"Flying"
All griffins love flying. There's probably a rule somewhere that says, if you don't LOVE flying, with all your heart, you can't be a griffin, not really, because a true griffin would choose flying over anything else in the world.
Then again, I am a Rogue Wing. We don't follow the rules. Still, I think the flying rule would apply to every griffin, even the ones who are tough and cool like us!
I am soaring through the sky. The wind is in my face. It stings my eyes, but I love it anyway. The summer sun in big and bright. The only clouds in the sky are little, puffy, white ones. No sign of rain anywhere. I am surrounded by a world of beautiful blue.
Everything is perfect.
"Wake up, D.!" an annoying voice cries.
My eyes open and the dream ends. I'm back in my real life now. I'm a simple cub again,and I'm sitting up in a dirty nest. The waking world returns to me, a reality where I'm just a kid and I've never flown in my life.
And nothing is perfect. Not even my dream of flying, the one I have every night, because it always ends.
