Magistream Story: Griffin's Story (Warning- Bloody; careful)

[SouthernCryptid]

-This is by no means meant to be a very good representation of writing. This is only made to get out some muse I've had about a charactor I imagine owning a few creatures. His story has been haunting me for so long I need to get it written. I apologize for the crappy writing, once again.
I'm pretty sure that death is okay on this forum, if not, forgive me. Just tell me and I'll take this down. I'm pretty sure this is more PG-13 than anything else it could be.



Prolouge: (Age:36)


Confusion, darkness, a flash of bright light.
A bright blue strike flowed from a figure's hand, releasing a sharp silver object, which struck another figure in the chest, burying it deeply, a shimmer peeking from it's back.
The man hit the ground, rolled a few feet, and lay still.
Lightning flashed, a dark figure walked up, and gave a light stare. The bright blue eyes filled with a delight from his triumph. He kicked the body, savagely, with one good kick, and glanced over it. Satisfied, He was gone within the moment. Silence reigned.
Then the shape twitched, and slowly, agonizingly pulled itself up, to it's hands and knees, only to fall in excruciating pain once more.
Choppy, strange thoughts. None of the thoughts finished. Half-dead. Left off. Nothing made sense. He should be dead. He wiped his mouth, and pulled his hand away. Lightning showed the dark crimson which drenched his hand completely. He attempted to grab his magic, pulling at it with his mental facilities, but it eluded him. He chased it, and it slipped through his fingers. Phisically, a tiny tongue of dark red and black flame lept inbetween his thumb and forefinger, rapidly dissapating. He was unable to keep his magic going. Under normal circumstances, a magi of his caliber could easily repair himself, at least enough to pull himself to safety.
However, this was not a normal circumstance.
The man could hardly turn his head to look sideways. He tried to cry out for his alagos, Reth. It came out as a mere muffled grunt, mixed with a whine of pain. Mentally, he screamed it with every fiber of his being, 'RETH!' Then, he saw the drama playing forth before him. He watched ithe scene lightly, above his head, towards the sky. His amarath alagos busy fending off a large ashen colored gryphon, losing at a slow pace. The beast was tiring, only controlling a tiny portion of flame, faltering in it's flight. One of the magnificent creature's wings had a signifigant tear in it, feathers missing. It could hardly stay in the air. The gryphon was tearing Reth apart, only sustaining the injuries it had received at first, when Reth was stronger. It flew as clumsily as Reth- it's left wing singed deeply. It was also missing feathers on the side of it's face. The one that had been raked by Reth's sickle-like talons. It was Crae, owned by Griffin's enemy.
His eyes glazed over. If only he could call out to Reth... He had hardly any strength left. However, he noticed somthing, a clear thought strumming through his mind as if it where a silver chord.
Where was Gillfaren? Was his enemy not here?

