Time after time, the demigod acted as the hero the Crystal Dragon thought the child would become. The demigod took his four companions, the White Knights, into many battles.
The four White Knights stood as the demigod’s companions as well as four virtues: Trust, Charity, Loyalty, and Strength. Through these four virtues, the White Knights protected the inhabitants of the two islands and destroyed any evil threats that may cling in the way.
Soon enough, many evil threats rose and many claimed to be a follower of Lusìvar, but they were nothing more than weak users gossiping in dark magic. They did fight against the White Knights and some turned out to be strong and others weak. There were only a few encounters where the evil beings were stronger than the White Knights, but when it came to the demigod Valverno, they always regretted standing up to the White Knights.
For many years, the White Knights and their leader, Valverno, fought in many battles, defeated many creatures claiming to be Lusìvar’s descendants, and taught the living species of the Third Generation: Centaurs, Dragons, Faeries, Griffins, Merpeople, Pegasi, Sea Serpents, and Unicorns to grow wiser.
Valverno entrusted the White Knights to make the creatures of myth grow while he taught humanity to grow. When he first laid eyes on the humans, he saw them in the hundreds. He led them out of caves and into the light of day.
After many years of teaching the humans and showing them how to prop and build, the humans grew from the low hundreds to tens of thousands on both islands.
Valverno traveled back and forth between the two islands so that the humans on both islands could grow and thrive like the people did in the Second Generation of Living and he was proud of the humans growing rapidly. The islands were then named by Valverno after lands he personally grew up in from Pangaea before its destruction: Shimabellia and Isla Maeli.
After a thousand years, Valverno and the White Knights led the humans and the creatures of myth to many glad, thriving societies. Many grew different cultures, some of which were peaceful while others turned out to be violent.
The humans had grown too complicated for the White Knights and Valverno to handle. They grew more repulsive and higher in numbers than the creatures and the animals combined.
However, the White Knights and Valverno had kept the young, primitive humans in check and made sure they did not go extinct.
In the thousand years they had taught and protected the species to live and grow, the White Knights seemed to have been ceasing their teachings and fighting, for they had defeated the last known group of Lusìvar’s followers. A hundred years after they had fought and killed the last evil man claiming to be a follower of Lusìvar, the White Knights and Valverno thought the Shadow King was no longer a threat and the species of the Third Generation could live in peace, finally.
So after the supposed evildoers have died, the White Knights and Valverno went away. In other words, they disappeared.
Or so the story had been told…
Four kids were sitting in a large living room with a candle-lit chandler hanging from the ceiling. There were two sets of twins: twin girls and twin boys. The twin girls were about eight years old while the boys were ten years old. They were sitting in front of a middle-aged Geraldus Cornelius, sitting on a soft, wooden chair covered in fur of a bear. There was a fire lit in a large fireplace, bringing warmth to the man and the four children.
“And so that was how we came into being, my children,” said the man. “If it wasn’t for the demigod Valverno and the Three Gods, we wouldn’t have evolved from the caves.” He finished his story, only to look at mixed faces from his two sons and daughters.
“Oh, come on! What kind of story was that, daddy?” asked one of the twin boys.
“I thought it was boring,” said the other twin boy.
“I think it was sweet,” said the twin girls.
The man leaned forward from his original sitting position so that his eyes were closer to his kids. “That was about the creation of the old worlds and how we came into being, in a fast amount of time. Did you forget about the demigod? Valverno? It was believed he will return when the day of Lusìvar return comes.” Then the man stood up and walked toward the dying fire.
“Could it be that Vaeludar is the son?” asked the twin girls.
“I thought that myself, but he is not. Vaeludar is the son of a mortal human and a mortal Dragon,” said the man. “I thought of that too but he was born seventeen years ago, while the myth of Valverno was born thousands of years ago, long before any of us were born. And don’t bring your foster brother into this talk or this story. I’m telling you this because it’s bedtime, kids. Now, it is off to bed.”
“How about one more story, please?” asked the girls.
“No, girls,” said Geraldus. “I’ve already told you a story within a story. Off to bed, kids.”
The girls begrudgingly got up and ran to Geraldus, begging for at least one more story. Geraldus looked at their innocent eyes before watching the twin boys stare at them and listen to their sisters’ innocent annoyance.
“You should listen to your father, boys and girls,” said a mysterious voice echoing from the shadows of a staircase.
The voice alarmed the kids, who ran toward their father. Geraldus laughed softly as his four kids ran behind him. He felt his children shaking on his legs while he seemed to have been expecting the voice to speak form the dark. He turned his eyes to the staircase.
Geraldus could see a small glimpse
