The Griffin Of Time

The Griffin of Time~Chapter 3

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When me and my Grandpa had arrived at home he took me upstairs and sat me down. "Zephyr... I know this is a lot to handle but you must listen. You are 14 years old right now and soon when you turn 15 they'll come for you." I was about to ask who but he continued talking before I could. "When you turn 15 you must leave and don't come back they'll seek you.

"Grandpa who are they?" I say as my Grandpa looks at me. I get no response and it is just silent until I hear tear droplets. I look back up at him. He's crying his eyes out and I hear,"I'm so sorry for lying to you."

"Grandpa what do you mean?" I say as he looks back up at me. "Grandpa why are you saying sorry for lying? What are you talking about?"

"Zephyr your name shows that you have no power. Not to mention your flightless. There is a prophecy that states a powerful one will come into this world and seek revenge. This powerful one thinks it's weak... but that's far from the case. Zephyr... that powerful one is you." Grandpa says and I look to him with shock and disbelief in my eyes.

"I...umm Grandpa I'm kind of lost, if this prophecy is true than how come I dont have a name that displays this power and who are the ones that are after me?" I ask carefully and slowly looking at him too see if his expression would change. If his expression changed in any way it would give me a hint as to what he was thinking. I continue to look at him and he gives a fake cough as if to say 'stop staring I'll give you an answer'.

"Zephyr, what is one thing you have always wanted?" Grandpa asked.

"To be honest, I've always wanted an adventure and deep down I've always had this urge and will telling me there is more to life than what I'm doing now and I'm not completely useless. However I go to school, I go to public and I always see the same look on everyone face...disgust. They all say things like 'look it's Zephyr, he's such a disgrace. He's flightless. No magic. He's pathetic.' It's the same thing each time. At least they have the decency to not give nicknames." I chuckle nervously.

"What would make you feel better? Think about this wisely. This prophecy is tied to you. The decision you make now and all the decisions you make in the future will always be connected to this prophecy child, your prophecy." Grandpa says still looking at me. He then gets up and goes upstairs and makes a few noises. I hear a thunk before he finally comes back down. He's now holding a watch? Where have I seen it before? Ughh think Zephyr think. In his Griffin paws he's holding the watch, magic dust, and...heck I don't know what that is! "Zephyr 2 of these items you are not aware of what they are. The 3rd...is magic dust. This item," He said gesturing to the watch, "is the magic tool I showed to the council earlier." I looked at it in shock what would he be doing with the watch.

"Grandpa what's the watch for?" I ask him curiously.

"Well you see this watch has the ability to slow down time. I think you might need this." He says as he hands (paws?) it to me.

"Need it for what?"

"You must leave and don't come back until it's safe."

"Grandpa what is going on?!" I half question half yell at him.

Bang! I hear a loud sound behind me and so many thoughts were rushing through my head. Whats going on? What was that sound wait...what is that smell? Is it blood? I think these things over and over in my head. My eyes starting to cloud over with darkness. And I hear something I never ever want to hear again.  A blood curdling scream reaches my ears and I turn to a grotesque sight.
I mouth the words, "G-Gr-Grandpa?" my own voice cracking, the words failing to slip off my tongue effortlessly. I sit down shocked. My Grandpa lies there...motionless. His stomach ripped open with blood splattered all around him. The blood spills towards me and my own paws are soaked in it. I see his guts and intestines lying there. His head bent in awkward position his back legs torn off. And lastly the pride of a Griffin...his wings. They were bent back and forth feathers lying around some soaked in blood, others still on his wings but crippled. The watch, magic dust, and unknown object lying out of my grasp. I try to stand up and walk over to him only to have my knees buckle and more darkness to cloud over. I had one though at the time...someone please save me. I scream out in pain my voice shrill, tears soaking my eyes and fur. Hmph... what's the point who can save me from this, my only living family member lives before me dead and I never got to say the one thing I needed to say the most...I love you.