He should've taken this as a good thing. Obviously the notorious rogue sorcerer had taken him for dead, a stroke of luck. However, this man was not fighting for his own life. He was fighting for the safety of his birth-city. This meant that Gillfaren was going to destroy the city, and everyone in it. The man pulled himself up once more, squeezing the last bit of everything he had in him to do so. Blood dripped from his mouth, stringing to the ground, a crimson pool. Soon, it would join the lake already gathered by his side. He coughed, and some of the life-giving mixture sprayed forth, misting the air. His bright green eyes flashed for a moment with pain and determination. This was a suicide mission. He'd known it before he came here, but he had to do so. No one else would have came, not with the rest of the war going on.
He sat down on his knees, and looked up at the sky. Cleansing rain began falling from the nighttime sky, mixing with his blood.
He coughed again, felt woozy from bloodloss, and caught himself from falling face forward again.
With the next catch of lightning, one could see his wounds more easily, and would gape in shock.
Griffin Visor grasped the hilt of the shortsword, and pulled at it, lightly. He gasped, and cried out. Griffin breathed. The breathing was labored deeply by the blood filling his lungs. In a moment, pulled the gleaming menace the rest of the way out, tossing it to the earth. Oddly enough, it clattered, hitting stone.
It glimmered menacingly, silver, coated in a slimy coat of crimson. Terrible. Magnificent. Marvellous. The rain began purifying the sword of it's sin immediantly.
"Gah." His voice came out in a cry of pain, and he breathed even harder. Then, he winced, his still young face contorted with pain.
With this simple action, he placed his hands on the ground, only to fall again on his belly. He growled with an animalistic tone, and began to pull himself forward. He would know this landscape by heart even though he no longer could see. His glasses lay uselessly in the mud. He was blind now. Gillfaren's dangerous magics had taken the rest of his sight from him now. He dragged himself towards the town, hoping with his whole heart to make it, to be abe to put up a last stand there.
As for Reth, who had accompanied him from his childhood, the creature would have to fend for itself. He could not longer help the alagos, he couldn't even call upon his magic. He felt powerless, but he still struggled against the mud. The earth was drowning in the rain and his blood. He tasted the blood now- perhaps a good sign. Like iron. He licked his lips, and could not feel his tongue for the pain. Griffin bit his cheek, and kept going. Each movement was filled with the worst pain one could imagine.
It burned through him like fire, it struck light lightning, it left him empty and cold like the dark of the night. He was shaking, trembling uncontrollably, unable to take the pain. His mind was numbing it, partially, but he could still fill a lot of it.
It came to him suddenly- He was going to die.
At this moment, his life began to flash before his eyes. It took no longer than a beat of thunder.

In a few slender moments, Griffin would be dead. No doubt about it.



These will be the memories in this last moment. The times that made him the way he is, his memories of his time at the keep, and how the war began. From here on out, it will be a chronologically organized collection of memories, and stories he remembers about his life.
(Apologizes for crappy writing) I'll revise this a little later, I promise. This is just a muse dump for me.

[Foleo]

Good! Except...What/who is Griffin? Sorry, I'm a bad reader...

[SouthernCryptid]

Griffin's a charactor I've been imagining. He's a magi (dark/fire). The start of the story began at the ending, so his whole personality/looks/etc will be explained in the 'rest' of the story. ^^



