Twilight of a Hybrid

did what? We didn’t see anything. Right, fellows?” said the voice again.
“Yes!” said more than two dozen voices.
Vaeludar instantly knew he wasn’t looking at Fairies but distant relatives of the Fairies: Pixies. Trickery Fairies that liked to play tricks on unexpecting travelers. He growled ferociously he made the Pixies laugh at his alarming threat; the Pixies didn’t seem to care that this powerful hybrid had once killed a dragon with five heads.
“Don’t anger me!” Vaeludar warned.
“Or what? You’ll eat us alive?” laughed the cricket voice.
Vaeludar growled and inhaled through his noise. His exhaling through his mouth caused the air to grow cold and little ice snowballs to grow from Vaeludar’s exhaling cold air. Then the ice grew in bigger a hurricane-like storm of snow rained upon the flying, glowing Pixies. The glowing balls dimmed as snow fell upon the small flyers, and small people appeared as they fell to the ground.
Then Vaeludar walked over to a small Pixie; the small trickster had small pointed ears and its skin looked like tree bark. It was wearing a blue hat and peasant-like clothes. The small human-like Pixie was rubbing its head and its wings were covered in ice.
Vaeludar lifted one of his legs and pounded on the Pixie, just covering its entire body but its head; the Pixie was completely at the mercy of the hybrid it had to pick on. The Pixie struggled to get free.
“Who’s laughing now, Pixie? You shouldn’t be messing with me. I am Vaeludar, half human half dragon. What might does a small Fairy have against a hybrid that has half the strength and anger of a dragon? My skin is indestructible by outside magic, not even poison can kill me. What good are your chances against me?”
Vaeludar widened his mouth to reveal fire boiling at the back of his throat. “Now tell me, trickster Fairy, how do you choose to die?” Vaeludar widened his wings and bent his head toward the downed Pixie. Then Vaeludar unleashed a blaze of fury from his mouth, blowing fire on the left side of his foot but close enough for the Pixie to gaze upon a large blast of fire. Vaeludar was showing-off of his warning threat and he was not kidding around. Vaeludar ceased his fire-breathing and shut his mouth, still growling. “One more trick from your sleeve and you will be the next entrée of a Minotaur.”
Vaeludar released his foot from the Pixie, which escaped hastily and away with the other Pixies. The Pixies retreated back to their leafy homes and into the trees. There were a lot of muttering and squeaking from the Pixies as they disappeared amongst the trees. Then there was silence in the air.
The hybrid puffed like a bull and gazed in a different direction; the Nymphs were staring at him, nervously yet laughing. The trio had seemed to be next-door neighbors to the Pixies.
Vaeludar, being able to read their minds, saw memories of the Pixies always picking on the Nymphs when they were having fun. When the Nymphs were having fun of their own, the Pixies would come out of nowhere and ruin the Nymphs’ fun with the Pixies’ fun of trickery magic. Now, Vaeludar gave the Pixies a taste of their own medicine. “Okay, Nymphs, before I lose my temper again, do you know any human and dragon known as Ralenskrit and Belverda?”
They stood and walked away, giggling and laughing as they vanished through the woods. Then there was silence.
I knew those Nymphs weren’t going to talk about anything, thought Vaeludar. The hybrid ceased his anger and went to rejoin Flavius and his small garrison of men. Vaeludar stroke a wing at the bushes he was walking toward and the bushes moved aside on its own. A single wave of a hand or a wing without touching anything would be able to move on Vaeludar’s command.
Ever since he fought the Five-Headed Dragon, he had so many magic abilities he never knew about. It was like they were locked away inside his body, until the locked became unlocked when he put on the gauntlet armor on his arm. With it, Vaeludar could still use any magical ability like turning living creatures to stone as he did with the two Giants and Cyclopes some time back before he ventured into the north.
He had several powers a witch or even a Dragon wouldn’t have: stoning living beings with his eyes that a Gorgon can only do, harnessing many elements such as dust, ice fire, and water was an usual aspect of him because Dragons can only harness only one power element and there had been no record of any Dragon harnessing many power elements in one physical body, being able to breath underwater for long periods of time and only Sea Serpents would only have that kind of ability and his father was a fire Dragon, and being able to lift heavy rocks and move away bushes without touching them and an air Dragon has that ability.
Vaeludar had many strange magical abilities that he shouldn’t have, but somehow he just did. So, he made his way back to the campsite. Flavius was sitting by a dying fireplace, and his men had been sitting and eating and laughing all around; no one was seeing Vaeludar rejoining them. “No one can see me again like the old days?”
“We didn’t want to disrupt your little conservation with the ladies,” said Flavius. “After all, you’re the ladies’ man.”
“Enough with the ‘ladies’ man’ stuff. I have just dealt small Pixies while I, unknowingly, entertained the Nymphs before they disappeared from my site. So there isn’t anything more I can do in these woods. I’m heading to the village. I’m starting to prefer human information instead of talking to forest spirits. See you down there.”
Vaeludar flapped his wings and soared to the sky. His hands and whipping tail slashed any branches of trees getting in his way.
“Going again?” called out Flavius.
“I’ll meet you in the village, if you remember where it