Griffin Anthology: The Fall

Eighty years … swiftly passed.

My Gryfon nation left the mountains of our ancestors and chose to live in these sky islands created by our late great king.

Somehow, the price for creating these floating islands costed his early death. He died at the age of fifty, one-tenth of the common age of deaths of previous kings.

King Thaegiarlel succeeded the throne at a tender age of ten.

Although possessing great powers, his experience was not enough to rule the powerful Gryfonians and slowly my esteemed nation drifted away from grace.

Insubordination and factions began. Prejudice crept in. We, the black-winged, experienced discrimination daily.

One day, out of the misery of his failure, King Thaegiarlel fell dead, leaving some sky islands lacking the resources for us to survive.

Unfortunately, his successor had not been born. We waited for years for the birth of our mighty griffin king to rebuild our nation back to its former glory, but he never came.

The outcome, the majority of the Gryfonians deserted the islands. Utilizing an ancient transformation spell, we chose to live amongst humans while searching for our ancestral lands.

The massive migration began on the ninety-secondth commemoration ceremony of the deaths of our heroic Gryfonians.