Age: 5
Occasion: The day his talents were revealed

It was still early in the morning when the energetic young Griffin woke up, his dark brown hair still in a mess, sleep still in his eyes. He stumbled out of bed, and began hurridly washing his face in a pail of water.
Griffin could still remember the bedroom, even from that age.
The room was small, with a sandy floor, wooden, and a bed made of a cloth sack stuffed with straw. In the left corner from his bed, a pail had to be filled each night before bed, used for bathing, and drinking. That morning was just like any other in the small town, the people waking up to farming mostly. His family had the job of blacksmith, both his mother and father had worked in the job, until his father had died unexpectedly from somthing heart-related (or atleast that had been what the village doctor had stated). Now his mother had taken it over completely. Griffin was, oddly enough for this village, an only child. He looked more like his mother than his father, who had been a large, broad, red-headed man with a warm smile and brown eyes. Griffin remebered sitting in his arms, learning his words by his father's late-night instruction, reading a book.
The day had started out normally, he had got up, and went through the daily ritual of getting ready. The only difference was that he had changed into a new set of clothes. His mother had traded her services at making horseshoes for some of the village textile seller's cloth, and then traded a lump of extra iron for the services of Let'ha, the village tailor. He was proud of these new clothes, a dark brown shirt, fitted a little big so he could grow into it, and a pair of greyish trousers, once again long to grow into. He had walked outside, and into his mother's shop, only to find her struggling to keep the fire up. The pit had gotten wet, and now the fires wouldn't burn hot enough, or very long at all.
"Griff- give me a hand." He voice was gruff, but had a strike of beauty to it. Like striking a stone on metal. She was a beautiful woman, with hair as black as a coal lump, and eyes a perfect shade of silvery green. He features were fair, deeply offsetted by her muscualar arms, and tall stature. Her arms were covered in scars from her trade, some burnt, some from sharp metal, but all hard-earned. To Griffin, they made his mother more beautiful.
"Yes mum." The boy's voice was high, like a bellchime. Hew was young, after all. Rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eyes, he brought the coal pail over, and plopped it down beside his mother. After this action, he began dipping his fingers into the bucket, pulling out lumps, and placing them in the pit with an uncany grace. Even at this age, he had a flair to his movements.
The fire still wuld not burn, despite their combined efforts, and Griffin's mother took the moment to run back over to the house, to search for a better flintstone. The boy stood at the edge of the pit, his gaze falling over it in a strange curiousity. Then, he turned away, sorrowfull. He wished to help his mother very badly. It was excruciating to him not be of more help. He turned back, angrily, and picked up a stone from the earth, dark colored, and smooth. He growled, and threw it into the hearth, enraged with himself.
Then, somthing amazing happened.
The stone caught aflame in mid-air, some sort of dark red flame, like a ruby. At this, it touched the coals, and glimmered for a moment, before spreading the flame.
The flame flickered brightly. The boy stood, in awe. He blinked his starlight-green eyes, and stepped back. His mind could not comprehend what had occured. Then, he heard a voice.
"Boy, that was something, right there."
Griffin whirled around, his eyes shining bright. An intruder- and one whose voice he was unsure of. He'd never heard it before. A man stood in the doorway, one he had never seen in the village before. Griffin clenched his fist, and felt a pain in his arm, tingling, traveling up his arm, into his spine, and then back down. Then, a burn. He gritted his teeth, and noticed that the flame had went out behind him. He couldn't understand any of this. None of it was making sense. How had that happened?
"Who are you?" He demanded this of the unknown intruder with a voice as sharp as he could make it.
"I, am a magi." The man stepped forward, without a menacing step. He softed his voice, and spoke again. "They call me Roden."
"A Magi... You're real?" This was a lot to take in at this time. He fought his instincts to run. He brought his hand up to gesture towards the man, but the man darted forward, grabbing his arm, keeping it at his side. "Gah- what are you doing!?" The boy shreiked, with misunderstanding. It wasn't occuring to him what the man was trying to do.
"I'm not trying to hurt you, keep your hand down." The man spoke, with urgency. Griffin got a good look at Roden's features now. He had short black hair, and blue eyes that glowed, even with no light showing in the room. He was tall, lithe, and more pwerful than he looked. He was pale, and his features were slight. "Magi control magic-"
"I've heard the stories, sir." The boy said, impolitely, trying to drag his arm away from the grip, but failing.
"Yes- then you should know this. You have just showed magic capabilities." The man's voice reminded him of the sly fox that sometimes stole from their food storages. This was too much for him to bear.
Griffin went blank after this, falling limp. This information had been too much for the small frail boy to take in. He had thought magi were just stories that the older kids had made up to scare younger children.


