Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 56
However, the three pictures in the central point of the tavern’s ceiling were shown to be having a great peaceful and shown no signs of hostility; it had to be the Three Gods the islanders worship: Adelpha, Origenes, and the Crystal Dragon.
The Three Gods have been believed to have created everything and all living things some hundreds of thousands of years ago, and they had been shown to be creating everything. Chaos soon came after their creations have been created. The paintings Valverno’s eyes were looking at he could tell these evil sprung from what’s supposed to be beautiful creations turned up the complete opposite.
Valverno was standing in the center of the mile long cavern. He brain was absorbing the images in the blink of an eye and then he could see them moving in his mind. Monsters and magic rebelling against the gods: the created fighting the creators over godlike power. He could see the long distance past of the gods’ first creations, however he couldn’t find see his personal past.
“It’s the Titans you’re seeing,” said Sora.
Valverno let his sister come close to a shoulder length from him, even he plainly said to her and Marina to keep a distance away. “I remember the Titans rebelling against the gods, their own creators.”
“Yes, my brother. Long ago, the Titans were the first living beings ever being and sometimes I easily mistaken it was the Titans that created the gods. How wrong I was.”
“Yeah, I was the one who kept reminding you it was the gods that created everything,” said Valverno, distancing himself away from Sora. “How even the mighty can fall: the Titans that is. I remember our loveable mother telling us those stories. The Titans were the first creations, and all of a sudden they rebelled against the gods. They wanted to have the vast knowledge and power the gods have. Basically, the Titans wanted to be gods themselves and went to war against the immortals.
“However, the gods had superior power than the Titans and easily casted them away. The gods drove the Titans away and casted them underground. In doing so, the gods created the land of Pangaea and the seas to conceal their first children in an underground prison to be held for all time to come.
“After the Titans were imprisoned beneath the lands and seas of Pangaea, other living beings came into place: the Second Generation of the Living Life. Elves, Sorcerers, Wizards, Witches. Nonhuman beings that almost looked human but with rock-watery skin, scales like Dragons had once inherited these lands. For about a hundred thousand years, that Generation became a prosperity age and peace was everywhere.”
Sora walked over to the arch they entered through. “Unfortunately, we were born during the final years of that great age. Then everything fell out of place and we both had witness the beginning of the new age, along with the other three survivors.”
Valverno looked passed Sora’s head and saw paintings that didn’t look like animals but more human looking. Three in particular Valverno looked like a happy family of three: a tall figure and two small kids, with one with wings and a small dragon tail.
Valverno walked passed his sister to have a closer look. “That is me again, and is that would be our mother?” Valverno looked closely at the paintings showing two small children and one tall woman holding a red staff. He strolled down several more pictures showing the same paintings in the same positions; the only differences were the children growing up and drawn closer with each picture showing the kids becoming one.
From left to right, the two children showed them as toddlers at a foot apart; showing there was some distrust between the siblings. Then as Valverno walked past several more, he saw the two children growing higher in size and becoming closer, from the foot apart to close as smaller than half an inch; depicting the two kids were treating each other as true siblings and eventually becoming closer in each passing year.
Then the pictures of the mother and her growing children changed to a large city with domed towers. To the right of the city of domed towers was the same city but in great flames. Below was a map of a big land painted three times the size of the two islands of Shimabellia and Isla Maeli combined.
Moving more to the right was the large land splitting into two different halves. The two smaller land masses took the form of the islands of Shimabellia and Isla Maeli.
“The ancient contention of Pangaea is transforming into the islands of Shimabellia and Isla Maeli,” said Valverno. “And we’re, unknowingly, are walking into the last remnants of the long-lost, forgotten continent of Pangaea. I barely remember surviving the Formation of the Third Generation of the Living Life.”
“We were kids back then, Valverno,” said Sora, “And mother gave her life to save us when we were teenagers. Now we’re adults, thanks to mother.” Sora started to swell back tears and she tried to hide them from her brother, for she was seeing him as a strong, prideful warrior and not a weak, wimp, little girl.
Valverno’s left eye took notice of his sister trying to conceal her eyes from him. Then he remembered one time; when he was a kid with wings smaller than a baby’s arm and a tail small as a baby snake, he saw Sora crying very loudly.
The memory crossing in Valverno’s mind was about Sora taking a long stumble over a large tree root and rolling down a large hill. Valverno could see his child form quickly rushing to her aid and stopped her rolling down the hill, which did result them hitting a large tree and Valverno was the one taking the impact and blocking his little sister from being pounded by the tree. Sora would cry loudly for a terrifying experience, but the