Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 40
“What is science coming to these days?” asked Flarefur. “The two scientists we thought were only trying to create weapons to counter against evil were playing gods. Bringing the dead back to life by the means of Vaeludar’s DNA. Using dead body parts sewed to make different animals are just barbaric. The creatures thought they would know them as just odd scientists, but they are just odd evil scientists.”
“And is that supposed to make me feel better?” asked Vaeludar, speaking in a sketchy, dark tone. His voice had deepened and his vocals had sounded like a bear’s roar with a human’s talking voice. “Those two were never part of my life. They were never my parents to begin with, and they named me after the name of a science project: a project that failed.” Vaeludar held the book in his two hands and he was ready to burn the entire thing of experiments that were deemed failures.
But he seemed conflicted. Vaeludar wanted to burn it and destroy the knowledge of what ever happened in the book, or leave it untouched so that he could study it himself and see what magically abilities he has from the bloods of other creatures running in his veins. Who knows what else could be written in the book instead of just experiments and science stuff? He stood his head and released the book from his arms and let it fall to the dusty ground.
He still had to find the second armor artifact, which wasn’t in the Secret Laboratory, just like the first armor wasn’t at the Lost Castle but found under the ground in a cave. The cave he almost died, if it weren’t placing the one gauntlet on his arm. And Vaeludar knew this had meant the armor artifact he was looking for was going to be underground, and he had remembered the “underground, dark chamber” mentioned in the book.
Vaeludar walked pass the book and looked at the three hills. His eyes studied the nearby surroundings and looked for many places for a lone mountain, which the book said had a ruined, ancient fortress built on the top. The second armor artifact had to be hidden in the chamber Vaeludar had been sealed in, and that is where he would have to go; it was the only clue they had in finding the armor.
Marina placed a hand on his shoulder and placed her head close to his neck. “Whatever you’re thinking; let it go,” she whispered. “Don’t give into the darkness, Vaeludar.”
“Don’t call me that anymore,” grunted Vaeludar, loudly. “Don’t call me Vaeludar. I won’t be named after some failed project. As of now, call me by the name that is my real name. The name given to me by my real mother long ago over ten thousand years ago: Valverno.
“Vaeludar will not have any more meaning for me as it did for Ralenskrit and Belverda, and they abandoned me after they decided to recreate me into something different.” Vaeludar was changing his name from the name of a science project into a naming himself with his own name of his own choice: Valverno.
Valverno, who now liked his new name than being named after a failed science project, turned to see Geraldus and Flarefur staring at him. “In case you guys did not hear, I’m now going by the name Valverno, the ancient name of the ancient believed to be the Chosen One, the son of the Crystal Dragon god, the King of the Gods. The name you told me in those stories I grew up as a child, Geraldus. Valverno has risen and will now continue his search for the lost artifacts.” Valverno turned and swirled his eyes in different directions.
“You’re donning the name that supposed to be the real name of a fairy tale hero?” asked Flarefur.
Valverno turned his eyes toward the group with a small glare. “As long as I am living and breathing,” he said, without a single smile, “I will never be named after a failed science experiment, and the two scientists were never my parents to begin with. I have a duty, and I’m going to finish what the Crystal Dragon started long ago: annihilate Lusìvar.”
Geraldus shook his head at Valverno’s change of personality. This hybrid wasn’t the same hybrid he raised for seventeen years, yet alone didn’t have the same nobility like the one mentioned in the stories Geraldus told the hybrid when he was kid.
“Do you mean the Valverno from the ancient legends every child hears? The one that is thought to be the hero chosen by the gods?” asked Marina.
Geraldus strolled up to Marina. “Yes he is, Marina. He is choosing the name of a demigod.”
Marina gasped softly. She definitely heard the stories of the demigod, but none came close of such villainy the renamed hybrid was showing.
Valverno looked at the soundings but couldn’t find any lone mountains in place, only the forest covering the nearby hills had been seen in place. “I’ll might as well go and scout around this dreadful place and find this ruined fortress. This ruined fortress better have the second armor artifact.” Valverno flapped his wings and took off to scout the surrounding.
Marina looked saddened by this story Geraldus told her. An ancient hero who seemed to be loved by everyone and a teacher who made sure no one was left behind and stayed with the entire group. “If the hybrid was like this hero, then that would mean… my husband is the son of a god? The Chosen Half-bred Hybrid? Can it be that this is all true? Is it true I married the Prophesized Hero?”
“So it would seem, Marina, but we can’t say for certain if