He woke up later, vision slowly swimming back through the blackness. He sat up, shook his head, and tried to figure out why it was so late when he was getting up... He wasn't one to sleep in. He looked around the room, noticing that it was his own. His eyes flew open in shock. He had been speaking to a magi- was that real, or just a dream? He pulled himself up from bed, and noticed that he was wearing his new clothes. Not a dream. That was real. He made his way into the main room of the house, where his mother, his beautiful, intellegent, strong mother- was sitting down across from the mysterious Roden. He stood in the shadows, eavesdropping on the conversation with his perfect hearing.
"How long have you been watching him, Roden?" His mother asked, pain in her voice. It was a demand, but Roden ignored it.
"-Rea, you knew your son may have inherited your fathers powers... We warned you of this before he was born." His voice was hushed.
"I really didn't think, Griffin was born premature and... I hadn't known father was a magi until then, he kept it so well from us.... I thought Griffin would be-"
"Normal?" Roden finished her sentence for her. "He's not Rea. I knew he would find it. I told you it would happen." Roden straightened up, and peered back behind him, glancing at the place where Griffin had stood. Griffin stood stark still, blending in to the dark. He had a knack for this, if he wanted to be unseen, he would not be noticed. Now he felt a strange tingling sensation all over his form, some sort of burning knawing feeling. He shuddered, but remained unseen. Roden smirked, and Rea asked-
"What are you looking at?" She could not see Griffin.
"Nothing." Roden turned back, and focused his atention on Rea. He wasn't lying, he hadn't seen Griffin. However, he could feel his magical signature. He knew that he was being listened to.
Silence reigned.
"So what are you going to do, Roden? Are you going to take Griffin now?" Griffin had never before seen his strong mother close to tears, she hadn't even cried at her husband's funeral.
Roden thought. "No. I'll take him out this evening. Gain his trust. If he wants to come-" He paused, and raised his voice only slightly. "I'll let him. He needs to learn from us how to control it. He almost killed me without knowing it earlier." He nodded gravely.
The woman sat, and shook her head, wiping away a single tear, and then recomposed herself. Strong, powerful, wonderful mother. How Griffin still looked up to that angelic woman. "My son... A fire magi, you say?"
Roden glanced up at her, his tone turned light again. "Yes- fire, but not a fire of light. He inherited your father's knack with darkeness. The element- mind you." He stood up, pushing his chair away. "He'll need to learn to control it."
At this sentence, Griffin went back to his room, beleiving the conversation to be over. Roden felt his prescence leave, and then leaned over the chair. He had done that to get the child to leave. So that he could tell Rea how important this was. "Rea, we need him. I can feel it in him. He's your father made over. But there is somthing else... Something arcane. Rea, it would be better for all of us if you would let me teach him." His tone was dire.
Rea stood up, powerful now in her composure. She didn't want her son to leave, but she knew the dire voice he gave. She had felt her own father give her a voice like that before he disappeared forever. When he had told her to take care of his grandson, for he was the most imortant component in the lives of many people. She lowered her head in agreement. "I agree. Father- Rarek warned me of this. Five and a half years ago, he did. It would be best for him."
It was decided. Roden left the house. At this, an Autumn Kirin walked up to him, and nudged him in the shoulder. He smirked. "Yes, Adon. We will meet the little one in the evening."

[SouthernCryptid]

