Twilight of a Hybrid

you weren’t there to save me in time.”
“I stayed with you with the entire winter season. That shouldn’t make you feel uneasy.”
“Well, it did, my future husband, and I always grow anxious very easily, so I needed to have this planned wedding at an earlier time than we originally planned. I need to have an early wedding, so I don’t have to been worried too much about you leaving me to die alone. I don’t know what kind of live I would have without you.”
Vaeludar looked blanked of the Siren’s wariness. It was obvious the king and Geraldus would side with Marina and not the hybrid. And if Vaeludar would deny the early wedding and resume on his hunt, Marina would have her heart broken and risk a gravely devastation. On the other hand, if he agrees with the early wedding, then Marina would be happy, thus delaying his hunt for the next armor artifact.
He signed. “Even though I am against this idea,” he said, “if it makes you happy, then let’s go the early wedding, but you better hope it’s going to be a long oath-taking, because it is going to be a very, very short ceremony.”
Marina smiled and wrapped her hands around Vaeludar’s neck. Vaeludar doubted the early wedding would be a great event, because he was having a dreadful sense Lusìvar would launch an attack during the wedding, and Vaeludar would have to be ready to counterattack, if he wants to stay alive long enough to deliver a final blow to Lusìvar’s dark heart.

THINGS HAPPENING BEFORE THE WEDDING
Three days have passed for Vaeludar and Marina to have their early wedding set up. Preparations for the wedding were underway, and everything had to be ready for the wedding for it was going to last from the afternoon until late in the evening. The wedding was to be planned as a half-a-day event and it was going to be hosted in the great honor of Vaeludar; he is still being celebrated of slaying a Minotaur, which hardly can be killed by a single human.
Marina seemed to be happy with her own appointments with the fashion dressers, people making her wedding dresses from blue and cyan coloring. Vaeludar wasn’t pleased with his fashion outfits; his spikes dragon on his body ripped through all clothing material. The servants dressing him replaced the ripped materials with new ones tried the dressing process all over again. The hybrid would stand on a stool for hours, as several people tried to maneuver around his tail and wings with claws and spikes.
Vaeludar was easily annoyed he had to stand in the same spot for hours and for nearly a day-and-a-half. Two entire mornings were spent on what Vaeludar was going to wear, how he was even going to wear clothes, and the servants needed to make sure Vaeludar was dressed as a traditional man getting married. And as the second as was passing into the afternoon, Vaeludar dismissed the tailors and stated their designed clothing wasn’t working for him. However, one certain tailor had a different kind of material that was used before: leather plated-like clothing that was almost like armor. The leather covered his arms and spinal areas, covering all the spikes that did threaten to rip any silky clothing placed on the hybrid.
Vaeludar was finally covered like a man of high nobility, with his hind legs, tail, and wings showing. The Crystal Sword was placed not too far from Vaeludar’s view; it was placed next to a mirror Vaeludar would view himself when being dressed by several tailors.
After standing on his dragon feet for long hours, Vaeludar found himself wearing the rich clothing that made him feel like a nobleman. The leather plating armor-like clothing felt tight on his arms and his chest. This was had to be done, so he would look like a hybrid of nobility and not peasantry.
He was able to walk around freely at last with his legs not being covered by manmade clothing; the tailors know how to dress humans, but they don’t know how to dress Dragons. And Vaeludar was a half dragon indeed.
With his dressing done on the morning of the third day and the wedding to be held in the afternoon, Vaeludar made his way toward the wide open courtyard he first landed and met the battalion of soldiers with Marina. It was largely crowed.
People were crowding other people. Ribbons were placed on the towers. Banners and flags of different symbols blew against the high walls. Everyone was prepping for everything, to make sure this would be the most legendary wedding of the century and millennium. Griffins were flying on the high rooves, placing colored flags on the tower tops.
Vaeludar flew in the air so he could not be mixed with the crowd. Not before dozens of eye witnesses saw him flying I the air, and dozens of people crying out his name. He saw hundreds of people staring at him, in awe and amazement. A year ago people in Geraldus’s village would stare strangely at him. After he had slain the furry Minotaur, he rose to fame sharply. Vaeludar couldn’t escape the public’s eyes and can’t make one stop without drawing attention from other people.
The hybrid flew toward to a window he saw wide open and seized the chance. He climbed in, taking the risk to go into the unknown than trying to crawl through the huge crowd with arms that would try to grab him. The window was big enough for him to fit through. He was stumbling into the unknown as he did when traveling the Northern Region.
“You can’t seem to go anywhere without being notice on your first step, can you?” asked Flavius.
Vaeludar quickly turned and saw Flavius standing near a stack of spears. Vaeludar seemed to have entered through an armory rather than a room he remembered when he entered at the Lost Castle.
“Tell me about it,” said Vaeludar. “I hate being called a ‘living legend.’ Slaying the Minotaur