Twilight of a Hybrid

is,” Vaeludar called back. Vaeludar paid no heed to his foster brother fading behind the trees. Soon enough, Vaeludar found himself amidst above the Greenwood Forest. For weeks, his search for his next armor artifact was somewhere within this forest and his coming to this village has brought him one step closer to finding the laboratory his parents worked at, according to the map he found from a Minotaur thanks to the twin boys, Arron and Nerio.
Vaeludar flew slowly to find the village again. Hopefully, the village hasn’t been damage too much with my battle with the Gorgon, thought Vaeludar. I just hope I did the right thing by sparing her life. I will only tell if all the people in stone are un-stoned.
A large big gap among the trees revealed the village with loud noises and wheat trimming. Mills were rolling on a single river. People were buzzing and running in the fields. Boats cruised on the river. The village seemed alive more than it did a few hours ago, and no human statues had been seen to his eyes.
It seems the Gorgon did deliver, Vaeludar said to himself. For once, we have a believed-to-be evil creature fighting for the light. Maybe she can be useful when and if there is real fighting against Lusìvar. Maybe this Gorgon knows where this laboratory could be. She’s been here all her life and just maybe she can tell me where the laboratory is. It could narrow down my search by a few days or a full week. Very time saving.
Being the half dragon he is, Vaeludar had sniffed out the Gorgon’s scent. Its scent was very similar that of a snake’s scent. He followed the trail leading to a densely, rocky-edge part north of the village. Vaeludar stopped and saw it lead to a cave carved into a giant, boulder-like limestone.
Rocks were piled everywhere and trucks of old trees rotted with dozens of animal bones and dried animal skin, decaying beneath the sun’s light.
The hybrid drifted toward the cave, assuming that’s where the Gorgon was living. As he neared the cave, Vaeludar smelled the stench of dead, molding corpses lying inside the dark cave. Vaeludar held his breath and proceeded inside.
The cave was dark and blurry. The air felt cold and damp. Vaeludar’s skin could feel his skin rubbing against the rock, which felt like touching fur of a bear. He felt his wings waving on their own against his will to control them. His legs cracked against tiny animal skulls he was walking with his crushing claws.
Then fire erupted on his arms, lighting the way ahead of the cave. The ground floor had been covered in numerus of animal skulls. Strangely, there is no sighting of human skulls or bones, only the sites of dead animals lay in his sites. The Gorgon wasn’t evil as he thought.
It wasn’t long until Vaeludar reached the end of the cave and found the tail of the Gorgon. The slivering sound echoed of wanting to be alone in the dark. The Gorgon hid away from the sunlight, concealing herself from plain view while her tail was in view.
“Stay away,” hissed the Gorgon.
“I spared your life, so show the proper respect to this hybrid. I didn’t come this far into this forest to fight anything. I came seeking for information of special armor that was made from a powerful but now dead dragon.”
“You’re in the wrong place then.”
“I have come to find a lone building once occupied by a Dragon and a human who go by the names Ralenskrit and Belverda. Do you know them or any building they may have worked in?”
The Gorgon’s tail had moved slightly, hinting the Gorgon does know something about the laboratory Vaeludar was looking for.
“Where is it?” he asked.
“What is to you?” replied the Gorgon.
“Either the islands get saved or Lusìvar having complete dominion over the islands and nothing will be powerful enough to stop him and will rule again for another four thousand years. Is that worth it? Being ruled under a Shadow King? You’re the first Gorgon I’ve ever came across not working for Lusìvar. Are you his servant or his enemy?”
The Gorgon hissed softly. Her tail slivered into the darkness. The Gorgon then crept into the blundering darkness. “I know nothing of those names you talk about, but I have gazed upon a strange building somewhere on the south side.” Then the Gorgon retreated into the cave’s shadow.
Finally, thought Vaeludar, I’m getting somewhere. By the end of the day, I will find that laboratory and the next armor artifact. This will be faster than I thought. I’ll be strong and fast enough the next time Lusìvar tries to attack someplace.
Vaeludar turned to leave the cave and Gorgon. Thinking of the Gorgon that could have been a useful ally, Vaeludar seemed to be convinced otherwise of this Gorgon staying away from the frontlines. One less unique ally that won’t fight against Lusìvar. Vaeludar shook his head in disbelief the Gorgon won’t be doing any fighting any time soon as he was leaving the cave. Then he smelt the scent of a small human above the cave’s entrance. “Trying to play tricks on a half dragon isn’t going work, Pixie.”
A Pixie flew from an edge above the cave’s entrance and down to see the hybrid. It was the Pixie that Vaeludar almost killed with dragon fire. “How did you?”
“Because Dragons have great scents like hound dogs, and I’m half dragon,” stated Vaeludar. “I have the same abilities as a Dragon and a human. You should know that, Pixie. Now FLY!” Vaeludar roared with half his might, sending the Pixie flying into the nearest trees if the Pixie was caught in strong winds of a hurricane. “And stay away from me! I don’t have time to play games!”
Vaeludar puffed through his nostrils and flew back to Flavius and his small garrison. He seemed to be finding it difficult to find them. He looked upon a thousand trees blocking his