Another short chapter to get us going. ^^


Age: 5
Occasion: The day his powers were revealed, In the Evening



Griffin lie in his bed for a good hour before his mother came into his room. She layed her hand on his cheek, and he feigned waking up. She got him up, and soon, they were working in the smithery, his mother acting as if nothing had occured. However, he knew that it had, he'd heard the conversation. He knew that his life would be different from now on. He just wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon as if nothing had ever changed. Then, after the workday was done, Rea took his hand. "Love, I want you to stay with Roden for the evening. He needs to speak with you. I trust him. He's a..." Her voice caught in her throught. "Family freind." She ended the sentence with those choice words.
Granpa had disappeared before Griffin's birth, so he didnt remember him. He did remember hearing about granpa, and he missed his prescence. He hated seeing the other children with their grandparents. It made him feel a hole inside. Somthing missing. The same feeling he felt when his father died. He knew that somehow, this guy had known his granpa. He wanted to learn more.
"Mother- is it true?" His voice fluctuated, lightly, sadly.
"What, my son?" Her eyes watered up, but she kept the tears back. She would be alone after he left out.
"That... That I- I am a magi?"
"Not yet my son, you just have magic. You'll learn." Then, the strong woman pushed him out the doorway, where she stood for a moment, waiting for somthing. Within moments, Roden had arrived, a great beast at his side. Griffin marveled at it, a dark blue creature, with a red underbelly, flaming feet. It resembled a dog, with horns. He blinked, and held out a hand. Roden took no action to stop this, he stepped back half a step, and allowed his hellhound to sniff at the boy's hand. The hound didn't growl, what it did do was shocking. The dog lowered it's head, pushed it's tail between it's legs, and whimpered. Rea gasped, and Griffin withdrew his hand, as if somthing was wrong with it, clutching it tightly. Roden just smirked, and nodded.
"Arcane... Amazing." He stepped over the great flaming beast, and held out his hand. "Let us retry this, young man. I am Roden. I am a magi."
The boy hesitated, and then gave the man his hand, shaking it gently. "I am Griffin Visor, I am... I am..." He stopped there.
"Nice to meet you, Young Griffin." With that, he patted Rea on the shoulder. "I'll bring him back tomarrow. I need to teach him this evening, everything he needs to know." Rea just nodded, kissed her little boy on the top of the head, and went inside. Griffin thought for a moment. If his mother trusted this man, he would too. He gave a look towards his mother, her steps held so much power... He marvelled, and then stepped away from the only home he'd ever known for the first time.
Within a few steps, the hellhound had picked itself up off the ground, and now followed loosely at a distance. Griffin cast it a wary glance. "What's wrong with him?"
The man chuckled. "For one, it's a her. For two-" He flashed a smile, "Hel here is not used to seeing so much..." He chose his words carefully. "Ability in one place." He strode forward, at a pace that tired the boy quickly. He was only five, even if he was very bright for his age. That was somthing about Griffin, he was incredibly intellegent. He got things quickly, he could put facts together to create quick thoughts, and he could fix puzzels with ease. It was a knack. However, he wasn't as strong as the other children in the village. He caught a cold every time it went around. His eyes were very sensitive to daylight, and he often squinted. He was always sunburned, because his skin just wouldn't pick up a tan. He was a very different kid.
"Sir- um, where are we going?" His question was unsure, and riddle with his heavy breathing. It was hard for him to keep up.
"To my camp outside of the village." His answer was short and sweet.
"Ah... okay." He gave, and sped up, attempting his hardest to make himself look strong. After they entered a thicket, he could no longer keep up. At this point, Roden sighed, and picked up the boy. "You will learn to keep up with me, young one." He stated.
Griffin blinked. "Sorry sir, I... I'm not used to this." He didn't know what to think about this guy. He seemed a little... Formal. Strange. If his mother hadn't trusted him so much, he would've been back home by now. He didn't know whether he should trust him or just leave.
The man just laughed. "You don't trust me, do you?" He chuckled as if it were the most hilarious thought he had ever known, and shook his head, making his way quickly. "You will learn to trust me."
Again with the 'you will learn' stuff. The boy frowned.
Within a few minutes, the man put him down, and strode forward. It was dark, so dark that most people wouldn't have been able to see anything. But Griffin could see the tinest bit. He watched as the man bent over a lanturn in the middle of the woods, and opened his palm. He made sure the boy was watching him, and then closed his eyes, opening them again incredibly slow. Griffin drank this is, curiously, and noticed small details. The man's eyes now glowed an azure as bright as the morning sky, and a small cube at his neck glowed the same, a rhythm strumming. A heartbeat. Then, a bright blue flame appeared in his palm, and his hand was drawn around the lanturn, lighting it. The he winked his eyes shut, expelling the light in them. They still glowed, but not litterally. The guy just had those kind of eyes. When they really glowed, that was the power... The magic. The boy drew his glance away from the man long enough to see the surroundings. It was a pool, one he had never seen before. It was lit up by thousands of small flashing lights. Lanturnflies. He blinked. He'd never been here before. The water was shadowed by mist. He blinked, noticing the stars. He couldn't see them all from the village, but here he could see them all. His sight was perfect here. There were two tents, a big one, with another creature, a large black colored dragon-horse sitting infront of it. The smaller was less grand, brown and short, but comfortable looking. "He's Wers. A Noctis Enox." The man explained. Griffin barely registered this. He was so amazed by all of this, in which he'd never seen before.

