“Kristina. Can. I. Have. A. Little. Help!” Darius didn’t know how he got into this situation, on top of a griffin, fighting for his life as it snaped at him and his backpack.
“Darius, how but why… Again?”
“I’ll tell you later, just know I don’t like this anymore than you do. Before that, are the eggs hatching?!”
Almost as if the griffin could hear him, it quickly turned its head and looked directly at Kristina. “Oh, shit!”
She took off. Before Darius could find a way to climb off it, the griffin chased after her, “Kristina! Do not stop running!”
Without looking back, she yelled, “Not that I needed you to tell me!”
While holding onto dear life, Darius thought to himself, “Need to think. Eggs are hatching and the griffin is way too big for me to pull over. Kristina is fast, she’ll be able to outrun it for a short time, and my backpack is… currently ripped with nothing inside, great. Alright, may be if I…”
At the same time, Kristina was having her own thoughts, “This is bad, very bad, plan B’s a bust and I don’t think Darius’s plan C will work right now, got to think of a plan D. Ah, plan D- D- feat all enemies, got it, so simple and to the point.”
Kristina turned to face the beast and tossed the cracked egg into the air. Startled and confused, also probably agitated, the griffin reared up to grab the egg. Darius had taken the chance to slide off, so with one egg still attached to her back, she grabbed him and tossed him into some nearby foliage: jumping in right behind him.
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“Let me just say it out loud. You are ridiculously strong.”
The two of them watched as the griffin recovered her egg and started digging a small hole. It placed the egg in the hole and covered it with some leaves before jumping around searching for the people who had attempted to steal the egg.
“Alright, Darius, I bought us some time, use that brain of yours to think up another plan. I’m putting my foot down on plan C.” He begrudgingly agreed after a moment, but while he was thinking Kristina feel something bump against her leg. “Darius, you should look at this.”
He followed her eyes and there it was, right on her back, a little baby griffin. “Son of a!” The griffin turned its head towards the two witless hunters and slowly made its way towards them, but something distracted it. A muffled and familiar but less ear-piercing shriek. Back in the foliage, Kristina who had covered Darius’s mouth shot him an extremely angry glare. “Sorry, a lot of bottled-up emotions here.”
“The griffin will be on us in about say, T-minus 1 minute. We have a baby griffin with us, and a giant adult griffin that wants to kill us. What’d you think up?”
“Here’s plan D-”
She cuts him off, “Oh, I already had a plan D, we’re on plan E now.”
“Does that matter?!”
A loud, but endurable screech from the griffin, they both glanced over the bush only to see the griffin running off far away from the village with another little griffin in her beak.
It was Darius who broke their long silence, “I think we just beat the griffin. Mission accomplished.”