Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 47
Valverno was excited and terrified at the same time, if he was guessing this tunnel would lead them to the chamber he was found in. He was too eager to see if there was a picture behind an altar of which he was found on. He remembered the book mentioning where he was found and he wanted to see if he was the son of the Crystal Dragon.
Marina caught up with Valverno and walked to him. “Must we do this?” she asked. She was very afraid of going into a dark tunnel.
“If it must mean find parts of the armor just we explored the cave in the Northern Region, yes,” said Valverno.
“As I recall, the cave was a bad experience. You almost died in the cave with all those rocks and boulders piling upon you.”
“It was thanks to this I manage to live,” said Valverno, holding up his right hand. The armor gauntlet, which absorbed into his skin, had spread to give Valverno’s dragon scales over his arms. Then Valverno grabbed the Crystal Sword from his back and showed it to his companions. The blade had changed back to its original blue glow and the redness had faded. “And thanks to this thing, I also survived and slain the Five-Headed Dragon, although I wasn’t powerful without the help of the White Knight of Charity.”
Marina stopped walking, remembering what happened with the White Knight. Having lost such an alley would mean one less powerful ally for Valverno.
Valverno stopped and looked at Marina. “You okay?” he asked, worryingly.
“You said something about the Charity’s power reincarnated into a girl,” said Marina. “What girl?”
“I don’t know,” said Valverno. “The old princess just said something about her power being given to another girl I knew from my past. I don’t know who she could have meant. You. One of the twin girls. I don’t know, and I haven’t seen anyone using the power yet.” Valverno turned forward and proceeded to walk again. “And that is what I’m worried about. The twin girls are too young to wield any magic.”
After waking on the stairway for about fifteen minutes, the stairs came to an archway and a floor was seen through Valverno’s two fires. Valverno was the first to walk through arch and a great darkness grew beyond the arch.
Valverno saw a great room that grew twenty feet into the air, and he saw the darkness of the room spreading everywhere with no complete view of what was inside in plain view, if the darkness wants to hide whatever secrets could be hidden there. Then he waved his hands in the air and he sent out several sparks of fire in the dark and make light to kill the darkness.
The few sparks Valverno had sent out grew a foot long and lit the dark room with a great, fiery light. The light was very dim to begin with, but it grew brighter by a slight. The dark room gradually grew lighter by Valverno’s sparks of fire.
From the small dims of light, there was a roundabout of stone statues of hooded figures circling a small stone table. It stood high with a small, narrow bottom attaching the top to the ground.
Valverno slowly walked to the table. He looked to the roof and just saw it plain as it was; rocks, dust, and earthly minerals stuck up there. Valverno crept to the stone table and placed his hands on the table and swiped his hands across the tabletop and sniffed it. He smelled his own scent on the table and signed; he has found the altar.
He found the “dark, underground chamber” where he was trapped in a bottle as an embryo for thousands of years, according to the book Ralenskrit and Belverda had written their notes in.
“This is where I have been for thousands of years,” said Valverno. “I can smell my own scent right here, and I can tell I am that thing.” Valverno turned away from the altar and looked at a twenty foot painted figure on the wall.
A human body imprinted with blue wings and blue dragon wings. He gazed at a great amazement. The picture on the wall past the altar was truly magnificent and it truly looked like him: a human body with dragon wings and the legs. The legs had different coloring; the figure’s legs were depicted as blue while Valverno’s legs were a mixture of red scales. Other than having different coloring than what the picture displayed, Valverno was in no doubt, in his mind, the person painted on the wall.
“Nearly looks like you,” said Geraldus.
Marina, Flarefur, and Geraldus gazed upon the painting of the human dragon hybrid. They too saw in amazement it was a nearly splitting image of Valverno, even the face, which shown half a face looking gazing in a single direction, was the same as Valverno’s face.
Valverno then pointed to the left of the image was a white-blue dragon image about half the size of the human dragon hybrid picture. And Valverno pointed for the right where a human picture was painted that was also half the size than the ancient picture looking like Valverno. “The dragon picture must be the Crystal Dragon, and the other must be the mother,” said Valverno.
“Well, there is no denying it now,” said Flarefur, walking closer to the picture. “What Ralenskrit and Belverda had recorded in that book is true enough: Valverno is the son of the Crystal Dragon.” The Griffin strolled up to the hybrid. “I can’t deny, and the facts are given here on the wall. You are indeed the Chosen One, the living creature chosen by the gods to dim the darkness and bring a new era to living beings everywhere.”
Marina raised her eyes of Flarefur’s statement. She had married