Gryphon Fable (Annotated) Page 4

imperiously down at them, blocking the magic doorway built upon a tomb. Though far from dusk, the site lay already in shadow of Hrothgar. Snow-buffed wind blew through the door, billowing Zariah’s cloak and revealing the stolen treasure beneath.

|c990000Near dusk, already in the shadow of Mount Hrothgar. Meaning a barrow close on the eastern side of the mountain’s base. Ivarstead is built near one such place. |r

“The Lady of Night would not know me, and therefore never move against me this way,” said the Gryphon. But even then, doubt crept into his voice. He had spent an age in solitude and knew not of the Daedra, nor any of their kin. And already, they were surrounded by crows and tendrils of shadow.

“We lied!” Gray cried, frightened and compelled to truthfulness. “I am her pet and sought escape. Zariah helped me. But the Lady of Night takes all things back in the dark.” He peeked past the Gryphon into the doorway. “We will return your treasures and take all the more on your behalf if you give us sanctuary!”

The dark closed in like water, pooling around them, lapping at their feet. Zariah drew her weapons, defending Gray from tendrils of shadow. The Gryphon then judged her worthy of his boon of power, being both of great skill and courage, and loyal to her small friend.

The Gryphon raked his talons through the tendrils of shadow, but they had no quarrel with him, only the two thieves. “To my domain!” called the Gryphon, moving back to let them through the door at last.

But it was too late.

Zariah held back the night’s darkness with a thin tunnel of starlight, just wide enough for Gray to slip through. Then, using the boon of power the Gryphon had just given her, she sealed the door to the Gryphon’s domain with Gray and the Gryphon on the far side.

Gray keened for Zariah. He pawed and scratched at the locked door until his nails bled. The Gryphon, however

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