Today, we shall recount the tale of Sir Leon, a griffon of exceedingly common birth that all of you know quite well already.
With the sudden, crackling pop! of a magical discharge, Sombra dropped to the ground in a heap. Leon the Griffon Guard calmly replaced his dazer in its holster and resumed standing guard. “Next in line!”
Yeah. That guy. But this is not the tale of how he prevented the former King Sombra from entering the Crystal Empire, for that came later. Rather, this is the tale of what drove Sir Leon to leave his native Griffonstone for the shimmering jewel that is the Crystal Empire. Bring drink and make yourselves comfortable, for this is a tale as long as the day itself.
In the crumbling town of Griffonstone, a griffon named Leon — who was unnoteworthy aside from having a name that did not start with ‘G’ — stood on the street examining the wall of a building. The wall, too, was unnoteworthy save for a colorful poster on it advertising the vacationing and sightseeing opportunities the Crystal Empire had to offer the world.
“Neat,” said Leon.
And… that’s it, apparently, so I suppose it’s not long so much as it’s just uninteresting.
Well! Looks like that’s all we have for right now, so until the next bit of Leon’s story starts, why not listen to some soothing music? You may even just want to check back tomorrow, or perhaps at an even later date. After Doomsday, perhaps.
Listen, you little snots, I don’t care what you do, but you can’t do it in Story Corner! Now scram, or I’ll tell your parents very unflattering things about you, do you hear me?
Beat it!