Mordred looked down at his sworn arch enemy: a young man his age, with blood red hair in curls and piercing green eyes. The boy had a fragile stature, but was nonetheless one of the most respected Gryphon Knights of King Arthur: Alastor Snow. Mordred had found him and his gryphon, a female with brown feathers with autumn leaves like sprinkles, wounded after the battle during the evening. He had bound them with magic. Mordred had no idea what to do now. He was also surprised he even hesitated
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