A simultaneous blast of a thousand trumpets awakened the beings from different races from their slumber.
Overflowing excitement filled the air.
Everyone ran out in haste to catch the generous gifts dropped by the flying human griffins from the clear morning sky. These were magical rainbow flowers that could heal all ailments.
The grandiose performances displayed the Gryfon nation's joyous celebration for their crown prince's birth.
The human griffins' were revered beings.
Their bodies resembled the humans but shiny scales covered their forearms and feet, while their fingers and toes had hidden sharp claws.
They have human faces but their eyes had the superior eyesight of an eagle and ears with the exceptional hearing of a bat.
Their wings vary in color, distinguishing their profession from birth.
The white-winged human griffins, wielding supernatural might were Vanguard Knights. Next in line in the army were the agile grey winged, possessing half of the white's abilities.
Red-winged were born mages.
Yellow-winged had profound intellects and assigned in political ranks.
Black-winged filled other jobs like miners, office clerk, and others.
Though designated in distinct positions, discrimination did not exist.
While the king bore the countenance of an eagle, his body had the shape of a lion. However, what was terrifying was that he could transform into a human or a Griffin in an instant.
The birth of a Griffin king remained a mystery. Only one successor was born from any family to undergo the tutelage of its predecessor.
Other races feared and envied the Gryfonians because of their mystic abilities and their flourishing nation.
"One should not be deceived by their angelic appearance for in reality are savages within," said the forefathers of other nations.
But these were all lies fabricated by greedy beings, desiring the source of the powers of the Griffin.
They also craved the Gryfonians' fertile lands which produced bountiful healing herbs and magical vegetations. Most of all, to own the overflowing divine spring water in the snowy peaks and the mines of expensive gems beneath the mountains.
These were more than enough for other races living in a wretched state to covet what the Griyfonian's had.
Hence, they instilled fear which turned into hatred, imploring other races to kill human griffins whenever they saw one.
Such misconception intensified through the years. It reached the point that the Gryfonians were shamefully used as the scapegoat for the sins of the evil ones.
One day, a serpent king gathered several rulers from the high-born goblins, lizardines, gremlins, and other races in an open assembly.
Deceitful King Kraitacht stood on his throne while his men dragged corpses of serpent children in the middle of the palace hall.
"My innocent children were attacked by those monsters. It's high time to unite and raise arms against this malicious race, or more of our children will suffer in the future."
Therefore, the alliance orchestrated simultaneous attacks, trapping the valiant Gryfonians. However, the Gryfonians' discipline and power wiped out the alliance instead.
Somehow, though victors, their losses were also great.
Gryfon's King Gahleth decided they leave the mountains and live somewhere far from any races.
Henceforth, the Gryfon nation vanished overnight.
There were rare sightings of human griffins but their whereabouts remained a mystery.