Michael's PoV
I was floating in a black void, listening some fragments of conversations, also, when i was looking around, I could see several big white spheres, but as I approached, they began to turn translucent, allowing me to see fragments of memories, however these also were mixing with others, I will assume that the real owner of this body.
??? PoV
"Augustus, are you awake?" a stern voice snapped me out of my sleep and put me on alert, a moment later, a griffon wearing a coat of mail, a pair of gauntlets, ceremonial armor and a sword approached me, one of the main details in the era the great look of pride in his eyes.
"Come, come, cub, is not the time to be sleeping, today is a great day, today is the ceremony of the first flight, and we want you, as the future king of this aerie, to guide the others in this glorious day."
"Father, is it really necessary for me to participate in this ceremony?" I said, groaning, "not that I'm complaining, but half of the other puppies even been able to take off."
"There is no matter of flying or not, my son, is a matter of showing integrity, courage and valor that requires to the mighty griffons to take off with their own power." replied my father, frowning, "moreover, what kind of message to the people would be that their own crowned prince does not show up in the most important ceremony on our culture ?, By the way, this year the princesses of the sun and moon will be present, they have been a stalwart support in the future of this aerie, allowing us to set home on their territory."
"The general Silverhawk has told me that we should have not asked for permission to settle here, the old griffons took what they wanted." I said, looking at my father defiantly.
After a few tense moments, my father just sighed, looking sadly.
"Stories of an era in which simply we were savages, but if you want to talk about history, let me remind you, my son, never we have won a military campaign against the heavenly sisters in more than seven hundred years, and that our forces were annihilated in the time when we "deal a decisive blow' on Princess Celestia."
"But we could have..."
"ENOUGH!" My father said, "will not allow the stories of a general who fell from grace and was rescued from certain death by pity for him stain your honor, my son, always remember that first and foremost, the security of your subjects, your friends and your family is first of an alleged pride, remember this always, Augustus. "
"Yes, Father," I replied, "sorry to mention history"
"Never forget this, we have a time of peace because of it."
Michael's PoV
It was snowing heavily outside, the flakes of snow perched on trees and rooftops, in my room, four people were sitting around the fire, warming up in this bad weather and telling stories.
"... And they lived happily ever after" Johanna, one of the girls that was caring finished his story, his blue eyes shining, thanks to the flames of the fireplace.
"Michael, can you tell us a story, please?" Steven, another child, she said, smiling with open mouth while Peter, his twin, gorged with sweets we took secretly from the kitchen.
"Hmm," I hummed, "Let me tell you about a king which began as a simple commoner, but became a legend with the help of one of the most powerful wizards in the world, called Merlin."
"But Wizards and mages doesn't exist" Peter said, between bites, "All of them are just a bunch of hooey"
"Maybe, Maybe not, but tell me, young Peter, how can you prove that magic doesn't exist in this world?" I replied, staring at the four infants, "I believe that magic exists to protect and to be a force for good, things like black magic are simply used by people who do not want to recognize that it can and has the potential to become hope for everyone else. "I said, convinced of my words.
""And why do you believe that, Michael?" Johanna asked, cocking her head.
"Because..."
Present time, near the Friendship castle
"...Sometimes you only need to believe." the unconcious griffon mumbled to no one in particular