Twilight of a Hybrid

Minotaur. The large crowd applied by the performance. A few other players on the stage bowed their heads to the applauding crowd.
Vaeludar smiled at this ending performance and though he should give a performance of his own. He flew up and around the crowd and landed in front of the stage players. Vaeludar stood up with his wings widened and his legs bent slightly.
His sudden appearance caught the players by surprise. They gave a show, but they didn’t expect to see the actual hybrid in person. The cheering crowd that saw the play was silent for a moment before cheering louder seconds later.
Vaeludar smiled even louder and waved his hands once. A fog emerged from his waving hands. The claws of Vaeludar’s two wings magically grabbed the fogging cloud and lifted above his head. The fog grew five times larger than his body size, and he sprouted a few lighting sparks from his hands that showed images in the fog. The hybrid was about to show his own memory of what happened with the Minotaur; he showed his hard fight against the large bull creature starting with the Minotaur appearing in Geraldus’s village and finishing with Vaeludar blowing the plasma blast through the Minotaur’s throat and killing the creature.
Then Vaeludar changed the images of his memory from the Minotaur to his journey to the Northern Region. He showed them his entire adventure at a fast paste. After one crucial point to another, Vaeludar was showing the crowd everything he could account for as a hastily rate. From the mountain border, the three witches and their Piper, the boat on the river, the Banshee territory, finding the armor artifact in the cave, and to with the battle with the Five-Headed Dragon, Vaeludar showed them all the crucial points of his adventure, but he did leave out the White Knight of Charity’s death, the witch’s death by his hands and Marina’s teeth.
After he showed them of his grand adventure, the Cloud of Memory evaporated into the air. “I hope you enjoyed the show, because that was just the prologue of the tale,” said Vaeludar. “The main part of the tale is about to begin: the second part of the tale of this hybrid is about to start with this wedding and then going to search the second armor artifact.” Vaeludar flapped his wings several times before ascending into the sky. “The main part of the wedding is about to begin.”
The hybrid flew with several Griffins before he landed near the canopy. Vaeludar’s anger he had hours ago had faded away in a different, sudden mood. Vaeludar was ready to have his wedding, but when this ceremony would be over at sunset, he would proceed on his journey and continue his search. A long ceremony but a few-minute honeymoon would happen at sundown.
Vaeludar still needed to wait for his bride to come, so he left the canopy to see what other entertainment was going on. He went back to the table where he and Marina sat. Vaeludar stood behind the table and waited to see when Marina would come back.
As he waited, several people came walking to him and offered him gifts and said their congratulations to him on his wedding day. The gifts were mostly golden items such as goblets and plates and other were daggers or small weapons. Other gifts would be nicely crafted statues of him slaying the Minotaur or him standing with a sword pointing high. Several strange gifts were horns cut from rare animals or animal heads. Many gifts were awing, inspiriting, or very strange to see or have.
Soon enough, Alaric was joined in the giving of gifts. Geraldus oldest son had offered a small dagger glittering like the Crystal Sword; this looked like it would be called the Crystal Dagger. “Dear Brother, I offer you this dagger we have recovered from the Cyclopes’ cave. We have dozens more just like this dagger, in case if we ever come under attack of an invading army.” Alaric placed the dagger on the table.
Vaeludar grabbed the dagger with his left hand. “Thank you, Alaric. I guess I will make do with this priceless gift. I just hope the weapons with be enough to aid the cause against the Shadow King.” Vaeludar stashed the dagger on his left side of the robe and automatically stuck to it if the dagger was a magnetic item going on his skin. “It is always good to have a secondary weapon if the primary is out of use or far away from the user’s hands.”
Alaric bowed his head before he was left. “Have a nice wedding day.”
“You’re not staying?” asked Vaeludar.
“I am needed elsewhere on the lower levels,” said Alaric. “Father said to have tighter security on the lower levels of the capital city.” Alaric bowed once more time before walking away.
Then Geraldus came walking beside Vaeludar. The man stood beside his foster son and gazed at the not so nervous hybrid. “You ready for this day?” asked Geraldus.
Vaeludar signed softly. He still wanted the wedding in the later time and not today. “I originally was ready to have this day in later than today,” said Vaeludar. “But Marina had to do some other things otherwise, and how can I complain right now? This is going to be a long ceremony, but a short, short, short honeymoon: dropping off Marina at my new home and continuing my search on my own.”
Geraldus had an envious look on his face. Vaeludar mostly spent his younger youth inside the house he grew up with. Geraldus remembered the hybrid rarely would prowl in the wheat fields and try to play with the other human kids or dragon hatchlings, only to be shunned by the mere site of the unusual the hybrid. He also remembers Vaeludar mercilessly killing the missionaries who tried to kill Marina nearly six years prior; the day the Siren and the hybrid first laid their eyes on each other. Geraldus knew when the young couple laid