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As Lena watched the sea, she began to think on her Deamon's words...So he did assist her albiet only keeping her from becoming just a simple killer. Well, that was indeed nice, she would have never discovered the many treasures she obtained on her journey...This was bringing back some old memories...

Lena's Memories: The Deamon, The Gryphon, The Voice

It probaly happened during her stay at the manor, early on in her years. Maybe at around...six...Thats when she relized the presence that seemed to always follow her. During this time, she was usually berated for failing a task, not cleaning well enough, forced to wear frilly clothing and act like a 'proper lady' when she grew up. So many things, so much yelling...she hated it...

That was until one day, she had snuck a book from the manor's library because she just wanted to read a book. The only thing she was allowed to do was stay cooped up in her room when not needed, or be painted on portraits. Teaching her the most 'important' things such as manners, the dangers of Mamano, all that fun stuff. If she failed even one question she would be whacked by a ruler.

She was frankly tried of the overwork and wanted to read a story, a story of a Gryphon. A noble creature that was in tune with human desires. Of course thats she noticed him. His presence, her 'Imaginary Friend'...She never knew who he was really. She peiced it together as time grew on but for now. She refered to her mysterious creature as Gryphon because his appearance resembled a Gryphon.

He was kind of course, he kept  on talking to her and comforting her a bit as a kid. Of course as time grew on, she grew to hate him more. Around the age of 11, she grew to resent her Gryphon. He only could speak, and she wanted someone to help her with actions. She was continued to be put to hard work and strict learning.

At times, she would focus her hatred at speaking with Gryphon. Eventually, she grew to care about him very little as an ally. Just a moderate nuisance. What was the point having around she wondered back then? He could not help, all he did was talk...and talk...and talk...She hated it...Thats why she vowed to take action herself...

With those memories done with, she gave an irritated sigh. "I don't know what I saw in him as a kid..." She muttered.