Vaeludar guessed his bodily diet had to be restricted to a limited diet from both species, yet he didn’t know what his parents’ diets were. Since he only heard stories and superstition about them, he didn’t know their personal lives or their eating habits.
Vaeludar had a chance to speak to the Dragon King, to get a better insight of his parents’ personal lives. Vaeludar would have had his chance to know his father better, and Vaeludar had been told that a king would know his subjects very well.
For his mother Belverda, Vaeludar had been told she was a childhood friend of Geraldus. Both played, and grew up together. Geraldus told Vaeludar that Belverda was with Geraldus in their childhood years, until she started seeing less of him in their teenage years.
Belverda came to the attention of the dragon Ralenskrit and trailed behind the Dragon for some long decades. She spent more time with the Dragon than she did with Geraldus in their lifespan. Belverda went into science experimentation, though Geraldus did not know what experiments Belverda and Ralenskrit were conducting and they hid themselves well from the gazes of flying creatures and humans. They were last seen when they came to Geraldus’s house, with Belverda carrying a baby hybrid in her arms.
Under a starless, moonless night, Geraldus mentioned Belverda leaving the baby hybrid in his care and then disappearing into the night, with the dragon beside her. The two scientists have not been seen since then.
When he touched down at Geraldus front door, Vaeludar rushed inside and went into the kitchen. Surprisingly, he saw Flavius sitting on the far end of the table.
“Ah, the Minotaur slayer!” said Flavius. “Hungry? Here.” Flavius tossed a large, red-raw chicken leg to Vaeludar.
Vaeludar caught the flying leg in one hand. He looked at the raw chicken leg, seeing how it was not cooked. Vaeludar looked closely at Flavius’s plate of food, the meats on his plate were well cooked and roasted, but the chicken leg Flavius tossed to Vaeludar was not cooked.
“A raw chicken leg?” said Vaeludar. “Not even cooked?”
“The fireplaces are all taken, so there are no open places to cook raw meat,” said Flavius.
“Ever heard of food being boiled in oil? You could have marinated the chicken in a small cauldron boiling over a small fire pit. There are a dozen fire pits built outside and you couldn’t even do that.”
“You’re half dragon after all. Can’t you use your dragon fire to roast the chicken leg? Dragon fire does make good roasts.”
Vaeludar stood silent. He always forgets dragon fire had always been useful for cooking raw meats and not just laying castles to waste. “I’m half dragon. I do like my meat nicely, lightly roasted over dragon fire, which gives the meat some descent flavor compared to manmade fire. I really have to remember to use my dragon fire for raw meats.”
Then Vaeludar raised the chicken leg to his mouth and softly exhaled a small flame. The chicken was consumed by a fire lightly burning the red color away and black coloring taking over.
After lighting the chicken on fire, Vaeludar blew out the fire with a solid breath and ate the meat until there were only bones left. After having some nicely, roasted meat, Vaeludar blew a larger flame, engulfing the bone and shattering it to dusty ashes that melt in his hands.
“Good meat and disposable garbage,” said Vaeludar, before he turned to exit the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” asked Flavius, with a mouthful of food.
“I’m going to dispose of what I have and take some private time at the beach. Time for me to take break from the fame and spend some private time somewhere I won’t have to be bothered by kids riding my tail.” The hybrid walked out of the kitchen and out of the house. Once he got outside, he was in the clear to dump the ashes on the ground and fly to the sky.
Vaeludar flapped his wings and headed to the western shorelines, hopefully to have some time to himself and think of where to go from there.
He has yet to start his personal journey.
ON THE SHORELINES
V
aeludar flew to the shorelines some dozens of miles away from his adopted father’s village. For a human it would take an entire morning to walk from the village to the ocean shorelines. Lucky for him, Vaeludar could make it in several minutes and not sweat from his human-dragon-scale-mixed skin.
Vaeludar stopped in midair while he was looking at an endless horizon of the blue ocean. He could see the blue waters stretching out as far as his eyes could see. Vaeludar was hundreds of feet in the air and even from the height he was floating from he couldn’t see or find any other landmarks. He knew the island of Isla Maeli was about a hundred miles away, but he couldn’t even see its nearest shorelines.
After gazing at the horizon of the vast ocean, Vaeludar landed on the shore and let his feet sink a few inches into the wet sand.
This was a romantic sight for the hybrid, seeing how the flowing of the ocean’s waves caressed against the sand, under a bright sun reflecting on the ocean’s surface. This was another place for Vaeludar to put his mind at ease, whenever he felt unneeded by the people, he would came here and look at the distant horizon of blue ocean.
He always felt some kind of love of the ocean’s shorelines and the presence of a water goddess waving beneath his feet or the presence of the Three Gods, letting him know the gods were beside him if no one else was. He would quickly close his eyes and feel the water smoothing against his feet and let them sink beneath the sand.
“It’s a surprise seeing you here,” Geraldus’s voice call out.
Vaeludar grimly opened his
