“Of great importance. I know, Charity, I don’t need to be told of these things. I am not a child with a curious mind and a weak realization. I don’t need to be reminded of what is going on.”
“Then start acting like a man,” said Charity.
“I’m half man, remember. I am acting like a half man. That is not a joke. I’m half… well, you know. Actually, I should be acting as a Dragon and a man.”
“Then start acting like both. We are wasting time with this nonsense.” Charity walked over to a dead tree and pulled it out with one pull of her hand. She heaved it into the air, causing it to fly.
Vaeludar saw it coming his way and rolled out of the way. Unfortunately, his tail got stuck by the tree’s impact. He managed to get out of the way but his tail did not. The grip of his tail made him stumble to the ground. He began tapping his finger while seeing what it was like to talk an unusual way to a White Knight.
“And I thought the White Knights had some sense of humor,” said Vaeludar.
“White Knights don’t have senses of humor, hybrid. I haven’t had one when the Ice Dragon invaded my kingdom. For me, humor is for kids.”
Vaeludar got up to his dragon feet and snapped his tail from the fallen tree, blades blunted out and the tree snapped apart into thirds. Waving his tail like a snake, Vaeludar turned to the White Knight and walked to her.
“Let me guess: the cave is under the tree you threw at me.”
“Yes, but it’s more in the way. I could use your help in moving the other plants and the dirt.”
“Ok, I will start clearing a path.”
Vaeludar rose up and waved strong winds with his wings where Charity was standing.
Sands and dust rose. The plants split from their roots just like a hurricane would do, rip plants from the roots. A small tornado swirled beneath Vaeludar’s flying wings.
Vaeludar guided the winds with his hands and moved everything with his mind. Guiding the winds and the plants and the dust, Vaeludar was moving everything if he was controlling nature under his will. With his wind powers, he even moved the hill Charity was on from its own roots.
The ground was shaking like a weak earthquake as the hill moved. Pillars of stoned faces rose from the ground like a phoenix rising from its ashes. The plants sank into the land if it was quicksand. Charity stood still as she watched everything transform into a different landscape.
Vaeludar stopped with the wind and everything stopped. He looked at the White Knight of Charity standing by the hill he moved yards away. He soared to the ground and walked between the stoned-faced pillars that rose. It seemed like a pathway.
“You did it,” exclaimed Charity, walking towards the other side of the hill that rose ten feet higher than it was before Vaeludar pushed it away.
Vaeludar followed her around the hill. When he was walking around the hill, there was a bright light of a fire-color orange appearing from the opposite side of the hill. From his view, a narrow hole seven feet long and five feet wide blinded his eyes from the light. His eyes had adjusted to the hole’s light.
There was the cave before him.
“This is where you will find the hand armor artifact. You will have to enter it without me; there was some type of barrier that is keeping me from entering. I don’t know where the exact location is, but it is for sure down there. And don’t even ask me how I know such things. When the powers of the White Knight had been incarnated into me, knowledge came with such magic power. I’m afraid you’re on your own at this point.”
“He is not going alone,” said a familiar female voice.
Vaeludar and Charity looked at the hill’s top. Vaeludar had never known Flavius, Wonomi, Galvin, and Marina would be standing right above them.
“Can’t let you go on your own, brother,” said Flavius, cheerfully.
They all walked down to Vaeludar and the mysterious girl they never met. They all crowed around Vaeludar and his appearance had changed while he was gone. At times, he keeps forgetting he was in his attack form.
“Who are you?” asked Marina, in a weird tone.
“I am the White Knight of Charity,” she answered, in an adult tone.
“What?” they all exclaimed, having the same reaction Vaeludar did.
“I know what it’s like,” said Vaeludar. “A White Knight in the flesh but no time to explain. We’re here at the cave and we’re going to find that armor artifact. I’ll tell you on the way down. But where is everyone else?”
“The rest are back at the village getting some sleep,” said Flavius. “We were pulled towards this direction by a mighty wind. We didn’t know why or how. We just know followed it here, and we found you two.”
“Even to a young princess,” said Galvin.
“She is not a princess, she is a White Knight,” corrected Vaeludar. “Her kingdom was destroyed and she has been alone with that one Dragon we thought to be a serpent. There were no people there for her to rule. Now, before we are distracted by anything else, everyone go into the cave. That is an order.”
Vaeludar was the first to wave in front of the bright cave.
“I’m going in. I’m not going to wait for the witches to find us. Come along or stay with the White Knight. I’m going in with or without you guys. I’m not going to wait any longer.” Vaeludar walked into the entrance.
Down below, he saw a steep staircase going down. The light, which shined
