Twilight of a Hybrid

A Tale of a Human Dragon Hybrid
TWILIGHT OF A HYBRID
RYAN JOHNSON


TWILIGHT OF A HYBRID. Test copyright © 2019 by Ryan Johnson
Map done by Najla Kay.
Cover done by Fahad Dar.
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Johnson, Ryan
Twilight of a hybrid / by Ryan Johnson
(A Tale of a Human Dragon Hybrid; 2)
Self-published, 1st edition
ISBN: 978-1687579928 (Paperback)
Summery: The hybrid sets out to find the next armor artifact and soon discovers a dark secret as to who he is and how it may affect the ones he has come to love.


Works by Ryan Johnson:
A TALE OF A HUMAN DRAGON HYBRID TRILOGY:
Dawn of a Hybrid
Twilight of a Hybrid
Only available on Amazon Kindle as EBooks:
SMALL LEGENDS OF BIG WARRIORS:
Legend 1: The Warrior of Fire
Legend 2: The Warrior of Earth
Legend 3: The Warrior of Water
Legend 4: The Warrior of Ice
Legend 5: The Warrior of Air
Legend 6: The Warrior of Dust
Legend 7: The Elemental Warriors
Short Stories as Ebooks and paperback on Amazon:
The Legend of the Dragon Hunter


Twilight of a Hybrid


This book is for all those people,
Who felt they had a dark chapter told in their life


CONTENTS
A Gorgon In A Village
Forest Spirits
A Cottage Near The Shoreline
Arrival At The Castle
Things Happening Before The Wedding
The Hybrid And The Siren
A Wedding Ruined
A Heating Discussion In The Throne Room
The Search Continues
A Dark Secret Revealed
The Meaning Of A Name
To The Ruined Fortress
Into The Underground Chamber
An Unusual Reunion
Underground
The Underground City
Battle With An Ancient Creature
A Twilight Rises
Many Thruths
Vile Betrayal
A Stiff Standoff
On The Beaches
The Next Step
The Northern Village
Gathering Allies
Battle In The Village
Face Off With A Witch And Shadow Ghosts
A Great Shock
Saving A Captive
A Dark Power Unleashed
A Gathering Of Knights
Prepping For Battle
Marching Forward
The Uprising Battle
Fall Of A King
Curtains For A Witch
New Leadership For The Island
The New Ruler Of An Island
The Hybrid Ascends
About The Author


A GORGON IN A VILLAGE
Winter had come and gone in six months. Vaeludar was overlooking a farming village near the base of surrounding snowy mountains. The villagers were living in fear. Seldom would a person want to leave the borders of this small village that consisted of poor hay houses and badly structured stone houses. Some three hundred people lived in this village, and there wasn’t much productivity in this simple farming village. And if a farming village isn’t producing any harvesting props, food production would be low and people would die slowly from hunger.
Vaeludar’s body had changed a lot: spikes rolled on his spine and elbows, a layer of dragon ears grew behind his human ears, a few shining scales grew on his chest and back, two, few-inched, back-curved horns sprouted out of his hair like plants, and his right arm was armed an artifact that changed both his arms and gave him more dragon scales that stretched to his shoulders.
Ever since Vaeludar’s battle with the Five-Headed Dragon was over six months ago, he has been upping a campaign against the Shadow King’s forces all around the island of Shimabellia. But the six months had harsh winter and the snow wouldn’t melt. So, Vaeludar had to stop his search and wait for the winter to die down and wait for spring to sprout.
He was standing behind a tree, looking at the villagers. He inhaled and exhaled with great concern over the livelihood of these farmers. If the village doesn’t get any food, starvation would kill them all. And he was determined to get this village back on their knees and start their farming ways again.
Behind him, his second oldest foster brother, Flavius, walked to the side of him. “What do you see?” asked Flavius.
“Fear,” answered Vaeludar, with an emblematic humanized-dragon voice.
“I mean, do you see any soldiers? Any creatures?” corrected Flavius.
“No. I don’t see any Dragons or soldiers. I wonder if Banshee could be lurking here.”
“Banshees seldom come to this center of the island. It needs to be some kind of creature that roams in these lands.”
“There are many. So instead of guessing theories, let’s go ask the villagers what’s going on in this village. And we’ll take care of it. By sun down, this village will be a happy village, and they can get back to working on the props. Tell me did you bring any soldiers with you?”
“I brought a few,” answered Flavius. “Why?”
“Because they would have to stand way back. I do mean: some distance.”
“Why?”
“Cause I found out why there is so much fear in this village,” said Vaeludar, looking behind his brother. “It’s right behind you.”
Flavius turned and saw a human statue petrified with fear. The arms were waved out if a thunderbolt shocked it. A deep crack was shown on the chest. It appeared to be a middle-aged man.
“A Gorgon, brother,” stated Vaeludar. “A Gorgon is what we are dealing with. And be looking at that big crack in that man’s chest, we’re dealing with a Gorgon that doesn’t stone people with its eyes but with its tail. And I mean the attractive females that are dressed in wedding dresses and lure boys and men to stony deaths.”
“Great,” signed Flavius. “I’ll tell the men about this and order them to fall back. Just don’t take too long with this Gorgon.”
“You know me: immune to anything that touches me.”
Vaeludar started down the hill and walked slowly towards the fearful village. In his left hand, he pulled out a brown rag and squeezed it thrice. Enchantingly, the brown rag sparkled and wrapped around his body, sprinkling tons of sparkling dots over his wings and legs like a Fairy moving around his body.
The hybrid turned more into a rich, handsome peasant prince. He looked dressed as a nobleman but clothed in peasant gowns. If Vaeludar needed to get the attention of a Gorgon he thought would be terrorizing this local village, he would need to look like