Gryphon

Belorell never expected his mother to leave guards at the entrance, but he still managed to escape. If he was dirty enough, even his own people would avoid him.

Aunt Vareesa actually said he knew nothing about magic. The young Elf thought indignantly as he began to take off his large coat. The guy he had "robbed" looked very fat; why was he a vagrant? Belorell still couldn't figure it out, but he wasn't a robber who stole clothes; it was the fat man who had come looking for trouble first.

He had thought hiding in the Sewers would be safe, but he had clearly underestimated his mother's determination to find him. The entire Dalaran teeming with Farstrider in plain clothes, making it incredibly difficult to avoid being discovered. Moreover, Belorell was penniless and needed a silver coin to use the flight point on Krasus Platform.

He tossed the robe into the grass; underneath were a pale purple shirt and brown trousers. Looking at his sleeves, Belorell chuckled, wondering if his mother had mistaken the few holes in the robe for Patch.

A white handkerchief he took out of his pocket turned completely black after wiping his face. He then tidied his short, blond hair, finally making him look a little cleaner.

"I'm not staying in Silvermoon City," Belorell pouted. Every year he grew a year older, Silvermoon City would become bustling with activity. Many nobles would come to give him gifts, and they all shared one thing in common: they would all say he would definitely become a wise leader in the future. Belorell had a certain understanding of his status by the age of six—he was more noble than others. As he grew older, he increasingly felt that those who always praised him weren't doing so because of him, but because of his identity. If he weren't the Regent's son, those people probably wouldn't even give him a second glance.

So rather than staying in a hypocritical environment, it's better to go out and see the world. At least everything there is real, and he might suffer a little. After all, Silvermoon City is truly a haven of comfort for him.

Besides, everything he did in Silvermoon City was predetermined; there was a plan for what he should and should do each day. Belorell felt utterly bored.

"Where should I go?" the Elf boy asked himself. He didn't stop for a moment, walking towards the Krasus Platform as fast as he could.

"Stop!"

Belorell shuddered as someone behind him called out in a surprisingly familiar voice, "Don't think you can escape so easily, Belorell! Come back with me right now."

Damn it! How could we have been discovered so quickly? The Elf boy took off running, naturally hearing the people chasing after him.

I should have known better than to draw faces on that tattered cloth; otherwise, my mother wouldn't have realized it so quickly.

"Belorell!" Alleria was still calling out, demanding her son stop, but the "prey" was running faster and faster. He had the speed of Ranger. The Regent vowed to capture him.

"He's almost at Krasus Platform," Vareesa reminded her, following behind her sister.

"He has money!" Alleria said, then remembered the silver coin she had handed over, cursing herself for not seeing through the disguise of a twelve-year-old child, let alone her own child.

We must not get caught.

The Elf boy, panting heavily, ran toward the flight master who was grooming the Gryphon's feathers.

"Sir!" His sudden shout startled the administrator. "Here's a silver coin." Belorell hurriedly threw the money at the man, accidentally hitting the administrator in the face. "Sorry!" he said, nimbly leaping behind a Gryphon, grabbing a handful of feathers and pulling them upwards.

"Hey! It's getting dark, flying is prohibited now!" the flight controller shouted.

Belorell didn't care about any prohibitions; all he knew was that if he didn't fly, he would be taken back to Silvermoon City.

"Good heavens, fly!" he shouted, seeing his mother and aunt rapidly approaching. The Crown Prince of Quel'Thalas suddenly realized he had no idea how to ride a Gryphon, let alone how to get it airborne. This was a critical problem.

Just as Belorell was at a loss, the Gryphon suddenly sensed his thoughts. It stretched its wings upwards and, with a sharp cry, leaped into the air, startling the Elf on its back who were not yet ready and the Elf chasing below.

"Belorell!" Alleria was deeply worried about her son, and at the same time, she heard the sound of an arrow being drawn. The Regent hurriedly stopped the Ranger who wanted to attack the Gryphon. "Stop! Belorell will be caught in the crossfire!"

The Gryphon circled above the Krasus Platform, the Elf behind it initially screaming in panic, causing those below to scramble around the platform, trying to catch him if he fell. Alleria, in particular, was racking her brains trying to figure out how to get Belorell down. Gryphon, if left uncontrolled, would become volatile and would surely struggle desperately to break free from Belorell.

The flight controllers below realized something was wrong and kept whistling to get the Gryphon to come down, but to no avail. This meant the Gryphon was out of control, and the Regent grew increasingly anxious.

Another shriek erupted from the Gryphon's long beak. Belorell finally dared to open his eyes and look down. The rapidly changing scenery and height initially made him dizzy, but the Elf quickly adjusted. To avoid falling, he wrapped his arms around the Gryphon's neck, his entire body pressed against its feathered back.

"This feels amazing!" Belorell shouted. Perhaps sensing his readiness, the Gryphon immediately turned and charged off the Krasus Platform. If the height had already been somewhat nerve-wracking for the Elf boy, the unfathomable darkness below made Belorell's legs go weak. He dared not look and could only close his eyes and cling tightly to the Gryphon's neck.

Alleria, almost in tears, reached the edge of the platform and cried out, "My child!" She watched helplessly as the small figure on the Gryphon's back disappeared into the shadows of the setting sun, and cursed the Gryphon.

"That's your Gryphon! Why did this happen?" the Regent questioned the flight attendant, whose face was deathly pale compared to her own, which was flushed with rage.

"I don't know either, I've done my best." The administrator looked at his whistle. "The Gryphon of Dalaran have never had such a problem before. Countless adventurers come here every day..."

"Never mind that for now, just tell me where that Gryphon flew to."

"Each Gryphon undergoes rigorous training, and they are connected to other flight points on the Northrend Continent via special codes. Different codes lead to different destinations, but I didn't give any codes just now, so..."

Upon hearing this, Alleria flew into a rage and grabbed the administrator by the collar, yelling, "Say what you just said again!"

"This... it's not my fault, something must have gone wrong, maybe... maybe it's related to that Gryphon."