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Stepping back on the limb, Kaaren faded into the shadows, her voice echoing throughout the clearing as she vanished into the dark trees, "You shall see." Silently sticking to the shadows, she made her way to the caves, her home. Navigating the maze of tunnels, she found her way to the deepest cave, curling up on the stone floor and closing her eyes to the world.

Blujay wasn't the only one to have dreams of the past, Kaaren tossed and turned, chained into the memory replaying in her dreams. Memories first of happy times, days spent playing with her brother and cousins, wrestling on the cliffs, daring each other to jump off as their wings grew stronger, feeling the constant winds buffeting her feathers as she stood on the rocky ledges. Watching her father emerge from their cave, a strange chill rushing through her. That was the last she would see of her father, after that day she heard only rumors of his betrayal and saw the effects. Her dreams reminded her of the other gryphons, young and old and how they looked at her after that day, as if she was a disease-carying parasite, a burden not worth their time to kill. She watched as the wounded soldiers returned, their ranks thinned out by bloodshed and their familes looking to her as the source of their loss. She watched once more as the war came to their home, heard the dying screams of her former friends and family, watched as those who slaughtered them thanked her trembling form and left her to die.

As hard as she tried, Kaaren could not wake from her nightmare, trapped in her memories she tossed slammed against the walls and floor of the cave, trying to end them.

An odd peace settled over Kaaren and for the first time in ages she slept peacefully. The next morning when she awoke she sensed someone had been in her cave the night before. Could it have been the intruder? Was she responsible for the peace? Curiousity took the best of Kaaren and she glided down to the forest's edge. Spying the stranger sleeping, she looked around for something she could do in return. 'She probably hasn't eaten in a while, but what does she eat?'
Looking around she finally found some large leaves, washed them in the clear water, and laid them out on the ground before the sleeping form. Then she dived into the lake and within moments had three large fish laying on the leaves before the stranger. Seeing her move slightly, and her work done, she ambled into the forest's shadows, unable to fly with wet wings and feathers.

Somewhere... in the forest, there was a cocoon like thing. It had a strange aura around it. Inside was Stephanie. She had never disappeared. That say years ago the Goddess had taken over and put her in a slumber. Soon... Very soon she would re-awaken. The time draws near.

"Do my eyes deceive, or are you from an ancient family as well? Old magic runs through your veins, as in mine." She said complacently, retreating away from the gryphon and her food out of respect. She had found in the past that that was one of the easiest ways not to get one's face sheared off, being away from others' food.

"As I have said, I am Blujay of the family Thene, one of the oldest lines of sphinx there is. As for why I have come, your guess is as good as mine. There is a chance I am here to forget, there is a chance I am here to forgive, and there is a chance I am here simply because a higher power decided it for me. In any case, I am here, and that is what matters to me at the moment." the sphinx said, sitting straighter as she spoke her name. "Although your race is not as... obscure as you thought. I knew some gryphons well myself. Never have I met one so troubled, however." she sighed and pulled out some knitting she was doing. The blue and green pattern showed a girl, a gryphon, and a waterfall.
"That's odd. This was supposed to be a red and black scarf, not an urn of future sight." Rarely did her yarn defy her will, never did such a violent change happen though.

"Oh yes, heavens that was long ago. What is it? I don't know why you are freaking out. Who is the girl?" She started charming the scarf back to the way it was supposed to be, but a small pop and the knitting needles started to get red-hot. Blujay threw the partly-made scarf into the lake on instinct before pulling out another piece of knitting to work on instead.