Chapter 4: Prologue

The first time I remember my uncle Gryphon was at my grandfather's funeral; he seemed odd thinking about something as he paced around the funeral home; as I would learn nine years later, he was thinking of a certain someone, a girl to be specific. I wandered over to him, curious as any other nine-year-old, he seemed lost in thought as he strode his way over to a nearby sofa and plopped down sighed, and began to start messing around with his watch while staring at its dial, so I plopped down onto the brown leather sofa land right beside him. He was so lost in his train of thought, he did not appear even to detect my company. I looked at the watch he was wearing; I have to say, being more knowledgeable as I am now an adult, it was a pretty luxurious timepiece; it had a silver with roman numerals to mark the time, with a brown leather strap so dark it was almost black, the clasp and case appeared to be constructed out of stainless steel. I tugged on his suit to attract his attention; after a couple of tugs, he turned and looked at me with his hazel eyes, which were teared up to the point I could see my reflection gazing back at me. Seeing that I had gotten his attention focused on me,

I asked him, "Who are you?"

He said, "I don't know anymore since that tragedy has befallen me, but I suppose I would be your uncle, Gryphon." "What tragedy?" I asked, thinking that perhaps I could help. "I don't want to speak about it, but maybe when I am gone, you might find out."

After that, I became curious about the identity of my uncle Gryphon, so I trotted over to my mother; it was my father's father whom we were holding this funeral for, I tugged on the sleeve of her funeral attire, which immediately seized her attention, and I tapped my ear twice as this was our signal that I desired to speak with her discreetly; we created this sign as I'm not too fond of it when I have to talk around people. As soon as I gave her that gesture, she tried to end the exchange as fast as she could without displaying that she was being rude. After a couple of minutes, when I could sense that she was done, I grabbed her hand and pulled her along like she was on a leash to the hallway. The layout of the building was that when you walked in, there would be a hallway with four separate doors, two of which led to an area where you could view the deceased. The other two doors led to an office, where many files were kept, and the other was a break room with a vending machine, sofa, sink, and television. When we were in the hallway, I said, "let's go to the break room."

"Ok, sweety." She said in a smitten voice. "Mom, how many times do I have to tell you that I do not like being called sweety." "Ok, 'Sweety." She answered in an antagonizing manner. "Mom!" "Ok, I'll stop." She said in an unctuous tone, chuckling to herself. I tugged her arm hard to get her to follow me. "Ow! Why did you do that?" "Cause you deserved it, besides it was only a matter of time till someone else does, and it might as well be me who gets the honors." As we entered the break room, I looked up at the television to see what was playing, as it was a habit currently Star Wars was emitting from the screen. I sat down on the loveseat, and while she took the sofa, I took a deep breath and proceeded with my questions.

"Mom, I got a question for you." "Yes, Florian?" Yes, my mom and dad decided on the name Florian, a Swiss-Italian name meaning flower. "Mom, who is my uncle Gryphon, and why is he so depressed?" Her happy smile and go-lucky attitude disappeared as if a black hole suddenly appeared and sapped all the happiness out of her; she's usually always delighted when I'm around; she says that this is because I'm the flower in her life, hence the name Florian. "Well, Florian, he is my brother." A look of surprise must have appeared on my face because as soon as she said that, she followed it up by saying, "I know, your probably going to ask me why I didn't let you see or meet him." I forget what the reasons were, but I would get to know from the book he wrote, he also gave me some money, so much, in fact, I would never have to work again, and could spend my life lavishly every day. He never told me where he got this money, just said that he got it through legal means. He said to publish this book, so here it is.

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