I woke as a griffin once more, screaming and thrashing on the bed, getting tangled in the blanket that they had thrown over me. Tears streamed down my face as I thrashed, the cloth barely containing me as it ripped. "NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO!" claws gripped me and tried to pin me back to the bed, further shaking my mind. I could barely make out them screaming at me in an attempt to placate me, their voices drowned out by my own.

After what seemed like an hour, I was lying on the bed, curled up in a tight ball crying to myself. Freida was sitting on the bed, holding me in her lap and stroking my head as a few nurses and orderlies herded around us. I was gripping a piece of the blanket in my right claw, the near black appendage contrasting against the lighter fabric. I had finally come down from my 'fit of death' as I call them, usually I had to grow into a body before I could remember anything previously encountered.

"Fuck, that was the second most horrible one yet." I was finally calm enough to talk, the doctor obviously wanting to know what had happened to trigger my reaction. Freida stopped petting me, instead she helped me into a sitting position and continued to hold me. "That was the worst way I've nearly died in years, tell me, have you ever killed something, nearly die falling off a cliff only to pass out on a road to the nearest hospital?"

Of course the looks I was receiving were less than stellar. For all of the centuries that I had dealt with, this was the one were I had to go back to swords and arrows, just as the porn was getting weird. The nurses and orderlies were beginning to thin out due to disinterest, apparently I had calmed down enough. The doctor had decided that I had enough time to cool and was now ready for questioning.

"Could you tell us your name, we have yet to actually establish that due to other circumstances."

"Well, I can't... well I guess I could tell you. My name is... is... I think I was Florence... or was it... no, I think it was Felix!" I had barely remembered the name I had been born with, my memory a hazy as Alaskan blizzards. I knew for certain that I had a dog and a bike, some sort of two wheeled contraption. I think I had a brother or two...

"Hello? Are you still with us?" Freida was snapping her claws in my face, making me blink. "You spaced off there for a minute. Are you sure that your okay?"

I blinked and shook my head, trying to clear out the memories that invaded my head. "I just had a bit of a flashback, I have no idea where the hell I'm from for some reason."

That of course raised a few eyebro... 'I have no idea what to call them at this stage.' I thought to myself. 'Eh, screw it, eyebrows it is!' The nurses that were still there decided that now was a good time to mention the fact that I was severally in debt to the crown due to the fact that he owns the hospital. I was not amused. But of course, my choices were either work off my debt, or try to pay it off by questing. Thankfully I only owed three thousand gold.

"At least the price is reasonable." I let go of Freida and rolled onto my back to stretch, somehow stretching my wings out without knowing how. "Wow, I have no idea how I did that." Ever since I came here I had been operating on the basis that I wasn't going to stay, like I was in a dream that I could change at any given time. Now that I knew that I was stuck, I was just going to have to deal very thoroughly with what I was stuck with. The only things that I had going for me were the fact that I could still eat meat and I had opposable thumbs. Down side were mounting, I didn't know how to fly this wasn't my native species and I had no Idea why they were coming onto me. Another down side... I might be dead or dying and this will all be a dream.

I finally decided to get a good look at myself, I had a black and white coloration to my feathers, black being the primary color and white edges. I had the rear end of a lynx, but they were rather lithe and muscled like ripcords. My arms were obsidian scaled and the claws were like silver knives. All in all, I looked bad ass. In my opinion. All that mattered was mine anyways. The only down side was my new height. from what I could tell comparing myself to others, I was on the short end of a very skewed spectrum.

Of course, If I had control over myself like usual, It wouldn't be a problem. I have a serious mental issue. There is someone else in my head, and sometimes he likes to take over. 'You do know that I can hear you you know?' I call him Tamyris. He is an asshole. "Hey, we are stuck like this and we agreed not to bitch about when I decided to have a turn at the wheel!"

I could talk alright, but he had motor control at the moment, rendering it useless unless I wanted to let him have full control. Before I left to watch from the back of our imaginary break room, I decided to leave out friends a parting gift. "If Tamyris does anything weird, just smack him, that should make sure he doesn't wreck this body up like our last one."

The doctor and the rest of them looked at me like I had yet again, said the weirdest thing in their lives. As I let go of the metaphorical wheel in our head, I found myself in a room and in the same body, of course I was still in my subconscious, so that was an improvement. Our split happened around my twelfth birthday, the days around that time were a blank and my parents never told me what happened, only that it was an accident and they would never let it happen again.

Taking up an entire "wall" was what we interpreted as a "screen" to what the other was doing through our eyes. their was a coffee table with baubles and intricately "crafted" items that would be impossible to make in the real world. around the table were two chairs and a couch for leisure, not needed as in our mind we didn't feel anything. Oh well, aesthetics matter any way. I was just going to wait around to see if any of our present company would freak out due to the drastic change in personality, but an interesting thing happened, I fell out.

Now, to those who don't understand what the FUCK just happened, I fell out of our designated "safe-house" in the destructive center of our psyche. Ever have a bad dream? That was what I fell into, since I was just another one of the ID's, I could literally die in a dream. I think. I hope not. I don't have a firm grasp on psychology okay? The worst part was the fact that falling out held the consequence of not being able to figure out which way to go to get back after doing so.

Well, the worst part only compounded upon the fact that I was still in Griffinstone. RIGHT NEXT TO TAMYRIS WITH THE REST OF THEM STARING AT ME.

Author's Note

Tamyris: pronounced "Ta-mir-riss"