your village had been ravaged by a flying lion recently. Or was I’d a four legged eagle. Hard to tell. But it had been stealing and killing the townsfolk. And tonight, you were victim. You had been grabbed from your bed when your home back crumbling down. And now you were several 100 feet into the air and being carried deep into the mountains. You look up to see. A griffin. That’s what it was. She was taking you to her nest. But why?