Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 86

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m a scientist. I’m not cut out to be a mother. In fact, I spent I life into studying the aspects of life and how small things can grow into big things. I didn’t see how raising a hybrid demigod boy would satisfy a scientist’s curiosity.”

“Then you know nothing the aspects of family bonding. Now I’m starting to wish I never met you now and never laying my eyes upon you, Belverda. In fact, I never should have crossed my path into your path filled with questions. I have wasted enough of my time with you. I no longer have any reason to seek of what I need from you.”

Valverno strolled past everyone while walking to the door. He didn’t look or glare at anyone or didn’t look back. His eyes were toward the door.

“Wait! Where are you going?” asked Marina.

“To find the last armor artifact,” answered Valverno, without stopping. “I, along with some people, have come this far. I might as well finish what I have started.”

As Valverno walked to the exit, he stopped suddenly. “Although, there is the matter of other things.” Valverno turned back to the king and Belverda. “Not just the threat of the Titans but also other minions Lusìvar might use against the islands.”

Valverno strolled on back and stood at the table’s end while Belverda and King Uragiru were at the far end of the table. “I’m dropping this entire experimentation subject, and it’s about time we start to talk about the future of Shimabellia and Isle Maeli. If the Titans come and Lusìvar strikes with an army of multi-creatures of Banshees, Basilisks, Black Dogs, Chimeras, Cyclopes, Harpies, Manticores, and Minotaurs, we all need to be ready.”

The king softly stroked his chin and showed a sign of disrespect of Valverno. “Of the attitude you have shown me, demigod, why should I help you against this ancient struggle the gods gave you to take care of?” asked the king.

“Because has the king of Shimabellia, it is your own responsibility to protect the island’s inhabitants from danger. The inhabitants who don’t have the ability to fight against a Minotaur or a Dragon. Lusìvar is my responsibility while the civilians of Shimabellia are supposed to be your responsibility, your Highness.”

“How would you suppose who to we fight against an enemy who walks unseen?” asked Belverda, walking to the king’ throne. “There isn’t just Lusìvar or the Titans or the creatures of Shadow, but there are also the Shadow Men, the eternal servants of the Shadow King. There are so many enemies the two islands would face.”

The king and Belverda had shown down, unhopeful faces. It seemed they lost all hope.

“There are also the White Knights,” said Sora. The White Knight of Charity walked beside Valverno’s side. “The White Knights will fight beside Valverno and help bring victory against all the evil threats. After all, the White Knights are the ancient followers of the Demigod.”

“Who are you?” asked Belverda.

“I am Sora, Valverno’s half-sister. I am the first and original White Knight of Charity.”

Belverda raised her eyes. “I’d known the demigod was the son of a god, but I didn’t know the dragon god picked another child.”

“I am not a demigod. Valverno and I share the same mother, Celestreá la Mùne, but we don’t share the same father. I had a mortal father who would go to be the step-father of Valverno.”

“I never heard of you, but I do remember such a nameless girl being a relative being side of Valverno,” said Belverda.

“That nameless girl would be me,” said Sora.

“Even with you, a White Knight, where are the three others?” asked the king.

“I know where one other White Knight is: the White Knight of Loyalty.” Valverno quickly eyed at Geraldus, who was standing at the middle end of the table before turning back to the king. “The other two are Trust and Strength. Their powers are lurking somewhere and they will have to be found.”

”Even with the power and might of a demigod and the four White Knights from ancient legends and myths,” said King Uragiru, “how can we stand against these seven Titans? Against the power of the Shadow King and seven giant beings, I see there can be no victory. Not even the gods can’t achieve.”

“What are you saying, King Uragiru?” asked Geraldus.

Valverno suddenly felt a chill going up his spine. The demigod could sense a large darkness growing in the room, a great Shadow rising from everyone and nowhere at once. He thought to would be Lusìvar lurking in the throne room, but Valverno couldn’t smell any ghosts or spirits lurking nearby but darkness within a certain person yet a small group of people. He gazed at the king’s eyes, going from an unhopeful to lustful.

It can’t be, he thought.

“King Uragiru, how can you give up hope this easily?” asked Geraldus. The middle-aged man walked up to the very old man. “There were always bad odds of survival, but we had always survived.”

“That was just humanity alone when we were facing the bitter cold of winter and extreme heat of summer. And in battles when humans fought other humans, there is always a victor standing upon a hill. But with the Shadow King, there is no victory for humanity.”

Geraldus shook his head in disbelief. Geraldus knew the king was a man of honor, but he was hearing the king had already given up without starting a single battle. “What would you suggest… then…” Suddenly Geraldus’s eyes popped wide open, and his mind latched out to Valverno’s mind.

Valverno could see through Geraldus’ eyes in the king in a full view. Since Geraldus was a White Knight who had a small fragment of Valverno’s power, Geraldus could link his eyes with the demigod’s eyes, and they both could see a great shadow lurking in the entire body of the king. In turn, Valverno crossed his mind into Marina’s and Sora’s mind, giving them the sight of seeing what was inside the king.

“You can’t suggest we