Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 85
Valverno looked at the witch breathing and coughing hard. Exhaling and inhaling, Belverda slowly began to stand on her legs. She leaned was against a wall to help her stand up.
The amount of time of being choked to death would have killed a human. Valverno was surprised the witch managed to stay alive after his attempt to kill her, knowing his choking grip could have killed an ordinary human.
“Before I carry out a death sentence that you rightfully deserve, Belverda, I want to hear your side of the story. You’re reason for experimenting on me better be damn good.”
After taking the time to breathe the air she couldn’t breathe, Belverda stood back up. “Your grip is stronger than I thought it would be.”
Then King Uragiru strolled over to Valverno. The king had a very extremely, bizarre disappointed look on his face. His eyes gave a big glare at the hybrid, who didn’t seem to mind the king giving Valverno a good or bad look.
“Do you realize what you have done? Do you realize what your attitude has gotten you into as of right now, in this very hall of my very own house?”
“Yes, I do realize the trouble I have caused and what would have happen if a citizen had rudely talked back to you, but I really don’t care. I am a demigod, and I will not answer to you or anyone who is a king of an island. I’ll take my chances with the gods for my actions, not to you.”
“Geraldus, I thought you have raised this hybrid to be a better person than a reckless teenager than a bad attitude. He is just simple the worst hybrid person ever to have stepped into my kingdom, into my home.”
“I am a demigod to remind you. I was born somewhat close to twelve thousand years ago, during the end of the Second Generation. My half-sister and I, along with three other survivors had survived the destruction of Pangaea and lived to tell the tale about it. And in doing so, we taught the early primitives living on the two islands of how to live.
“So if it wasn’t for me and my fellow White Knights from the Second Generation, you humans would still be living in caves. No creature or human could have evolved without the White Knights and I. All humans owe me and my White Knights great gratitude.
“Geraldus may have raised me, but I am not his blood-related son nor am I living under his roof now. I know how to look after myself and live on my own, as I had did almost ten thousand years ago. Ten thousand years ago, I lived life to the fullest for almost two thousand years before the Shadow Men ripped my bodily parts from my demigod body.”
“Not only you have overconfident in your position as a demigod but very arrogant,” said the king. “The tales have been told that you have had a better personality than a reckless personality of an arrogant teenager.”
“Well, I’m showing off a darker side of myself not told in the tales everyone has heard of, and I know for sure this is the first time I have ever shown to have a darker side,” said Valverno. He quickly turned to face the witch, wondering why for a fact she is in the throne room standing in the capital city.
“And for you, I want to know everything there is to know from you. So before I make a final decision of killing you, why did you experiment on dead animals and bring them to life? Why did you use dead animals in the first place? Why use my DNA to bring them back to life?”
Belverda stood silently by the king’s throne, hearing so many “whys” being thrown at her. She was still rubbing her neck where Valverno squeezed with such strength that could have easily killed a human.
“You are full of questions, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Why shouldn’t I be? You have done a great taboo not just to me but to the gods as well. I am considered to be a son of a god, and by experimenting on me you have abused your talent against me and against the gods. Experimenting on dead flesh. Couldn’t think any other material to use other than skin-and-bone.”
Belverda shook her head. “Blood and skin are perfect materials when it comes to trying to use for experimentation,” she said. “Metals and rocks are cheap from of labor and could break easily. Bodies tolerate magic better than metal swords and heavy wooden clubs.”
Valverno rebuffed at Belverda’s answer to the questions he had ever since he was in her laboratory. He heard a pathetic answer as to why she was using dead things instead of using rock materials similar to how a blacksmith would. He needed to know more answers, because he thought of her one answer as excuses than a statement he was looking for.
“Maybe I am asking the wrong question: why did you leave me behind on Geraldus’s doorstep than raising me as a son?” asked Valverno.
“Why do you want to know so many things?” asked Belverda.
“To see whose side you are on? Are you an ally of the Crystal Dragon: trying to kill the darkness? Or are you an ally of the Shadow King: trying to kill the light? Or are you just on the grey area: the neutral side?”
“I’m not on anyone’s side; it is only natural for a scientist to have a strong sense of curiosity,” said Belverda, stroking her hair from her face to behind her shoulders.
Valverno shook his head in frustration. He still didn’t feel he was getting the answers he wanted to hear. He walked to the large table’s nearest corner. “And why did you leave me behind instead of raising me as your