• Standing there a little child. I jumped up spreading my arms up high, imagining that I could fly.
    A sudden gust of winters wind blew right past me as a chill ran down my spin.
    My bones stretched out wide as feather were overlaping my skin.
    More feather grew upon my chest finally covering my entire body.
    I lookd down only noticing now that I had four legs with big feet attached.
    My mouth enlarged itself into a beak that had a rare sharp point to it. I pecked at a bug that slight reached to my shoulder.
    My griffin claws locked into place as I took off.
    Snow was chrashing forth onto my head with a rough pitter patter.
    I was free.