9000 years ago the griffins whom were the Kings of the Skies ruled free in their own hidden kingdoms. Hidden safely from wandering eyes; the eyes of the humans. Our kind grew curious of the two-legged creatures that were slowly starting realize our existence. The humans were awed by us, transfixed by our power. They wanted to befriend us, so they offered us gifts and came to us with compliments. We, like fools accepted them took them as our friends, completely oblivious to the fact that the humans wanted to makes us their slaves. The humans were jealously creatures despising anything they couldn’t control anything that was stronger and better than them
Griffin’s as we were proud creatures refused to be turned into common slaves. We rebelled against them; we showed them we would not be ruled! Our kind attacked their livestock and hunted them and their children. The humans were angered by our murders; our attacks and so fought back. We hunted them and they hunted us; a continuous fight of who will be the predator and whom would be the prey.
After 80 long years of war it all ended. A lone human male under the name Occultus came forward to our leader; Ana. The feathers of a hippogriff and the claws of a griffin hung around his neck. Occultus spoke these words: “Griffins, Kings of the Skies, end this foolishness. You either surrender yourselves to us or suffer the ramifications!”
Our leader Ana laughed at his pitiful threat. She spread her wings and stood tall on her hind-quarters her talons raised menacingly. “Foolish man, what can weak boned humans do against the mighty griffins? Tell me how, after we have slaughtered your species so easily for over eight decades?”
Occultus gave Ana a ghastly look and spat at her. “Fine then confront your fate hybrid!”
Then they came. The hippogriffs; our offspring; half griffin and half wild filly. They dived upon us in attack. Forcing us back, forcing us to retreat all while Occultus laughed watching with amusement as we were being slaughtered. Young ones were yanked from their nests and thrown down to their deaths. Griffins and hippogriffs clashing together in bloody combat clawing at each other’s wings.
We were too distracted with our war with the hippogriffs to worry about the humans. Occultus ran back to his people and told them of our vulnerability. The humans took the chance to attack us while we were weak. We didn’t stand a chance against the power-hungry humans and the bloodthirsty hippogriffs. Having no other option we were forced to go into hiding once more. Hiding in unknown and unexplored places in hopes that the humans wouldn’t tried to find us again; try to control us.
Occultus the horrible man whom had shadows hiding in him searched for us endlessly. He would not rest; he wanted us to be his slaves. One day he finally gave up but not without leaving his mark behind.
His bloodline was named for him. Any child born would have a name that meant “secret” as his did. They were taught about our existence while the rest of the humans began to forget us. While the others came to think of us as mere stories and fairy tales; Occultus’ blood knew we were out there; hiding.
We all knew the day would come when we were found again. One day humans would come in contact with us. That day would mean we could finally live in piece together or once more war would break out. Leaving both sides dead.
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