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

The Secrets Revealed in the Woods

It was more than a day than Vaeludar expected to make, leaving only seven days to go. A week, to be exact. He wasn't feeling quite as an august optimist when it comes to traveling with a group. They could be slow or yet alone be quite a drag. Every mind thought differently, and he thought of speed.

Elves could think of a graceful, peaceful mind. Dwarves had a mind of hammering metal for war. And demihumans often think of what humans do. And there were a few of them with him. Vaeludar spent the rest of the day and an entire night traveling by air, and he had to move slowly.

He could have brought in experienced members he relatively knew. Geraldus, Flavius, Monico, and Teutates could be with him, but he only has Sora. With a looming threat of two different kings, war will come from two different fronts: Vaeludar fronts a Titan King, and Geraldus fronts a human king.

There was no time to be lost now they have dug themselves deep into the heart of a forbidden forest: the Greenwood Forest. A dreaded, forbidden terrain of evil trees. It was thought all who travel in there never travel back out and die in the forest.

The Greenwood Forest is a mysterious place, and every traveler and even dragons set their own mortal flesh beneath the sea of trees and are never seen again, and Vaeludar felt he may be one of all the mortals to travel and never make it out alive, as did many groups of people who dared to set feet and never come out.

A few others joined him in the daring footing inside the Greenwood Forest. Kelda the Amazon, Orinù the dwarf, Alfhild the elf, and Halvdan the demihuman joined him, and two familiar people also traveled with him were Marina and Sora.

He thought people he was more experienced could go with since they passed over the village overnight: Geraldus, Flavius, Monico, and Teutates. But sounds when flying overhead on mounted different colored stallions with angelic feathered wings. Sora had her flying pegasus, so she didn't need to borrow any horses from the Northern Region.

The group landed at the most western border of the Greenwood Forest, and it took them until midday to reach it. Seven days or a week may seem long enough to retrieve what Vaeludar needed to find, but no knows what monsters or unseen delays might suspend Vaeludar's journey.

His speed was uncanny than a dragon's flight, even though he had ever seen a dragon before, and he still may have a chance to see a dragon in flight. Though, he had to tend to his topmost responsibilities to the people and the prospects of life, and his quest led him to the Greenwood Forest.

It was where the Sacred Sword led him: a vision leading him to a laboratory lurking somewhere in the forest.

The trees were damp and wet like a dense jungle. The air itself felt wet and breathing felt if water was the air, and every breath of the forest's provided airborne was a volcanic fume. It was also incredibly thin to breath, but it still was breathable.

Alfhild provided everyone with a magic spell to make them breath better instead of gasping for the oxygen they need to breath. "Leitaðu okkar, gefðu okkur loft. Andaðu eins og við getum," she chanted.

Their lungs were filled with a powerful elven enhancement, so they can breathe the air they need to breath in the dense forest. This made them thankful for an elf since they excel in the greatest gift they have been bestowed and given to humanity in their aid to evolve, and they now treat it as a weapon for air or an ach for their daily lives.

But the dwarf has no need for magic; all his needs is a heavy hammer pounding on metal on an anvil. All he needed was only to use brute muscle in a hot blacksmith shop and forge the best weapons for war, and they didn't need to use magic or simple tricks to construct the mightiest war hammer.