Legends Of The Sky - Forget-me-not: story 1

A clumsy ball of wool and feathers rolled out of the tent. Their mother left, leaving all alone, telling them to stay inside. But Forget-me-not and he are in the tent all the time! Why can't they go outside? They would like to play with other cubs, listen to the tales of old griffix with the rest and meet the king. This world was so far from them that they did not even know most of the griffixes from the tribe. Even when the tent became small, shrinking to a neatly folded pile of fabric and skins, Forget-me-not and he could not move independently, they had to roll on their mother's back, sitting in such a cozy and at the same time hated carrier, while their mother wailed them with her wings, for some reason.

      Looking around slowly, Forget-me-not noticed a group of cubs playing with pawmade straw dolls. Without thinking twice, she went to them, but she was suddenly pulled back so that Forget-me-not even sat down on a soft spot, unable to cope with such a manner, as if she had suddenly changed her mind. Shaking her head, she had to stare where he was looking. Four elderly griffixes with beautiful capes gathered their students around them. They were all older than Forget-me-nots, they were probably going to leave their camp to study. Forget-me-not didn't want to play with them, but he insisted.

      Approaching the young healers, Forget-me-not looked at them timidly. Some gave a friendly wave of their tails and smiled at her. Forget-me-not cheered up and approached the mentor, who did not take much part in the gathering of students, instead she put on her mask and muttered something to herself. The little filly did not know her name, but she was interested in her slightly frightening appearance. A huge scar is what remains of this old griffix's right eye and wing. Before it disappeared under the mask and cape, Forget-me-not and he looked at the terrible mark, not knowing that it was indecent. It was a mistake to approach the old healer from the blind spot.

      «Pine damn you!» the mentor of the healers hissed and, with the agility of a young griffix, jumped away from the cub, hitting her with a paw, from which she yelled and rolled on the ground. Tears of their own accord welled up in her eyes and Forget-me-not didn't understand what she had done wrong, her little heart beat faster, the cub was scared.

      «Mother, mommy!..»

      «Away, child of the witch! Devoured her brother and was born alone!» the old healer swore as if a small and fragile Forget-me-not had ruined her whole life. She did not understand even half of what she was saying and that made it even more terrible, «Damn child, they should have killed you before you...»

      The old healer did not finish, with a wild howl in front of her nose, the one who is afraid and called a witch, they are wary of and even ask the First Warriors to rid their tribe of her appeared.

      «Shut up, old woman!» spitting and hissing, the mother of Forget-me-not and him barred them with her body from the evil healer. Even through the slits in her mask, one could see the furious gaze of amber eyes glittering like lightning. The old healer fell silent, but did not stop growling.

      Forget-me-not pressed into her mother's paw, she wanted to hide from the frightening old woman and prying eyes. The cub felt a gentle, despite its not the warmest shade, a magical aura around their body, it tickled the tips of their fur, slightly obscured the view and caused a strange sensation in the nose. Like always hiding them under her wing, protecting from the hostility of this world, their mother, without saying a word, went to her tent. Forget-me-not no longer wanted to go outside and no longer wanted to listen to him...