The Flame Wars
Silver Griffin walked slowly up and down the field, banging on a small tray he had found in the shabby old crowstarver's den. He hated crowstarving! Just because a horse started kicking and ran off when he tried to take them back to the stables! At least it's time for lunch. He thought, picking up a small lunchbox and wandering off into the woods nearby. He found a nice little log up against a small rock and sat down on its damp, mossy surface. After he had finished his delicious chicken bap, Silver slumped back against the smooth rock, and, surprisingly, he fell right through!
When Silver clambered up, he saw that he was in a small cavern with a vertical tunnel that he had fallen from, and a small archway into another room. After several fruitless attempts at scaling the tunnel, he decided to explore the rest of the cavern. As he walked through the archway, he heard a loud, spooky voice from the corner
"I have been waiting for you, Silver." The voice said, and, out of the corner stepped a man in his forties, with short, spiky black hair. He had a small sword hanging from his waist and wore a full suit of armor.
"So… You think that I'm an Elf? That's ridiculous!" Silver exclaimed to the man, who was called Jonah.
"Kind of. Actually, you're a winged elf. There is a difference, you know. A normal elf has no wings, and actually, they died out seven-hundred-twenty-two hundred years ago. Anyway, you might want to consider joining me, or at least come back to find me next week so I can prove that I tell the truth." Jonah explained, matter -of-factly, and then, everything went black. The next thing he knew, Silver was back in the field banging his tray, an empty lunch box in his bag. I have one heck of an imagination… He thought to himself, as he continued banging at his tray.