Our story begins the night Kefira, the first of the Pure Hearts, finds herself in quite a predicament....
Breath tore itself raggedly from the tired girl's throat, the chill not seeming to bother her as she ran, barefoot, through the thick trees. Brambles grabbed at her feet and clothes, cutting into her skin and tearing off pieces of her garments.
Reaching a clearing, she fell to her knees, trying desperately to force the cold air back into her weary lungs. Their was something odd about her light hair, and as she turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, tears streamed down her cheeks. The full moon shone down on the girl, and as the person following her came into view, the tips of her hair had changed to feathers.
Her mouth opened to say something, but it was too late. In a matter of minutes there was no longer a girl, but a great gryphon. The woman that had followed her into the woods realized too late that she should have heeded Kefira's warnings to stay away from her.
In the morning, the girl returned to her home, tears streaming down her eyes as she locked herself in her room, even if there was no one there to disturb her. Several days later the woman was reported missing.
