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Tales Of The Griffin

A sudden violent shaking of the ground disconnects the roots from the tree that I Ember age of 11 happen to be perched in and to make this even more dramatic this tree happens to be dropping over the edge of a 15 meter drop with waves lapping over jagged rocks at the bottom. I begin falling frantically my brown hazelnut hair blowing wildly in the wind my arms are swinging around in the air as I am screaming at the top of my lungs  waves vigorously smash against the rocks spraying salt water effortlessly in all directions in the distance I think I see a great big flying cat but I close my eyes thinking I was crazy and hear a loud knock I open my eyes still screaming and see me sitting in my bed in my room with drawings of mythical creatures covering  the walls. A figure enters my room “ shhh my little ember it was only a nightmare” I realised that I was still screaming and so I stop “Grandpa I was in a tree and then I began falling and falling and I think there was this big flying cat ” I say in a shaky voice he sits next to me on my bed and embraces me with a warm hug. “ Ember everything is fine I’m here now there is nothing to worry about” A few moments past and I start to calm down my grandpa pulls away and walk over to one of the drawings on the wall. “Have I ever told you the story about griffin's” my grandpa asks in is storytelling voice “no could you read it to me, could you read it to me please” Grandpa exited the room and returned with a large oak wood covered book he pulls up a chair next to my bed and begins to read “ a griffin is a legendary creature with the body, tail, and back legs of a lion, the head and wings of an eagle; and an eagle's talons as its front feet. Because the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle the king of birds, the griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature. The griffin was also thought of as king of all creatures. Griffins are known for guarding treasure and priceless possessions.” “ So I saw a griffin and not a flying cat” i say to my grandpa “It would seem so Ember” as he keeps reading I feel like i’m right there with those griffins I love the books that my grandpa reads to be I love the creatures that he describes it all is so fascinating to me, me and my grandpa would stay up all night reading we even draw beautiful creatures that were in the books my grandpa says I am a quit a gifted artist. I stay up all night listening to the story about griffins and their founders as my grandpa flips to the end of the book a piece of paper slips onto the floor my grandpa picks it up he looks at it with a tear in his eye “hold out your hands and close your eyes” he said I did what he said and felt something light in my hand I open my eye to see a photo of a cluster of people “who are they” I said “our ancestors” “but why would there be a photo of them in this book” “I guess you’ll have to find out”