Bridget

The 45th day of the 13th month in the year 1038 The diary of Ananda currently aged 15 years and 3 months. Nick is so annoying! Today Gaudior gave me a beautiful set of arrows fledged with griffin feathers, to use with my new bow, and he got all annoyed and upset. I explained that they were from a wild griffin, not a talking griffin like him, but he wouldn’t listen. ‘How would you feel if I using something made of human skin around you!’ he yelled at me. When I pointed out that I was the only human on the planet, so that wouldn’t really work, he just ignored me. The 41st day of the 14th month in the year 1038 The diary of Ananda currently aged 15 years and 4 months.

Nick hasn’t spoken to me for a whole month! It feels so weird not being able to talk to my best friend. Those stupid arrows! They don’t even fly straight; I wish Gaudior had never given them to me. The 42nd day of the 14th month in the year 1038 The diary of Ananda currently aged 15 years and 4 months. After I wrote that yesterday I went and apologized to Nick, I removed the feathers from the arrows and took them with me, I suggested we give them a burial, he laughed when I said that and agreed. We had a funeral for the griffin feathers, and Nick is talking to me again. I’m so happy. ‘Where’s my armour?!’ I screamed. ‘Um... that guy took it.’ Nick said, indicating a man running away with a large bundle of dragon skin armour in his arms. I chased after him, unsheathed my sword, and stabbed him through the back. He gasped and fell to the ground, dead. I walked back to Nick holding my armour. ‘Have I ever mentioned your terrifying?’ He said. I focused on the image of an eagle in my mind, erasing all other thoughts, and I felt myself begin to change. I heard the grinding and cracking of my bones as they changed position, and felt my muscles and organs shrink and shift about inside me. I began to itch all over as feathers grew out of my skin, and there was a massive crack and a quick jolt of pain as my shoulders moved backwards. My hands melted into my arms, now wings, and I began to shrink. Was almost completely transformed, the only thing left was my beak. I felt my nose and my mouth melt together, and turn hard and yellow; the new nose/mouth began to protrude from my face, until it formed a beak. I took off and flew through the sky, I heard someone say ‘hey look, an eagle.’