the main food source for bread, but the plants could always regrow. He wanted to help in seeding wheat plants, but he felt the peasants may not want a fighter such as Vaeludar helping them do their jobs; he was now mainly known as a fighter and not a farmer.
Besides, he saw the Griffins helping the peasants cropping and planting, so there was no need for him to work alongside those hard working Griffins and humans. Vaeludar turned to go to the southern part of the village.
Above, he was flying and seeing all the humans doing their duties, seemingly having forgotten about the deadly battle everyone was terrified of being in.
At the southern borders of Geraldus village, Vaeludar spotted Alaric dismounting from a horse, with a pair of guards helping him. Even though Alaric seemed fine, he had been a bit wobbly after a charging engagement with the Minotaur on horseback.
Vaeludar was thankful for the Unicorns for using their healing magic. When Vaeludar saw Alaric dismounting from his horse, Alaric went straight to Geraldus house, limping along the way.
Vaeludar sighed at Alaric not being fully healed. Vaeludar also wanted to heal Alaric, but Vaeludar knew Dragons do not have healing powers, and only Unicorns had the power to heal and Dragons never had the power to heal injured or wounded people.
“Like to see how high you can go?” asked a looming, deep voice.
The Dragon King, with an escort of six black Dragons, flew beside closely to Vaeludar. “Amazing, isn’t it? How a flyer could easily see how big the world really is and how small we creatures really are.”
“And an easy way of transportation,” said Vaeludar. “I always find it easy to get out of crowded areas. What is the King of Dragons doing on this part of the island?”
“I wanted to see how you are doing,” said the Dragon King. “Most young people of your age would be very reluctant to have made their first kill. And many would have been traumatized. However, you seem calm and relaxed about it. Humans would have been in great shock when they took the life of a creature.”
“Well, I’m not full human, and I am half dragon. Half of my brain had been resistant to the feeling of dread. Yet I do feel some small amount of regret at taking a life, even if it was a monster trying to kill a small boy.”
“It sounds like you have mixed emotions. Dragons don’t suffer trauma when they have made their first kill. But you seem to be doing fine and don’t regret killing the Minotaur. This must mean your human mind was feeling that shock, but your dragon mind wasn’t suffering.”
Vaeludar gave a small grunt. “I may have a spilt personality: one being human and the other a Dragon. I wonder what Ralenskrit did in his lifetime. I wonder whether I was hatched from an egg or if the woman, Belverda, had to work very hard in labor.”
The Dragon King snorted when he heard mention of the hybrid’s parents. From the Dragon King’s snort meant Vaeludar’s parents had a bad reputation among the Dragons.
“I never knew Ralenskrit may have had such a bad reputation in the dragon world.”
“That dragon and his human partner aren’t highly regarded in any society,” said the Dragon King. “In fact they were rarely seen by the outside world, no one knows what their ideas were or what they tried to do. There are unnatural rumors floating about them experimenting on some unnatural things.”
“Unnatural? How unnatural are we talking?” asked Vaeludar.
The Dragon King paused, reluctant to answer, “Trust me on this: you don’t want to know how unnatural that strange couple of scientists were and what rumors I’ve heard about. What you would hear would really disturb you”
“If you say so,” said Vaeludar.
“Excuse me then,” said the Dragon King. “I’ll take my leave.” The Dragon King flew away from the hybrid, with his escort of dragon bodyguards following after him.
Vaeludar watched the legion of Dragons flying off into the southern horizon. Seeing the Dragons flying in the distant horizon made Vaeludar wonder how far he could fly, straight toward the sun. He wondered how far he could fly up high.
It was close to noon and the bright sun lit the lands of Shimabellia. However, he ended up choosing to fly to the sun a different time. It was noon and it was lunchtime for him even though he wasn’t feeling hungry at all.
Yet he never felt hungry in his life. For some strange reason, Vaeludar couldn’t properly eat a full meal. His stomach just couldn’t digest it. One time when he was eight years old, he ate a full human course lunch, only for him to throw it all up.
Vaeludar had a theory he couldn’t disgust large amounts of food, so he kept to eating small foods. This had to be a
