OK, I can talk again. This all happened a long time ago. Forever ago. Is it only a year and a half?

I hated Khasra. The New One who beat me. I couldn't hate Sharrah. I deserved what she did. Somehow. This... this is where everything started to come apart in my head.

I don't remember a lot about the next few weeks. Sharrah got bored with me. She had started to take my head apart, and shape me like she wanted... and then she just got bored, and left me. In pieces. Everything was so strange.

I wish I could remember. Maybe it's better that I can't.

I went back to my old duties. Flew patrols, and scouted. And... and Khasra. We fought some. But he was different. Somehow. And lost to me. We... stopped hating eachother. I still wanted to kill him.... but he was good to me. Fed me. We hunted sometimes. Mated sometimes. Skies I wanted to kill him. I don't understand. I didn't understand.

He started to put me back together. Help my head. He didn't twist me, like She did. He was good, but not soft. Fierce and strong, like a gryphon should be. But he helped me. I wanted to kill him.

And then I remember this. So clear. He saved my life. I... something happened, in my head. We were talking, and something happened. I wanted to die, more than anything. I tried. I remember it so clear. I planted my left hindpaw, and turned, hard... swung my whole body and weight into it, and slammed the top of my head into the rock. Wanted to break my head, and make it all stop. I tried to do it again, but he stopped me. He held me down, and stopped me.

He saved me.

He... told me he loved me.