Looking over the place with the ball, you find yourself starring at griffin mother about to conseive.
‘Perfect,’ you sort of think, “What about the griffin?”
“Ah, griffins. Born to guard treasures as I assume you know.”
the orb stated, “Is that your final chose?”
“Yes.” You confirmed.
“All right, then ‘have a nice life’.
Ha ha! Get it? Oh never mind.” the orb merely said.
Imedently your soul form went racing to the griffin mother.
And then darkness and silence angulfed you...
(One year later•••)
(Authors note: I have changed ‘you’ to ‘ I ‘, because for some reason I have a hard time thinking while typing ‘you’. I hope you enjoy anyway!)
I awoke to a bright sunny day in the city of Guardsdale.
Sunlight pored through my cage, as I yawned and stretched. I was only half a year old, almost a teenager in human years, but I was already big enough to hale around hay which was my job.
Anyway, my name is Cornerstone.
Yes, yes, it may not seem like that exciting of a name, but I like.
Sense the first day I can remember, I have worked here. I am not paid with money no, but I do receive daily kindness and 2 quick meals.
Life for me is good.
That is until now. Now is the time for change...
Like I said before, today was like any other day in Guardsdale. Sunny, bright, not a cloud in the sky. My manager came of to my stall to hitch me up. Something seemed off. His hair was neatly combed, mustache trimmed, and whereing a suit.
“Well hello today Cornerstone, how’s the lady?” he asked as expected.
I sqwaked. What was going on?
“Oh yes, you can tell somethings different, can’t you? Well, you’re correct. Now listen Cornerstone, I really didn’t want to, but seeing as you’re a fine griffin, to fine for pulling plain old hay, I sold you to the Griffins’ Riding Association.
Don’t worry, they’ll treat just as nicely as you’re treated here.”
then he finished up and said, “There, now I just need to pream you up a bit.”
HE SOLD ME TO A RIDING ASSOCIATION??!
Did he think I was a horse?!
It was then that I realized that life would now never be the same again.
For some griffins, this was an upgrade, but not me.
No, I surely did not want to be ridden by Anything or anyone, least of all a human.
I gave a disappointed look, when he had completed my “preaming up”.
He sighed, “I’ll visit sometimes, okay?”
I supposed that would have to do.
I Am a griffin after all. I must not let my wounded pride show.
{ I will just have to make the best of it. } I decided.
Perhaps I was just getting all worked up over nothing...
The next day, we were off. The formiluer streets of Guardsdale went by in a blur, as I walked beside my manager.
After a few hours, we came upon an old stable. A riding stable.
{ Surely this is not where I will be staying. } I thought to myself.
But I was wrong.
This was indeed
Griffins’ Riding Association.
In the stables, there appeared to be four other griffins.
Though I could not read, I do believe their names were carved neatly into stone headings above them.
[ Hey look, a new member, ] one of the male griffins said sarcastically.
I glared at him, and took my place in the box across from him.
To bad I would have to stare at his ugly face everytime we were turned in for the night.
[ Oh, don’t listen to him, he’s such a bully. By the way, my name’s Arrowflight, what’s yours? ] the female to my right sqwacked, then added to the grumpy male, [ So just shush, Riptalon! ]
[ Cornerstone, ] I replied, ignoreing her last statement, [ I suppose we girls have to stick together. ]
[ Right, ] she answered, [ But at least not all the males are so mean. ]
[ That’s good, ] I commented.
[ I don’t think I’m that bad. ] another one of the males said.
[ Of course not Falconclaw, it’s just that Some griffins are. ] Arrowflight rolled her eyes, while glancing back at Riptalon.
[ If you knew the pains that I’ve experienced, you’d be mean to. ]
Riptalon growled.
Then out of the blue, the last male from the back row called, [ Hey Cornerstone, I’m Seawave. I know, kind of a weird name right? ]
[ I don’t think it’s a weird name, ] Arrowflight gushed.
Seawave just sort of smiled sort of grimiested.
All of a sudden, our conversation was cut short by shrill shout,
“There’re here!”
While another human cried, “The students are here! Prepare the griffins!”
{ Now the real excitement is about to begin. } I inwardly groaned...