Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 61

So, Sora had to respect Valverno’s new life in a new Generation and learn to accept Marina into his family. “It will be some time for me to get to know and accept this new member of your family. But I will accept you.”

Marina and Sora gave each other a hostile glare.

Valverno nodded his head. “So, since we’ll all together underground of this forgotten city, I’d say we’d find that second artifact and reconnect it to my body, and soon we can leave. And hopefully we don’t run into any monsters or demons of the shadowy world.”

Sora looked at Valverno, thinking of an idea. “I may know where to start. Since we can’t fly here underground, we’re going have to walk to their. I remember where our old house is, my brother, we can start there. Follow me!”

Sora sheaved her kukri knives and went out the only door not covered in cobwebs. The hybrid strolled behind Sora. Marina walked immediately after her dearly husband with a questionable personality.

Geraldus and Flarefur shared a look at this newly formed family by created by the Demigod Valverno. “You think Valverno’s new family is going to be a problem?” asked Geraldus.

“All families have problems,” said Flarefur. The Griffin waved his head and shivered his wings. “I just hope his family won’t become violent. Valverno’s wife a Siren, which is own for eating people, and his sister is a fierce fighter and not to mention a White Knight. We both must hope for a miracle if we are going to survive those two female hostiles.”

Then the Griffin followed after Marina.

Geraldus signed of the Griffin’s answer and followed him out.

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Sora led the group out from the building and walked through many passages that looked exactly the same in the capital city. Narrow passage ways and alleys with no towers over the connected buildings had been built the same in the capital city on the surface world. The group walked through the passages of huts and houses built if they were all walkways. The only difference between this buried city and the city on the surface were the domed towers.

The domed towers stretch over a hundred feet high. Other reached high as the rocky ceiling of the underground world, and these mysterious domed towers ranged from either high hundreds or to low thousands.

While on the road, Valverno saw many abandon carts and empty vendor stocks. Everything the hybrid saw was covered in cobwebs.

The only living, breathing beings down here are living, breathing, crawling spiders, he thought. And I wonder how these spiders manage to survive these past ten thousand years without any flies or mosquitoes.Yet alone how the buildings are still standing if this entire city came crumbing down by earthquakes and tremors. I sure wish all of my memories have been restored, so could remember what happened.

Quickly enough, the group had come across an open courtyard with a waterless fountain in the center. The courtyard was empty and silent. Instead of a large crowd with many lovely couples with a romantic large fountain pouring spring water and romance blossoming in the air, it was a dead, dreadful courtyard silent as a graveyard.

In the surrounding buildings, several domed towers had been built to a very low level, sprouting twice taller than trees. Houses with curved rooves were built in the manner of every farm house on the island’s surface. All the buildings looked the same down here as they did on the surface world, excluding the tall towers.

The group was silent as the large, empty courtyard. Sora came walking to the fountain with web invested all over the stone structure. She showed no emotion when she first looked upon the cobwebbed fountain.

“Remembering something from this thing?” asked Geraldus.

Sora glimpsed at the man before turning her eyes away from him. “I have no memories of this fountain. It would be more toward the inner city; we on the far boundaries. Everyplace you see is what you can call a city within a city. The district we’re in is the suburbs, which is the smaller part of the main city. The suburbs are small districts surrounding the main city, which is inward. More directly toward the center of this underground world.

“Valverno and I were raised toward the center of this city. But why am I stopping here? My brother and I would walk through one of these courtyards, but not the one we’re at right now. We would watch wizards and witches conjure their magic and we would stare at them for hours, eager to learn of what magic we can learn and how we could harness them from complete nothingness.

“To you modern-day people, matter can’t be created nor destroyed. The science of today’s evolution never excited in the ancient days when Pangaea was around. Our races were blessed with longevity, peace, and great pride. Certain traits that kept my generation in a perfect balance, with no crimes or any negativity. The Second Generation of the Living Life was the perfect age to be living in.

“And my brother. Oh, how the crowds would hail him everywhere. When the news spread he was born a demigod from my mother, he couldn’t bear the thought of becoming Pangaea’s world famous demigod. He couldn’t stand the large crowds and tolerate the loud howling of noises. He was so agitated when he couldn’t get a moments peace.”

“Isn’t that something,” said Geraldus.

“What?” asked Valverno.

“She knows more about you than yourself do and more than I do.”

“Yeah, because those events happened ten thousand years ago. How could you remember what happened during that time frame? Oh, that’s right. You weren’t born then. Of course, I am suffering memory loss, so the most logical way to learn history is by talking to someone who lived during that time: Sora.”

“So am I becoming a historian now?” asked Sora. “When I was born from Mother, you first you treated me as a little infant.