Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-31148069-20180624180830/@comment-30921738-20180626144638

Akurle looked over the griffin again. She could barely remember what a lion even looked like, but she was sure they didn't have spots.

"Lions don't have spots." She murmured.

"No, it's just my unique pattern."

Akurle continued to stare at him, completely confused. "You said I fell off a cliff? How did you know I was there..."

He smiled. "Because... I work for the Dark Lord."

Akurle stared at him blankly. Suddenly he started laughing hysterically. He kept laughing for a long time before he realized that Akurle had no idea what he was talking about.

"Dark... lard? What's so funny?" She cocked her head to side.

He seemed more surprised than she was confused. "Dark LORD. You don't know who he is?"

She shook her head.

He seemed even more surprised. "Seriously? You don't know who he is?"

She shook her head.

"Okay, forget it. By the way, my name is Cronin. (crow-nin) What's yours?" He smiled at her.

She was about to speak when she realized she didn't even know her own name. "I...." She trailed off.

Now it was his turn to stare at her. "That's a weird name."

"No, that's not my name."

"Then what is it?"

She paused. "I.... I'm not sure. I don't know."

He stared at her. "You don't know your own name?"

She nodded.

"Oh.... geez, you must have had one blow to the head..." He muttered.