Twilight of a Hybrid

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A loud horn blew. A garrison of horse riders had galloped from out of nowhere. More than three dozen came abruptly from the crowd with many short people moving away from the running horses. The horses spiraled in the middle of the courtyard, catching the attention of the Dragons, Centaurs, Pegasi, and Griffins.
Vaeludar stood up at the appearances of this unexpected, uninvited cavalry. He gripped his hand around the hilt of the Crystal Sword attached to his back, ready for any lingering threat these men may pose.
One of the horse riders strolled ahead of the other horse riders. A middle-aged man with a short brown beard and mustache with short length brown-silver hair dismounted from his horse. The man was drabbed in silver armor with orange cross swords painted on his chest plate. He gazed around the crowd, seamlessly looking for something of great value. Then his eyes were drawn to Vaeludar, who was gazing at the man with a stern look. The man, who had his stern look, preceded to walk toward the hybrid, fearlessly.
Vaeludar saw the man coming to him and Marina. Never before has Vaeludar saw a man walking toward him with a fearless look. All men Vaeludar never encountered gazed with odd, strange faces, but not with an angry look. Vaeludar was now curious to see who this man was: a man dared riding through a crowd and coming during the wedding’s final preparations.
The walking man drew to a halt about than six feet away from Vaeludar and Marina. He quickly studied Vaeludar carefully: his wings, legs, head, and Vaeludar’s entire hybrid body. “So, you’re the creature everyone is talking about? Vaeludar the Hybrid, wasn’t it? The one that brutally killed a bull creature without taking a scratch?” the man asked.
Vaeludar raised an eyebrow, removing his hand from the Crystal Sword. “Yes, I am. I am Vaeludar the Hybrid. May I ask who you are?” Vaeludar spoke with a draconic tone.
Before there was an answer, the man turned to see Marina sitting and turned back to Vaeludar. “I am Teutates, distant relative of Uragiru your king.”
Vaeludar sparked a small flare in an eye. The man the hybrid was looking was Teutates. Teutates was said to be a frightful man feared by many people, even the Dragons have come to fear of this man. Even though he is thought to be feared by the many, he was somehow well respected by other people mostly among military generals and pirates. It was also said he was a skilled battle strategist, being able to win ground wars without losing a single man or a sea battle without losing a single warship. Strange rumors once spread he manage to killed five Fire Dragons with only ten men without losing a single man to five full-grown Dragons. The tales of Teutates seemed frightful, but the man himself wasn’t frightening to Vaeludar.
Vaeludar removed his hand from the hilt. “Tell me,” said Vaeludar. “Did you come here just to attend a random wedding? Or have you come here to gaze on me?” Vaeludar glared his eyes. “If you want to see something entraining than seeing love, I’ll be first in line to swing the blade.”
Teutates drew a small smirk on his face, seemly impressed how the hybrid responded. Teutates had expected less about this hybrid. However he may heard about Vaeludar seemed to have been wrong. Teutates seemed to have been told of wrong information about Vaeludar, who Teutates thought to be more cowardly when Vaeludar would gaze his eyes on the man. “So you are willing to make threats to a guest while in public?”
“If I see them as a potential threat to the public,” answered Vaeludar.
Marina suddenly got up from her chair and stood by Vaeludar. “That’s enough!” she said, trying to eliminate the hostility that was just created by two widely known strangers. These two strangers just met and there was hostility in an instant. “Vaeludar, this is a guest, just like the rest of our guests, who were invited today’s events. Going from angry to hostile will ruin today’s happiness.”
“Well, my moodiness level was at happy, but it dropped to hostility when you went behind my back changed the original plans about this wedding,” said Vaeludar, moving away from Marina. “Sirens aren’t the only ones that can easily have sensory issues with their fishy attitudes; Dragons also have strong sensory issues, and they can easily lose their patience of an unexpected event or an obstacle getting in their pathway.”
Marina stepped backward and looked at Teutates. She bowed her head courtesy and welcoming him, “I am Marina, and I welcome you to our wedding, Teutates.” After welcoming the spiteful man, Marina raised her head. “I hope you have a wonderful time here.”
Vaeludar saw Marina giving Teutates a warm welcome, but Vaeludar wasn’t quite so warm welcoming a stranger than a ruthless reputation. He was seeing Teutates as a lingering threat than an open arms guest.
Then Vaeludar saw King Uragiru walking between Teutates and the hybrid. “Calm yourselves, everyone.” The king came in just when Vaeludar was about to widen his folded wings. “There is no need for any hostility here. This is a wedding. Be happy. Smile. Enjoy this wondrous day. And yes, Marina, you are needed elsewhere.”
Several bridesmaids came circling around the Siren.
“There were some last minutes changes that needed to be done.”
Marina silently complied, seeing that the King of Shimabellia was standing in front between a distant relative and the hybrid. Marina walked with the bridesmaids to one of the nearest towering towers.
After Marina was sent away, the king glared at the hybrid. “You two should not engage in conflict in today’s session. Get to know each other first before you start to kill each other at first sight.”
Vaeludar wasn’t ready to talk; he was ready to kill. By having Teutates here made Vaeludar’s day getting worse by the second. But what could he could? The Siren had already made the