I wake up to the face of a lion. I look at it and it stares back. I sit up and I pet it, it starts to lick my bare shoulders I lift up my lose hanging shirt.

"Morning Bear..." I moan. I brush my dark brown hair and look at my mirror. My green eyes stare back at me. My sick looking body looks like it's fading every day.

Bear starts to nudge my neck and I hug it and it purrs.

I stop when my I hear my dad come in. He sighs when he looks at my body, skinny, discolored, body.

I see a griffin next to my bed cleaning itself.