After a meal of roasted sparrows, Roden spoke. "Griffin, come with me." He got up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and walked over to the lake. He sat down, and watched as the skeptical boy sat down in front of him. He held out his hand, somthing glinting in the firelight. Griffin looked closer. It was a rock, a glittering garnet colored rock. He blinked. It was familiar... "This is the rock you picked up earlier, and threw." He handed it to the boy, who took it in his palm. A warmth shreded through him, and he shivered. Holding the rock felt right. It was part of him.
"That, is the first small object you touched after your powers showed up. For magi of the sort that you and I are, that object will make it easier for you to use your magic. A sort of... magnifier, if you will." He pulled his necklace from his neck, showing the boy his bright blue cube. "Mine." He said, lightly, gazing upon it.
The boy nodded, understanding this peice of information, and storing it in his mind.
"Not all magi are like that." Then, he laid a hand on the grass. "Let me show you..." And he motioned with a hand towards the tree line. Griffin blinked, cocking his head. He didn't understand this. Then, he thought he could hear somthing. However, it wasn't a sound. It was a feeling. Something powerful was coming close.
He couldn't help but take a defensive stance, which caused his stone to flare up, brighter, a glow coming from within.
Somthing was coming. He watched the treeline closer. Then, he saw it. Some sort of deer-like creature. He jumped up, and scrambled back. It had one huge horn, and was dark colored, like autumn itself. Roden busted out laughing. "Calm down boy. It's only Adon." The creature came forward with grace, a strange, unsettling grace. It stopped a few feet away from the magi, "He's a kirin. He wont hurt you." The kirin stepped forward again, and nudged his magi's shoulder. Gentle. Too gentle. It frightened Griffin. "Don't be afraid. Adon is here to teach you things about a magi's creatures."
Griffin nodded his head, and settled down. He still kept an eye on the creature. Somthing about it was offputting. It reminded him of some strange sly beast. It was too pure. Too... right. It was sickly. A strange feeling.
"He feels..." The boy began.
"Like pestilence?" The man gave, a cruel smirk on his face.

[SouthernCryptid]

