Once there was an African queen named Mikashi
Her nickname was Meagan
She rode a griffin that was half hyena, half culture
*half vulture*
Her uncle in law was the chief of the village
The village was built on the edge of an enormous cliff that looked out over an unknown plain miles below that was always covered with mist.
Sometimes the villagers heard strange shrieks rising from the plain and made up legends to try and explain them
Some said that the cliff was the edge of the world and that the shrieks were the spirits of those who had died
One evening the chief called his niece in law Mikashi to the village council hut
He told her that the people were starving because a disease had been wiping out their crops of maize and sweet potatoes
Soon, there would be no food left and everyone would die.
Mikashi ran out of the hut, jumped on her griffin and flew down the side of the cliff, past the waterfall which was glowing in the setting sun
They flew past the vines growing along the edge of the cliff and her griffon caught some monkeys for them to eat.
Suddenly Mikashi heard a shriek coming from far below. They flew out from the vines and dove toward the clouds.
When they finally reached the clouds
She could hear more screams and strange noises
She saw fire glowing through the clouds and heard deafening booms
She pulled out her spear and her vulture totem
Then tugged the reins sharply and held her breath as the griffon dipped below the clouds.
She saw a swamp in the murky blackness below. Up from the swamp grew twisted trees covered in choking vines, but there were no birds in them
She saw the dim shapes of mountains rising in the distance, and beyond them was the glow of fire
When she flew over the mountain she noticed three things at first.
There were a lot of villages. People were running around them shouting and screaming.
They seemed to be screaming at huge muscle bound men covered in tattoos and wearing bone masks.
And these men...
