Spaery pushed through the doors with a degree of flounce, petulance written across his handsome face. His footsteps echoed loudly as he ran a hand through his black head of hair.
"I'm bored, Father." He uttered. The boy fell back onto the opposing armchair and kicked up his long legs.
The King looked uncomfortable and stood.
"Go parachuting," The King said, waving a hand, and a look of disgust crossed Spaery's face. "Or, or.. tame Griff's baby..."
"Me? Tame a baby Griffin?" He laughed narcissistically. "Oh Father, how you insult me..."
The King's discomfort was increasing now. He reached for a golden bell beside his throne, which he rang. Griff came promptly.
"Entertain my son." The King ordered. Spaery rolled his eyes.
"Very well, King. Come, Master Spaery."
The King's eyes fluttered shut in relief as the doors clicked shut. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't see his son again that day.
***
The corridors, known as the Glass Veins by those who lived in the the Kingdom, were a hub of endless motion. They were dizzying in height, built on mile high stilts that overlooked the expanse of white fluffy cloud below. There were thousands. It was down one of these that Griff led Spaery, who still appeared to be sulking over his Father's dismissal. Griff's black feathered wings breezed behind him as he walked swiftly and silently for quite a time, before he spoke.
"I assume you have heard of the birth of my child?"
Spaery continued to scowl and said nothing. After the insulting blow from the King concerning the said baby griffin, it was decidedly a sensitive topic. Spaery made the obstinate decision to avoid the newborn griffin, and any discussion regarding it. That'll defy Father nicely, thought the boy.
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The Keys of Kraal
RandomA King has been banished from an alternate universe that he once called home. He is trapped in our own universe, until he finds the four Keys. The Keys are four humans from Earth. The Keys have gifts that control the elements of the world, though th...
