Chain Of Heavens

The moment Grandfather and I climbed into the leather saddle strapped across the giant griffin's back, the mythical beast unleashed a powerful, deafening screech that echoed through the clouds.

SCREEEEEECH!

With a single explosive thrust of its massive, golden-feathered wings, the griffin launched us off the stone dock and into the open sky.

The initial surge of acceleration slammed me back against the saddle, the rush of wind whipping through my hair as we rocketed straight upward. I instinctively gripped the leather reins, my knuckles turning white for a brief second as our altitude rose rapidly. But as my body adjusted to the flight, the overwhelming thrill of riding a flying beast across a magical sky took over.

Leaning slightly over the side of the saddle, I looked down at the breathtaking city below.