Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 90
Valverno loudly growled, as he had felt great pain erupting on skin around his right eye. His body landed as he felt the body pressure of the shadowy figure jump off the demigod. Valverno stumbled into the ground and released the swords.
“Valverno!” Marina and Sora shouted.
Soon, Valverno’s wings folded into a position where he had stopped suddenly, and his head was facing to the ground. Valverno could feel something aching on his skin, aching so irritating and painfully as something he’d never felt before. This aching was itching around his right eye as he placed both his hands upon his eye. He growled in an annoying agony as he bent his front body close to the ground.
Sora gasped in great horror and dashed to the down hybrid she heard crying in agony. As she dashed to her half-brother, she grabbed one of the two swords Valverno held. She slid down to his side, dropped the sword close to his kneeling his legs, and placing her hands around her half-brother.
“Valverno? Valverno? Can you hear me?”
“Y-yes, but I c-c-can’t see,” said Valverno, slurring in his speaking. “I feel something I have ever f-f-felt before, and it… it…I don’t know how to even describe it. And I feel it going deep on my skin surrounding my right eye.”
Sora looked at the witch, who was smiling evilly and a hooded figure holding two long, curved, nicely-shining, silver daggers sharp enough to cut through a skull.
“What you’re feeling is physical pain, and it seems this is your first time feeling it,” said Belverda.
Sora spat in disgrace and looked back at her brother. “Try to stand up.”
Valverno could stand yet he couldn’t. What he was feeling on his right eye must have what Belverda said: pain. He’d never felt it before on his skin, and this was his first time feeling it. Feeling this pain on his eye made his legs feel paralyzed. He felt unable to stand on his own dragon feet.
“It seems the demigod is weak after all,” laughed Belverda. “Just as it, weakling, without your full potential, you are nothing. You are Vaeludar, a failed science experiment.” The witch had burst into laughter, as did King Uragiru walking away from a hole he created in the wall he was flung in.
“Don’t listen to them, my brother. Don’t give into despair. Come on, brother, get up!” Sora shouted from the top of her lungs for Valverno to get back up. She tried to use her arms to pull Valverno up, but his body weight was very heavy for her to carry on her own.
For Valverno, he was feeling even: a great darkness was now growing in his mind while his heart was being mixed with hope. He could hear the laughter of the witch and the king and the cries of Sora and Marina. He was taking in every sound he was hearing, and he felt many emotions of hate and hope filling in his mind and heart at once.
Suddenly, his back bent back upwards to reveal his right hand covering his right eye. The pain he felt was suddenly gone and he felt like a newborn infant born without crying.
“Valverno?” said Sora, softly. Her voice was soft and meek it sounded like she had no hope.
Valverno, with his right eye still covered, turned to see Sora with his left eye. She looked unharmed without any scratches.
“Valverno, are you still there? Are you still yourself, the demigod of Light?”
“I don’t know,” said Valverno. “I never felt something anything like I have felt since being reborn seventeen years ago. And right now?”
Valverno removed his right hand from his right eye, which made Sora gasp loudly: a scar had been slice across his eye. Valverno’s face still remained the same, but an inch-wide, crescent moon shape cut rolled down his right eye, and his right eye hasn’t been harmed.
“Oh, Valverno,” said Sora. Sora slowly raised a hand to touch this scar that has been sliced across his eye, going from the eyebrow and curving downward close to the right side of his chin. Then she touched the scar with her own hand.
Valverno let Sora touch his newly, cut scar he felt coming from the daggers of the shadowy figure. Then, after Sora rolled her figures down his scar, Valverno turned to see the hooded figure and saw the face of the Piper.
The man, who once served the three witches, was working with the king and other witch.
Valverno growled fiercely and loudly like a real Dragon. The room shook and cracks began to crumble in the ceiling. The long table had crushed of a certain beat every time there was a sudden quake had erupted.
Valverno picked up the sword standing next to him with his right hand, and he raised his left hand and the second sword from out of his reach came soaring back into his grip. He was armed with both swords and ready to fight again.
“Ready for round two?” asked the witch.
As Valverno wanted to be, he wasn’t; his face wasn’t showing determination in fighting. He has discovered his skin can be cut and sliced. Since his battle with the Minotaur and the Dragon with five heads, Valverno had thought his skin could never be sliced-and-diced. Now, he knows there is a metal that can pierce through his skin, and he didn’t want to stick around to be killed by the Piper with two daggers.
Then he lowered his swords and widen his wings, ready to fly out of the throne room.
“Valverno, what are you doing?”
“We are retreating!”
Sora raised her eyes. “What? Why?”
“I said, we are retreating!”
With no time to spare and a shocking realization that Valverno’s skin had been pierced by a pair of daggers, Valverno turned the two swords back into one and flung the Crystal Sword into the