Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 29
Vaeludar signed that the Griffin wasn’t going to be able to come with the hybrid. But as a half dragon, Vaeludar needed to respect the Griffin’s choice. He doesn’t want to wait for Marina and Geraldus to catch up with him, since they didn’t have wings as he did. And if it were be, the hybrid would decide to travel himself. He remembers the dangers he faced during his time in the cave with the two Dragons and the witches and the Piper during his travels to the Northern Region.
If he couldn’t get the Griffin to come with him, Vaeludar would travel alone as he spent his entire life. At least, he would be able to travel faster alone. Traveling with a large group would increase the chances of broken bones, sicknesses, broken wagons, headaches, bloody noses, black eyes, and other natural causes that could harm the human body and the entire would have to stop and wait until the sickly or injured person had fully healed, and this thoughts would irritate Vaeludar since he is a person (or hybrid) of speed.
Vaeludar nodded his head and flew to the sky. Flying higher than the castle’s tallest towers, Vaeludar came high as the clouds. He saw the sun was nearly setting; a red sundown and the day was turning into night. “No way would I be delayed,” said Vaeludar, “If I have to search either by the night or by day, I will find that armor artifact within the next day or the next or the next or the next. I need to find that armor!”
Vaeludar faced the southwestern direction and took off in that direction, and he flew at a great speed that a Dragon or Griffin couldn’t fly fast as.
THE SEARCH CONTINUES
The place Vaeludar tried to remember where he first stood in the vast Greenwood Forest. The forest was vast and wide, with many hundreds of thousands of trees covering the ground with wide, leafy, green leaves. Vaeludar was remembering where he last was: the village that had the Gorgon turning everyone to stone. The village would have been spotted in one spot where a giant gag would he would have seen from the treetops.
Vaeludar browsed around the treetops for several long minutes until he has found the one hole hiding among the large and wide forest. Even going by his memory sense, he could not find the open gag upon the treetops. He should be remembering the large area in the same area he left when he was brought the news of the change date of his good wedding day that turned into a chaotic wedding day. It has taking a longer time to search for the place he was looking for than he wanted to take. By the longer search was thinning his patience further away from his hybrid, conflicted mind.
Vaeludar was becoming frustrated by his long search that the daylight was nearly gone and a few stars were already glittering brightly. Three moons shimmered purple, orange, and green. These nightly things were given a little light for the hybrid’s eyes.
Although Vaeludar’s eyes could match those of a lion, he eyes were flawed as a human; he wasn’t able to see that well under the night sky. If and when he would find the gag among the treetops, he would down and sleep until it was dawn and then he would continue on his search for the second armor artifact in the following morning.
As the night crept over the last bleaks of a pink cloud dazzling sunset, Vaeludar saw a light coming over a small section of the forest. He found the gag he was looking for he spent the entire evening looking for. He quickly ducked into that area and kept his distance from the village he was saved from the Gorgon.
The village people seemed to be calm and quiet. Dozens of people walked around a lot and the village seemed at ease, considering there was a Gorgon nearby.
Vaeludar kept his distance from the people had decided to sleep elsewhere away from this village. He didn’t know what their reaction when they see him, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to get to know those people and didn’t want to be involved with their cultural views of their personal lives. Vaeludar remembered the fire Flavius and his garrison had set up several days ago and bear the Nymphs and Pixies he found annoying.
He flew through near the tree’s roots and found the spot the fire was lit; only wooden ashes remained and no one looked like they brushed the ashes away. This would be the spot he would sleep until the morning arrived. He leaned against the nearest tree and wrapped his wings around his body like a bat would but Vaeludar would sleep on his feet and had fell into a deep slumber.
W
Vaeludar woke up with a water droplet weakly dripped on his ear. His reaction was a flicker like a cat’s sneezing noise. He opened his eyes wide open if he had awoken from a terrible nightmare. He widened his wings and stretched them far and wide as they could reach. He scratched his dragon-scaled, human-skinned chest with his claws very hard; thankfully he can’t feel the pain from the claws that could cut through the trees’ bark.
Light rays sparked from the branches of the treetops of the Greenwood Forest. A soft wind blew across the tree’s lower bark. Birds chirped on nests built on the trees high above the ground Vaeludar was standing on. Vaeludar seemed to be standing in a forest of peacefulness, not a forest of dangerous creatures.
Since his time here, he found Nymphs and Pixies. The only thing he had found dangerous was the lone Gorgon tormenting a lonely village with only a few hundred people. Other than the snake woman terrorizing with a stony power, Vaeludar wasn’t finding the forest so dangerous at all.
After