There was a twenty foot long archway in front of him, amazed it was still in perfect shape. He didn’t need his affection of the archway get the better of him; he continued to walk forward.
His nerves were spinning sharply. His claws clutched to the ground. His arms went stiff. But he was growling fiercely like a terrifying lion. He advanced forward through the archway and stopped at a staircase leading to the left and the right.
And before his eyes, faints of lights appeared from both sides of the dark room, going on for about half a mile. Stained colored windows of Dragons, Unicorns, Centaurs, and Griffins appeared to be glowing. There were windows that were smashed. Sparkling glass fragments appeared on the ground. The dim lights revealed to be a very big room, going on for a quarter of a mile or shorter but a big room, nonetheless.
Ten rows of tables were shown to be. Plates were plated heavily in gold, silver, and bronze, shingling the lights’ reflections. The tables were shown to also be torn and ripped if many monsters charge in a full-scale assault on this castle but leaving so many things and rooms untouched.
Vaeludar knew it had to be a great hall of the abandon castle. There were tables, windows, plates, a hard ground, and stone walls. He walked slowly, looking at all the objects every greedy human left behind. Vaeludar kicked away any precious yet worthless pieces of metal objects.
It seemed the stories were true: greedy humans were more into the gold and silver instead of the tilling the fields of wheat. When Vaeludar went flying over the farmlands, the wheat fields, which were left untouched for years, grew long as a farmhouse.
Vaeludar lowered the sword since there was no sign of that Dragon or the princess yet. He sniffed the air. He was picking up no scent of any living thing.
He was beginning to wonder if he was in the right place. There were no sounds, no signs of life, no spec of a bread crumb, not even a nest of birds. Vaeludar did not take a liking the place at all.
At the far end of the great hall, the throne stood tall and in ruins. Apparently, the throne was curved from solid into the wall. A big crack broke the back side of the throne in half.
Vaeludar walked towards the cracked throne. He looked at it and saw the seat of the throne where a ruler would sit was not damaged. He was tempted to briefly sit on it for a few seconds, be but he decided not to since he had a tail that him hard to sit with a chair with a back end stuck into the stone wall. Vaeludar then looked at a steep step that was directly below the seat that may have served where a king would put his feet.
A sudden cold breeze came from Vaeludar’s sides. Vaeludar wasn’t alarmed, thinking it was wind from the broken stained windows.
“I have been waiting for you, hybrid,” said a girl’s voice.
Now alarmed, Vaeludar flung the sword upwards and held it tight with a hard grip to the hilt. He spun around and saw a teenage, slender girl standing behind him. She had black hair and light brown skin. Her face was freckled. Her eyes were dark blue as the starry night. She was wearing a shining, white, silky, dress. Her face had shown a big frown.
“You,” said Vaeludar, blinking his eyes. Before him, he had lowered the sword as he was seeking the person he was seeking: the princess of the castle.
“So, I have finally found you,” he said.
“On the contrary, I have found you. I have felt your presence when you mashed through my personal chamber.”
WHAT! thought Vaeludar. The hybrid’s mind was exploding. He thought he entered through a royal chamber to get into the castle, but he never knew it was the princess’s royal chamber; he thought he entered through the king’s royal chamber. His chest and arms began to sweat up. Now he felt like he was in a bad spot.
“I apologize for breaking-and-entering, Your Highness,” said Vaeludar, bowing to the princess.
“Don’t call me that and don’t bow to me. How can I be a princess or a queen if there are no people to rule over?”
That was a good statement the princess had mentioned; Vaeludar found a kingdom but found no people on its land. Vaeludar raised his head up.
“Ok, you seem to know me, and may I know your name?” Vaeludar asked gently.
“I am Charity,” she answered.
“Oh, that’s right: I forgot you were a White Knight,” said Vaeludar.
“I am. I have been granted a White Knight when I tried to convince my father and mother to stop the city from gambling, but to no success. Whatever golden money they gave me, I gave to my poorest subjects of this small kingdom. The previous White Knight of Charity’s ghost found me as worthy to be the next one.
“So I began bestowed as a White Knight of Charity. As the White Knight of Charity, I had vowed to wipe greed away from this kingdom; a kingdom that went to ruin by a Dragon in the body of a snake and small arms and small wings. A rare snakelike Dragon invaded and killed my parents. I tried to rally the castle’s knights but they were occupied of fluting of their own greed.
“As a White Knight, I had power but not enough power to fight against the Ice Dragon. If the other White Knights were here, we’d have unlimited power.
