![]() ![]() ![]() “They are stubborn beasts,” he replied from the void of my shadow, his voice more sinister than his true demeanor. I turned to the shadows next to me, well aware that my mystical creature-my eldrin-lurked in the darkness. While the citizens of West Landin would have to prove themselves to the griffins in a Trial of Worth, I had already been tested and found worthy. Giddiness twisted my insides with each new breath. Eight months ago it had become a reality, but it hadn’t yet sunk into my heart and gut. For fifteen years I had imaged bonding with a mystical creature and becoming an arcanist. I had never visited the Isle of Landin before now, but I had heard amazing tales of their fearsome griffins since I was old enough to remember stories. ![]() I watched from afar, on a rocky cliff that overlooked half the isle, the pre-morning winds disheveling my inky black hair. The city officials gathered before the dawn, prepping for the evening celebrations. Today the griffins of West Landin would choose who to bond with. ![]()
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