A Griffin’s Dream

Prolouge

“Many years ago, your ancestors journeyed to two islands.” The elder said. “Which was the second island?” A young snow griffin chirruped.

“Is the second one dangerous?” A flame griffin squawked. “Not too dangerous, but there certaintly is-“ At that moment, the elder was stabbed in the neck by a human, bearing a long metal weapon. I, Luna was the young snow griffin. I tried to fly away, but I failed to save my brother, Cinder. He was shot down as we were flying towards the Arctic. My parents were also shot. I flew as fast and as hard as I could, only stopping to rest at a small burrow in the Arctic.