Vaeludar also halted. He saw Alaric lending out his hand. Vaeludar didn’t mind Alaric seeing the sword he was training with. Vaeludar pulled out the sword he had sheathed. He pointed the sword downward, so the pommel of the sword’s hilt was pointing at Alaric.
Vaeludar handed the sword over to Alaric who ended up holding the sword with two hands. At first, the sword almost slipped from Alaric’s hand. Alaric’s face was lit was excitement and saw it was heavy for him to be holding.
“This is heavy,” said Alaric. The weight of the sword was too heavy for him keep holding. Alaric dropped the sword on purpose after holding it for some long seconds. “How could you hold that thing for so long?”
Vaeludar, with great ease, picked up with one hand. Unlike Alaric, the sword wasn’t heavy for Vaeludar to hold in two hands; he could hold the sword in one hand. “It had to be my muscles. Human muscles must be tangled with dragon muscle. That is how I must be able to carry a heavy item with ease.”
But Vaeludar couldn’t tell the difference between heavy weight and light weight of a single item. When he saw Alaric trying to hold the sword, he’d seen it was heavy for Alaric. And when Vaeludar would hold the sword, it was light to carry. Vaeludar had to conclude the only way for him to be holding the sword easily was his muscles.
The weight of the Minotaur was much heavier for him to hold against. Vaeludar knew the large animal was heavier than the blade, and his father was said to be a Dragon.
So it would make since for him to inherit dragon strength and muscle from his dragon father. The thought of him being a hybrid was making him feel stronger than being a hundred percent single specimen such as being a full-bodied dragon or a human being.
“I would have to say being a hybrid is more interesting than I thought it would be,” he said gladly. Vaeludar sheathed the sword back. It hung on the scabbard tied around his chest.
Then a sound of a loud rumbling of horses pounded the earth.
Geraldus was seen riding to Alaric and Vaeludar who were in the grassy fields. His horse trotted from behind the small hills leaning above the village’s buildings. Behind Geraldus were a dozen bodyguards riding alongside their leader.
With Geraldus, there was one horse trotting with a saddle but had no rider on its back. The reins were held by Geraldus, who pulled the horse close enough to him.
“Father,” said Alaric.
“Geraldus,” said Vaeludar.
“Alaric, Arron and Nerio are up to no good, and I need you to keep your eyes on them.” Geraldus guided the unmanned horse over to Alaric. “And be sure not to have them out of your sights.”
Alaric nodded and mounted on the horse. Then Alaric strode the horse away from Geraldus.
After Alaric had departed from Geraldus and Vaeludar, Geraldus dismounted from his horse. He raised a hand toward his men who immediately departed. Geraldus was alone with Vaeludar. “Training the sword you found, I see?”
“How would you know that? You weren’t in the training grounds while I was practicing how to use my first weapon.”
“I am the leader of my village and this region. I know a lot of things going on at once. Otherwise, everything would fall into disarray if the right leader wouldn’t be put in charge of operations going on in the Western Region.”
“You sound like you know what you’re doing with your life,” said Vaeludar.
“You don’t sound like you don’t know what to do with your life. I thought you were going to depart some weeks back.”
“Well, that was what I thought. I thought I was going to depart, but when the two-legged beast invaded, I had slain it, which gave me high praise from this village. Now I’m not sure if I do want to leave. If I do leave, I’m not sure where to go. Maybe the unknown parts of the Northern Region.”
“The Northern Region? That place is strictly forbidden to enter. Anyone who enters in the mountain ranges bordering with the Northern Region never end up coming back. And it is a place the king ordered everyone not to enter and—”
There was a ruffling sound of a running horse coming. A guard wearing shoulder plated armor and a barbute helmet and carrying a long spear rode fast on a horse. “Geraldus!” he shouted.
“What was it you have found, scout?” asked Geraldus. “Is it raiders or other invading thieves?”
“No, a bird had come from the Capital City,” said the scout. He strolled his horse closer to Geraldus. “King Uragiru is on his way to this village.”
Geraldus lit his eyes with great surprise: the most powerful, political person of the island of Shimabellia was coming to his village. “Did the message say when he would be here?”
“The bird was sent two weeks and it took two weeks to fly here,” said the messenger. “The king of Shimabellia is coming in the next few days. He’ll be here in two or three days, Geraldus.”
Geraldus was surprised to hear the king was coming to his village on such short notice. “Was there anything else the massage said?” he asked.
“No, my lord, it only states the king is coming, with two princesses,” said the scout.
“Very well then,” said Geraldus.
The scout nodded and left Geraldus and Vaeludar in the grassy fields.
Geraldus took a few steps away from Vaeludar with great astonishment: the king of Shimabellia was coming. “This is very unexpecting. I’d never known his Majesty was coming to my village in a few days. It seems a lot of certain, unexpected things are happening in this village.”
Vaeludar thought of it of a great wonder. King Uragiru was coming to see Vaeludar himself. The news of his legendary battle with the Minotaur must have reached the king’s ears and needed to see
