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Many waves crash along the shores and cliff faces everywhere. And each cliff face and shoreline loses a bit of itself with every crash upon them, fighting a losing battle against the sea.

The places that, it is said, dreams are thought up and where thoughts become mere dreams.

Few a fur has stood where I am standing now, upon the precipice. But I don't have the water lapping at my taloned feet, but I do feel the cold sea breeze rush through my fur and the wings on my back.

"Be as brave as you've always been, Asier. Be as intelligent as those who came before."

Such a recounting of my mother's words to me.

"Thy wish shalt becomst true, mother," I whispered to the wind.

I know that she's somewhere in this world, most likely trapped where the rest of my family is. Only I escaped the Turmoil, keeping my identity safe from those who wanted me dead. And so, when I asked the servants to kill me here in this cave for my body's resurrection away from the Time of Turmoil.

Those who tarnished my family's name, those who led the Turmoil, have long since passed. They believed everything that was the opposite of what me and my family could do and were. That we could die and stay dead, that we were only pretenders.

But worst of all, they believed and said that we, the gryphons, couldn't fly. And what idiots they were to believe that.

I spread my wings wide and stared down the cliff face. And all I did to begin my flight.......

......was a simple step.

The wind started to beat against my beak and wings. But one flap of them brought me out of my dive to the rocks below and far away from the cliffs. It was here that the wind was finally cold, but refreshing from the stale cave air.

I kept flying over the water, my last look over the country where me and my family ruled over, now prospering in their freedom from us. Maybe we were holding them back, but times change. Maybe we also sped them up at some places.

Funny how much can change over 100 years.

I dived towards a small town, landing heavily and sliding to a halt on the dirt. Many furs came running out of their houses to see me post landing. After I saw the new machinery that they built, I took off again, leaving them in a small dust cloud and I flew back to the cave I spent the last 100 years in.

I landed within the wet stone of the cave, walking through with my wings now folded. There, I saw my favourite cloak along with my old claymore, the greatsword in need of repair. I placed the cloak around my neck and the claymore in it's specialised sheath for travel into my back. There, I went back to the cave mouth and flew once again, the 3 extra kilograms of steel not affecting me in the slightest.