Little glass pieces went flying.
Vaeludar used his wings to swing through the window he smashed. Landing inside, the room was filled with lightness.
Inside the room, Vaeludar saw it big Geraldus’s mansion home, but it a ransacked pigsty. There laid a broken bed mattress filled with caroches. A torn chair was sliced in half. Stoned walls were marked in scrapes and claw marks. Curtains were ripped and covered in dust. Wooden tables crushed in half if it was snapped by a fist of a hand.
The entire room was in ruin.
Vaeludar could smell the scent of weak dust in a bedroom. He walked over and blew a soft wind on the dust away from the ripped curtains that were hung over torn furniture. The colors of the curtains appeared to be black.
“Whoever lived here did have poor taste in living quarters,” exclaimed Vaeludar. “And I think I am in the king’s main quarters. I can quite imagine what it would be like if my teammates were here. I could see my reputation: Vaeludar the invading the king’s bedroom. How embarrassing that would be. Me a royal room, which hadn’t been used in a thousand years.” Vaeludar shook his head hard.
“I should be on my way,” he said to himself. Vaeludar walked to a beaten down door. Vaeludar kicked the door pieces out of his way and made his way through a hallway. There were stoned walls and a stairway that spiraled down. Vaeludar ran down the stairs.
About going down two hundred steps, he walked in another hallway. Darkness lay ahead. A deep air cold as ice chilled Vaeludar’s spine. He could sniff the cold air.
From his eyesight, there were several doors shut tight on both walls. Curved, golden candlesticks hung on the walls. Some were in good shape and others were torn from the walls. The walls showed claw marks. The doors had claw marks.
Vaeludar raised the Crystal Sword higher and glowed brighter. The light lit ten feet ahead of him. He puffed up his chest if he was going to battle and walked slowly.
The hallway was stone piled over stone. The shape of the hall was half an oval. Broken, diamond chandeliers hang from the ceiling.
With each step Vaeludar took, a sound breaking glass was echoed in the hall and disappearing into the darkness ahead of him. He gripped the sword with his two hands. Every door he passed, he would push it open.
A window would show a brief brightness of light. Inside each room he saw, there were luxurious beds, fireplaces, paintings, tapestries sowed with pure Unicorns slaying evil Dragons, tables, and chairs. Each room the hybrid looked into never been ransacked or torn by any beast.
Vaeludar continued into the darkness and left any doors closed. He kept saying to himself the only people and beasts there should be the Ice Dragon and the princess: two things that from a fairy tale that doesn’t have a happily ever after.
And the ending had remained a mystery for many thousands of years. Now that was about to end when Vaeludar would act like the Prince Charming character and save the princess from the Dragon.
He kept his ears and eyes out for any prowling eyes from a large dragon. He was ready for an attack, but going against a Dragon that blows out ice instead of fire? A Dragon that can turn anyone in an ice cube?
Vaeludar knew he was about to fight a Dragon he never fought. He thought of the strengths of an Ice Dragon may have but he wasn’t going to know of any weaknesses. Vaeludar may not have the strengths or will to fight the Ice Dragon alone, and he has no one to help him fight it.
He had a feeling he wasn’t ready to face a full grown Dragon. He didn’t have proper training, other than sword training, or the knowledge to fight a Dragon.
Other than facing a Minotaur, turning two Giants and two Cyclopes, scaring Black Dogs, fighting three witches and a piper, and killing a Banshee, Vaeludar wasn’t up with fighting the Dragon, not alone even. But since this happens to be one of the Five-Headed Dragons, Vaeludar was going have to kill it alone.
He pressed onward. The light revealed the end of the wall to a dark doorway. The metal-steal door was wide open.
The hybrid kept his cool and walked through the doorway. After walking through the doorway, there was another room he was entering.
The glowing light in the Crystal Sword glowed brighter and showed the room was a staircase room. It was about a hundred yards wide in the width. There was a railing and other doorways opened and closed. The hybrid knew he was on the top level. Vaeludar peaked over the railing.
Down below, the great frightful darkness covered the bottom staircase as the darkness stretched down like a large hole dug into the ground. No light appeared. There were no windows showing the brightness on the outside.
The glowing light was the source of light Vaeludar could have.
Seeing how he doesn’t want to go slow, Vaeludar leaped over the railing and glided down into the darkness. Diving like a falcon, Vaeludar held out the Crystal Sword in front of him. He was falling fast like a meteor.
After falling for thirty seconds, the glowing light showed him the ground level. Vaeludar spread out his wings and let the air descend on his paper-like wing skin. He landed with a thud echoing in the darkness above him.
The ground felt cold and wet. There was no water or ice but it felt like it
