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Chapter 8 - Griffin

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Hello. I’m the Doctor. Basically… run.

-11th Doctor

As we walked through the woods, the gears in my brain were turning.

So, Nat’s father killed himself but she thinks differently. But why was she placed into Ripper in the first place? That was what was bugging me the most. Why, if she seems fine right now?

I looked at her again, her heart filled with six strings, three of which were snapped. Smaller pieces of the string were hanging limp at the sides. The other three were different colors. One was a light pink for liking someone, another a sunshine yellow. That color was for happiness. It was obvious to me that Nat had experienced very little of it in her life.

And the last color? The last color wasn’t a color. It was the color of night sky. The string was filled with twinkling stars. Without a doubt, I knew what it was for. It was for her feeling like she finally had freedom, the space to roam.

Mark, his were different.

A light blue was for us to know that he was trustworthy, an extremely bright yellow and light purple for being goofy. The other three were like Nats. Rusted, snapped and limp.

The snapped strings… they gave me a sense of dread. Like an alarm was going off in my head, trying to warn me of something.

My shoes crunched against the ground, twigs and leaves snapping underfoot. The trees were unlike the ones back home and the grass, the grass seemed like it would be soft.

We stopped in the middle of a meadow, the moon high in the sky. The stars twinkled in the sky, reflecting into Nat’s eyes.

Her blue eye was glowing while her brown eye, her brown eye didn’t look so plain anymore. It looked like liquid gold in the moonlight. It looked spectacular.

Mark began talking then, his voice ripping my eyes away from Nat.

After he explained what he wanted us to do, me and Nat looked over at one another. Why did he want us to do this?

I stood still for a split second. But then I listened. I relaxed, my brain finally calming down. It was nice, for once in my life, to feel the tension melt away. To feel some of the stress just disappear.

But then, right as Nat began to rise up, I fell. Pain was spiking through me. And by the Celestials did it hurt. It hurt so much. But then, as fast as it had come, it was gone. The whole world looked more vibrant than before, more smells adequately than before.

Something felt heavy on my back, and even though it was night, it looked rather bright out. I cocked my head, noise sound louder. 

“Hey, Nat wha-” I began to ask her but she stopped me.

“It’s 11:07pm.” She told me as we looked over one another. She was… she was magnificent. I didn’t have the words to describe her.

Horns curled around her head while huge wings rested behind her back, identical to the night sky. Scale patches riddled her skin as well, a few of her fingernails were talons instead. They glinted in the moonlight. Her shoes were ruined but she didn’t seem to mind. Lastly, a tail swished behind her.

“You look-” I started but she finished for me.

“Amazing. Yeah, you do.” Nat told me, smiling. A few of her teeth were now pointed, sharper than before. The stood out against her duller teeth.

Chuckling, we both looked back at Mark. He was smiling again.

“You’re creeping me out, seriously. You smile too much.” I told him while looking at my hands. They were covered in soft, winter white fur with swirls of gold. A few of my fingers were long nails, like a dogs. 

“And you don’t talk enough. Well, not enough for Nayleth. Now, sit down.” Mark snapped back, referring to the ground.

I sat down, Nat doing the same. And I was right, with the grass feeling soft. It was like a blanket almost.

“Sooooo, whats going on, exactly? You brought us into the middle of this damned forest, only to lead us into this meadow and have us release our forms. Do tell, Mark. Do tell.” Nat calmly stated while running her hands over the grass. I just watched her fingers, performing the same pattern. Front, back. Front, back. Her eyes were scuttling back and forth between me and Mark.

Mark chuckled slightly, as if laughing at his own personal joke before answering. “What I would love to know about you,” he began, a tone of playfulness in his voice. “Is if you know what you are. The both of you.”

Me and Nat looked at one another, confused.

Mark laughed out loud this time, his voice hearty and the noise filling us both with the sense of calm.

“You two, you have so much to learn. I must say, I wasn’t expecting the next Abis and Holy Keepers for a few months. Maybe a year.” he told us, his smile playful and his eyes having the same sparkle in them as Nat’s did.