The Tale of a Hybrid and a Siren (old version)

The Fight for a Gauntlet

Vaeludar's flight was smoother than a frightful of dread. He expected some barrier or forcefield to at least protect what lies beyond the black mountains, beyond the village he exited. But it was clear no magic barrier protected what lies within.

He clearly thought the ancient Titan King is confident with possible monsters strong enough to try to kill the hybrid. With merely nine days left and wasting one day flying to get to the Northern Region, he had no time to spare. Ten days will fly onward as seventeen years did for him. Time flies extremely quickly as rabbits are quick to multiply.

Vaeludar's monumental need for haste quickened his wings to an extent, he couldn't fly faster than what he needed to. His wings' limit was only to the point his bones can weigh as up to heavy as heavy boulder to cover a cave.

Over the tops of the shrouded mountains, Vaeludar heighted his body a higher distance. The wind was with him as he glided through the rugged mountains, so his flight was an easy ascend. He had no difficulty swerving his small objective body over the tallest of mountain peaks and over a thousand feet.

The sky above him though was clearly not as a clear crystal sapphire but a shadowy azure. It was a clear morning with no evil, tainted, thundering clouds, but there was a ghastly sensational feeling of what Vaeludar witnesses from down below of a frightening height that reaches higher than him.

By the dawn, the sky was clear like night and day, but it feels if it has been reversed when the sun dusks in the east. There was a blanketed presence with every second passing in flight, but the view of the mountains was just starting to dwindle.

Lower and more rugged terrain was coming into his view at the very northwestern corner of the land.

In one open spot, there was a valley of deep, lush, green grass, stretching around for dozens of miles. In the very direct center of the valley stood a tall-squared building with four towers built on the four corners. Three were coned towers with a fourth tower being a flat roof.

He saw the fortress in sight, and it was the mark image he saw from the Sacred Sword given to him by the gods. This will make what he finds easier, but one castle means to find an armor artifact in an entire castle for who knows how long it has been abandon. It was very likely the castle could easily crumple through years of decay and dust.

Green vegetation did grow through the castle's walls as such it had been abandon for several hundred years. Even the outskirts, Vaeludar seen vegetation taking their roots around all objects once built and used by human hands.

Once were villages appeared the castle grounds. Farmhouses and stables stood tall and abandoned. A stone wall stretching out five miles long and wide covered the castle and the abandon villages. There wasn't a scent of a human being or a frolic of a doe. The large area was a ghost town; a place where buildings remained built with no living people.

A ghost town almost buried underneath the elements of taking now coming to take back once belong to it.

Vaeludar never seen such a town yet along a castle so desolate and isolated, and he didn't like the quiet. It was silence as a cemetery. No life, expect for a few frolicking deer and local plant life. The place would make a good hiding place or hunting grounds.

But his interest was finding what was to belong to one of his arms. He soared to the castle and spun around it once to see it from bottom to top, stone to marble to look for a way in.

Many windows remain obsolete and barren with a few cracks, but many held onto the edges by the inch. Only a handful of windows broke from the edges, and Vaeludar soared one of such a window of the tower with a flat roof.