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

A Hybrid's Resolve

Vaeludar remained silent as the Sacred Sword remained in his hands. He didn't dare try to grab it, and he dared not try to touch it. But something forced him into grabbing it.

Then he looked to the Celestial Angel to stand on his feet. Once he stood at attention, he looked upon the height of the Angel. She seemed to be larger than the hybrid. He remembered the height of the minotaur, but the minotaur was an infant bull compared to the Angel's height.

"Me? Why me? Why did the gods choose me? I'm a hybrid, an unnatural creature processed by two different species? There's the Pangaen Knights or mages with more experience than I have. They put more care into humanity than I do with my half-humanity."

"Because you are one the gods have chosen to be their warrior. Once chosen, there is no need to act with aggression."

"I'm not saying..."

"You question the gods' will? Their will to empower you? The empowerment that gave you life? That gave you free control? That gave you the need to live without strings like a puppet?"

Vaeludar remained silent. The time he fought back against with other mortals, this was the first he was the one to keep his mouth shut. A mortal fighting with an immortal? An immortal that gave life to the Mortal Realm, and he was a part of it. Arguing with their messenger is delivering a message to the gods themselves, saying, "I regret being created. Can you uncreate me?"

Vaeludar felt a twinge of fear of the essence of his very own being. Life after death is thought to exist. And when one dies, their Spirits stand before three Three Gods: Adelpha, Goddess of Light; Origenes, God of Shadow; and a Crystal Dragon, Balancer of the Gods.

These three created different Realms, as such two different Realms where Spirits are judged by deeds of their lives. If deeds are pure, a land of eternal paradise. If deeds are corrupted, a blaze of eternal pain. But there was always a concept that if one questions the existence of the gods or like otherwise of gods, a Spirit is destroyed... eternally. No life after death and fade from eternal existence. Eternal blackness or eternal oblivion.

Nothing can be more frightful than seeing a large pitch of blackness on the verge of death. Gods have power to create Spirits and it is thought the gods to destroy Spirits.

The thought made Vaeludar shudder in front of the large army of humans. The King's soldiers. The Pangaean Knights. The mercenaries. The farmers. Every human kneeling and listening.

THe only thing he did before he could answer or say anything was look at the blue blade. Within the blue blade, a swirling cosic power flowed. His arms' red scales began to turn bow. He felt his fear twinging into something else, but he didn't know what it was. Hope? Love? A dawn?

Yes, a dawn. The warmth of the rising sun was erupting from the sword. A blue fire changing his red scales to the ocean blue was a great feeling. The resentment he shows to others faded with a new dawn rising in his brain.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds before he reopens them with a determinant eye glance to the Celestial Angel. "Then, with this power, I accept. I accept the power and the responsibilities the gods have given me. If this is their will..." he paused as he lifted up the sword skyhigh, "... then let their will be done!"

A single flare shot up toward the sky and exploded like a firework. It glittered bright and red, red as the dawn.

The sight caught the attention of all the humans who stared at awe and confusion at once: a half human half dragon hybrid chosen by the gods to save the Mortal Realm.

"Then go forward! Defend the Mortal Realm created by the Three Gods. Fight and slay the Titan King. But be as you are, you are not powerful against him. For three different armor artifacts also have been forged from the Crystal Dragon's sacred Spirit. One is for the arm, one is for the leg, and one is for the chest.

"These three will extend your mortal power and upgrade the Sacred Sword. However, their locations remain isolated from the gods' eyes, for demonic powers conceal their hidden locations. Use the power of the Sacred Sword. Use its abilities for you to master and find the three armor artifacts. But be quick.

"When it's the day of the Black Sun, the Titan King's SPirit and body be one. Light and darkness collide, good and evil glide. Demongod and Demon fight in the twilight, and powers will take flight. Balance of life and death hangs in the balance of the unforeseeable future."

Then Celestreá la Mùne's divine presence soared back to the sky, and her humanlike body turned back into the blinding yet not so blinding light. Her appearance rose to the sky and a burst of sparks lit the sky and fell, like falling snow.

Vaeludar sighed and looked at the others. Geraldus, Sora, Teutates, and Monico stared in awe as the hybrid who lived with them was chosen. He looked to the King who had his arms being lowered and a pale face looking to the eye in a strange glare. He looked at the siren who didn't show any expression as to what had happened.

"So, my life changes for something I'd never imagined. I've heard rumors of gods choosing mortals throughout the ages to be their Divine Swords, but I'd never thought they were real. I just... I need..." he stuttered in his words. "I need some alone to process these thoughts, and where to start looking for these armor artifacts."

Vaeludar flew away with the Sacred Sword in hand. He gripped it tightly in his hand, as he soared over to the town. He soared above the buildings and landed on a watchtower's roof. He stood on it as he looked down at the humans walking about, unknown to his pressnese.

For seventeen years, he lived in the shadows. For seventeen years, they shunned him away from their eyes. For seventeen years, humans' eyes looked away from a... demon. A demon is what they thought of him. An unnatural born child from a human and a dragon one will think cannot mate and produce a child. An unnatural child extremely gifted in magic.

His appearance. His magical gifted talent. His impenetrable skin. Everything about him has always been thought of as life's evolution, and two creatures just can't fall in love. Somehow, his parents did but left him behind. For once in his life, he felt light shrugging in him. He'd never felt so... hopeful. Since the day he was told his parents left him behind, all he felt was resentment towards them.

Now he feels more sorrow than resentment. A dimming shine of light brightened against his inner darkness. A balance between light and dark and it was making him see more clearly.

As he looked down upon the people, he could only make a heavy sigh. His voice cracked a note and sang:

I've been neglected,
More so rejected,
And I'm now used to the pain of being alone

But now I'm selected,
And even expected
To defend those who never called me their own.

Seems really difficult to understand
Why this monster is the one to save the land.
Doesn't matter much because I'd swim through land
If it'll just make the world smile and hold my hand.

Thought it was an error
That I'm the gods desire
But their verdict states that "to end this terror,
The chosen One must breathe fire".

So now's my time to emerge
I've got the wings, I just need to take flight
I'm ready to satisfy the urge
To wield the sword and be a knight.

Emerging
Out of the dark comes the knight
Emerging
With fury and all of his might
My emergence
Will put your terror to flight

Emerging
To make Lusìvar loose total control
Emerging
To give you the peace that he stole
My emergence
Will make the land perfectly whole.

Vaeludar felt the sun warming his skin, and his wings flapped once. He flew away from the watchtower and headed for Geraldus' manor. He didn't know why, but he felt like he needed to. Then after he visited the manor, he would rejoin the group to lay out an improvised plan: looking for the armor artifacts or try to move to the Northern Region to find out what's going on with the northern clans and people.