You awoke in a beautiful room, arching branches over a large, cushy bed. It was dark, a dim blue light illuminating the large room. It was beautiful, but there were no windows. …how did you get here? You sat up, glancing around the ornate room. …Griffin-made, probably.

The door in the front of the room cracked open, before a tall, grand figure stepped inside. It was a Griffin, a tall one, with yellow feathers and gleaming golden attire. She stepped into the room, tilting her head and flicking a long, sleek ear. “I apologize for the inconvenience. I am the First Magus of the Incantic Council. Welcome to the Citadel.”