"Where am I, Gerod?"
"Where am I, Gerod?" You ask the griffon finally after a moment of silence. "I know you do not believe me, but I do not know where I am."
"Did you hit your head?" The griffon questions, giving you a once-over once again as he tries to figure out why someone would not know where they were. "Are you experiencing amnesia?"
"No! No, I know who I am, my name is Alex and..." You say aloud, though you can feel the buzz return to your brain when you try to dredge up any information about yourself. "I do not belong here." You state loudly, as if trying to convince yourself as much as Gerod. "Please Gerod, tell me where I am so that I may find my way home."
The griffon sighed wearily. "You are in Fabulvania." He tells you with a hint of pride in his voice. "Every creature here is a child of the wind."
You flap your wings nonchalantly as you take in the griffon's words, as if the flapping of the wings was an unspoken agreement between the two of you.
"Fabulvania...I've never heard of it." You admit to Gerod. "I live in a place called the USA...I think." You mutter, staring down at the ground in despair as you find less and less of your previous identity in your head. "I just wish to return back to where I came."
"I do not know where I can find this USA you've mentioned, but I have many friends wiser than I." Gerod admits to you without a hint of shame, as if he had long ago accepted the fact that he was not the brightest of creatures. "Maybe one of them could help you in finding your way back home? There are many out there who have seen and learned more than I, I am certain they will be able to help."
You look at the griffon with renewed hope as you begin to grasp the concept that this creature before you could help you to return to your home. Even thought you cannot remember much of your previous life, you still knew that what was happening to you now is not how you were meant to live. You know that you are meant to be human, not a winged beast of the air. And though now you are a sphinx, going back to your own would surely change you back to your human form and restore any and all memories you had lost.
"Gerod I would be most grateful if you would take me to see your wise friends so that I may find my way home." You say to the griffon, dipping into a low bow directed at the griffon.
"Well Alex, prepare yourself, for we have a long journey ahead of us so that we may meet my good friend, Dracul." Gerod says with a grin.
Written by Czar Lawrence III on 07 January 2013
