Griffen's Journey
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  • Reads 33
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 2
  • Time 11m
Ongoing, First published May 23, 2018
Mature
My name is Griffen. Yeah, I know. It's.. well.. not the best name out there, but.. whatever sticks I guess. I'm not actually a griffen. I'm an 18 year old human; I have red hair, and freckles. I'm the typical description of a girl who doesn't see the sun much. Yeah, that's probably because I haven't seen it in person.

I live in a place called The Underground. What a great name for it, too. It's basically a large cave in the middle of this enormous mountain, and it's where Monsters call home. It's.. kind of a long story. Monsters and Humans never really got along well.. so the two races split up. Humans now live on the surface, and monsters live in the underground.

However, I'm special. I.. I fell down here. I'm not too sure why. All I remember is waking up in the middle of a dark room with a talking flower. Heh.

Well.. I guess you could say this is my story. This is my adventure.. my journey.. through the underground...

Or more..
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