Rebuilding of Griffinstone was well underway. The central tree was being replaced with a new tree.

Instead of it being grown under greed and bloodshed, peace and friendship were being implemented.

The old cottages the griffins lived in were being rebuilt with new, fresher thatch roofs, and stronger mud bricks.

Over seeing the reconstruction was Gilda. She along with her new friends.

The introduction of baking powder had taken The once fallen nation by storm. In the coming weeks it had become a newly found pastime of after the daily work to sit down and talk about life with the scrumptious griffinscones at the claw.

"And then Brock let go of the wood, and it fell on Grampa Gruffs head! And Brock said, Guess I should have said timber!" Spoke a beautiful dark grey griffiness by the name of Harpie. Gruff, an old wiry bird with his beak stuffed with scone laughed.

"Ya, You got me real hard on the old head!" Giggled Gruff as he pointed a yellow claw to his bald battered head.

A large male griffin with white fur, black head feathers ending in a reddish tint, murmured in agreement.

Gilda who had just returned with a new batch of scones looked around, Everyone was giggling childishly. Harpie reached out a silver talon towards the platter Gilda was holding. "Don't mind if I have one more." Harpie voiced in her husky rasp.

"Of course not." Gilda replied. A rush off pride surges through her. She thought it would be difficult but it was actually quite easy. Perhaps every griffin just wanted the

Griffin Nation to be seen as it was believed in Equestria, The dragon lands, Minos (home the minotaurs), Saddle Arabia, Gallopfrey, the Changling union, and Oceania (an under sea kingdom of merponies, sea lions, and dolphins). These other countries ether viewed the griffins as a knowledgeable people, rich in science, art, and untraditional magic. Others thought if them as barbaric, greedy, semi-sentient beings, like mini dragons.

They were neither. The griffins once ruled a great kingdom rich in wealth and knowledge, making frequent trades with Saddle Arabia and Minos, but often going to war with Equestria and the Changling union. And the kingdom was getting out of time when they lived in chaos and greed. They now hoped to become a powerful and peaceful country,becoming allies with Minos, Oceania and Equestria.

An hour pasted and the sun was setting. "Okay, dweebs. Let's get to bed, Shada, bring out the moon guard." Called out Gilda, part of her former rude attitude peeking through. Her sharp caught the glance of a black feathered griffiness. Shada. She had slender dark purple talons, more raven like the eagle. Her head was sleek and jet black. Her beak long, grey, and pointed with serrations. She nodded her head and stalked off in a wolf like manner. Sneaking out of the shadows were a few dozen generic black griffins, each with the same grey talons, pointed black heads, and wore dark blue armor with red accents.

The moon guard stood at the edge of the city. The griffins trotted inside their cottages. Gilda smiled. Often they would have a tussle but in the past two weeks they were becoming more obedient.