Age: 7
Occasion: Obtaining His First Egg and Meeting Shadow


Griffin had grown considerably since his fifth birthday, now an inch shy of four foot tall. He was tall, lanky, and strong for his age, his skin a little more tan then it had been. He was walking two steps behind Roden, who hadn't changed nearly as drasticly, and was carrying two rolls, his own and his teacher's. Griffin had gotten up that morning, and rolled up the tents and packed everything like he had been taught. The two years he had spent with Roden had done well for him, and he was stronger than he was beforehand. He hadn't known how important this day would be for him, because Roden was accustomed to not telling him anything. He expected the seven year old to trust him without question, and Griffin had learned not to question the man.
After a few hour's trek, Roden stopped right outside of a city that Griffin had never traveled to before. He knew that they were somewhere north, but he had never seen somthing of this splendor beforehand. The whole city was huge and white, bright, shining. He winced. It even glowed in the dusk. Roden seemed to be looking for somthing, but the curious Griffin did not ask him what. The hairs on the back of Griffin's neck rose on end, and he knew that Adon was somewhere around. Every time that autumn kirin walked around him, he felt a dread of some sort. The two years had no dulled this dread, if anything, it became more accute as he was taught more about magic.
Griffin had been taught to harness his magic, but he couldn't use it well. He was still too young, it was still too erratic, and he only had his stone to tune it through- according to Roden, it would take a magical companion, like Adon, to make his stone tune correctly. When he had asked when and how he would get a companion, he was told that it would be when he was ready. So he had worked hard on his magic, attempting to show it as clearly as he first had when he was five.
His thoughts were broken when Roden finally spoke. "Today, we are going to Synara." At this, Adon showed himself, and Griffin noticed Roden take a slip of parchment from the creature's neck, where it had been slipped into a harness. He watched curiously as his teacher read over the parchment, and smiled. Griffin blinked. "Come on, boy- we are sleeping in an inn this evening."
Griffin followed at his master's doubled pace, which he could match now, surprisingly.
They entered the city around nightfall, and Griffin still had to half-lid his eyes. It was way too bright here. He followed Roden, not knowing where they were going, until the man stopped. He looked up to see a red-headed woman petting Adon, wearing clothes that resembled he and his master's. A fellow magi. The woman had a strange beast with her, some sort of a blue fox, with starry pattern's at it's back. The creature greeted Roden with a nod, and smelled Griffin's outstretched hand before scooting back a few feet. Apparently Griffin had passed it's test. After his noticing the fox, he noticed a young girl, also red-headed, about his age, just a little taller than him, standing at the woman's side.
"Hi... I'm Griffin." Griffin was ignoring his master and the woman's conversation now completely, as they stood a few feet away from the children.
The girl cocked her head slightly, hair falling over her face slightly. She looked tough, and he could tell that she didn't know how to take his presence. "I'm Shadow." She shook his hand a little roughly.
"I'm master Roden's student..." He noticed how shy he was, and cleared his throught.
"I have been training with master Shinna, but she says that she cannot teach me the sort of magic I have... She draws her magic from nature." The girl nodded, and glanced at the woman fondly. "I draw mine from myself... And focus it through this-" She drew out a green four-sided die on a necklace, holding it closely.
Griffin took a look, and could tell that she was like he and his master- they focused their magic through items. "You're like us then. I focus mine through- this." He fetched the stone from his pocket. It glimmered like a ruby, very brightly. The girl looked at it, and smiled.
"That's so cool..." At the girl's comment, the adults had finished their conversation, and walked over to the two children.
The woman, Shinna, spoke first. "Good news Shadow, Master Roden here can teach you to use your magic." She patted the child's shoulder, and smiled warmly.
Roden spoke now, "If you would like, you may travel with us and further your magical skills." He offered this to Shadow, and the little girl looked from Shinna to Roden. Then, she blinked, and looked towards Griffin. "Sure. I do need to learn further, right Master Shinna?" She looked towards the magi woman, and waited for her blessing.
"Go ahead, youngling. But I won't be leaving you right this second, Master Roden and I have some catching up to do." The woman and Roden began walking, whispering so the students couldn't hear. Griffin could tell that somthing was up, even at this young age.
"Shadow, where do you think they are taking us?" He asked his newfound fellow student, the first person his age he'd spoken to in a while.
"Im not too sure...." She was quiet for a moment. "Things are going to be different, I'd guess, from now on..." Her feature's softened, but her tone was still rough.
"Yeah... I guess so." Griffin answered back, thinking about what was to come. He'd gotten used to taking every day one day at a time, and hadn't thought about the future in a while.
Then, after a few blocks, Roden's voice rang out. "Come here, you two..." He had a smile on his face, but it seemed curious. Like he was wondering what would occur next. Griffin judged this, and turned toward where his master was looking. He gasped.
A merchant was standing behind a table with several eggs laid out, softly, on pillows. Suddenly, it struck Griffin that he was finnally getting his first egg.
"Master Roden- am I... Getting an egg?" His voice rose high at the ending, curiously. He was excited.
Roden nodded solemnly. "Any one you want. You too, Shadow." He nodded towards the girl, who smiled brightly.
Griffin walked forward, curiously, fearfully. Then, he looked over the eggs. There were purple ones with scales, long thin grey eggs, and brown ones wrapped in wings. There were crystal-looking eggs, ones that looked like pure gold, and white ones wrapped in tails. There were green-grey eggs, black ones with split tails, pure- glistening white ones, and pink ones with little hearts. There were many more also, that his eyes hadn't fallen on. Because when his eyes fell upon a black egg, with a reddish tint, he felt as if that egg was the only one that existed in the universe. This egg was his. He felt it. His hands stretched forth, and he glanced back at Roden, cautiously. The magi nodded towards him, telling him that he could have that one if he wished.
He grasped the egg firmly, but not too hard, and drew it close to him. He felt a tingle go through his spine. Amazing. Magic.
He turned to his left, and saw Shadow, with a similiar look on her face, holding a silver egg with two tails. He noticed that the die on her necklace was shining brightly, shimmering magically. He cradled the egg to his chest in one arm, and took his stone from his pocket, amazed when he saw that it glimmered, sparkled, and glowed from within in a blazing red. Beautious.
He watched as Shinna and Roden both tipped in a paid for their eggs.

This was somthing that Griffin would remember forever. He learned later that it was a Amarth Alagos. Shadow's egg proved to be a Silver Alicanto.

[Foleo]

MOAR!!