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Arathyn was vain.
Arathyn was vain. She knew she was the best, the most beautiful, and the most helpful mythic. But not everyone agreed.
Clarynth was the opposite of Arathyn. Odd, since they were sisters. Clarynth was a warrior, a fighter. She didn't care what Arathyn was doing, nor where she was.
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"Arathyn!!" a voice thundered throughout the tower.
"What?" she asked, looking away from the mirror for a minute. She didn't want to look away.
"Get out here," Arathyn barely recognized the voice. She tried to push out every memory of that voice, every second she had heard it, everything about it. "Alright, I'm coming," Arathyn sighed. She got up from the vanity, and exited the room. She went down the stairs, making sure to hold her skirt up gracefully, just like her mother taught her.
Clarynth was sitting at the foot of the stairs. She brushed her stringy auburn hair behind her ear, and looked back up at Arathyn. She hadn't bothered to remove her armor. The worn steel sat on her shoulders and legs, the chestpiece having been broken. Her leather combat boots had tracked mud onto the carpet.
When Arathyn saw the dust-covered girl sitting on the steps, she almost screamed. "What did you do? Do you think those carpets are replacible!?" Arathyn cried.
"They are. Don't pretend that you don't know who I am," Clarynth said, crossing her arms.
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HEY its basically a RR also if this no one posts I'll post myself. Guess me!
submitted by The Narrator, age XX, Mythical Realm
(September 17, 2017 - 12:11 am)
(September 17, 2017 - 12:11 am)
Are you....General Waffleson?
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Arathyn sighed.
"Why have you come, sister?"
Clarynth's was grave. "I have news."
"What sort of news?" Arathyn was on edge now.
"News from our uncle, the king. The gryphons are gone."
Arathyn gaped at her sister. "Gone? All of them?"
Clarynth closed her hazel eyes and nodded sadly.
The gryphons were a very important part of the kingdom. Arathyn could hardly imagine living without them. Every year, there was a festival celebrating the magnificent creatures. Some gryphons were wild, grazing around the mountainous areas where they mad each their home. There were also royal gryphons who lived on the castle grounds.
"Uncle Toryn wants to see both of us at the council this evening."
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(September 17, 2017 - 9:15 am)
(September 17, 2017 - 3:29 pm)
@Leeli, No, I am not General Waffleson! Keep guessing!
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That evening at the council, King Toryn addressed the issue. "As some of you have noticed, this morning, there were no royal gryphons on castle grounds. Townspeople have been reporting that there were no wild gryphons in the foothills and mountains."
"We should see if someone took them!" Max, the head mage, said.
"But that's impossible," Addis, the captain of the guard cried. "How can one person 'take' every gryphon in the Kingsom? And even if it were possible, where would anyone get the time to take every gryphon in the Kingdom!?"
Clarynth leaned forward onto the table. "No matter what happened, something must've happened to them. Gryphons can't just disappear in thin air! I say we sent out a scouting mission to the mountains to report if they find anything."
"Madame Clarynth," King Toryn addressed her. "If the council were to send a scouting party to the mountains, who would lead it? How many people would be in this scouting group? And what would they do if they found something?"
"Well, I --" Clarynth started.
"I would be willing to lead a scouting mission," Addis said, cutting Clarynth off. Clarynth crossed her arms reluctantly.
"I don't know if we should send out a scouting party," Arathyn interjected, speaking for the first time during the council. "What if there is something in the mountains that no one in the party can fight?"
King Toryn was about to reply when the air in front of the table behind him crackled. "What was that?" Arathyn cried.
Just then, a Helle realm portal opened, red fire spitting out of the air that it had come from. Toryn stood from the table. Arathyn screamed. Clarynth and Addis drew their weapons, Addis with her sword and Clarynth with her scythe. Max cried out and started immediately disspelling the portal.
"Who did this?" King Toryn yelled.
"Max is head mage. He's the most skilled with magic ant portal summoning," Addis said, pointing her sword in the general direction of Max.
"Clarynth knows magic," Arathyn retorted.
"I do not!" Clarynth spat.
"SILENCE!" King Toryn yelled above the chatter. "There is a traitor in our midst."
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OoO I wonder what will happen...
(September 17, 2017 - 8:27 pm)