Gaon stifled a yawn as he looked forward at the approaching tower. He was a little tired, he’d been riding for a few days now. The clouds swept past beneath him, as the wingbeats of the griffin propelled them forward.

[i]I wonder why it’s called the Tower of Broken Dreams.[/i] He thought airily. [i]It looks like a good old normal dream to me.[/i]

The glittering tower was his destination. Apparently all spirits had been called to it, something about the Creator or the Golden One. Gaon was probably the only spirit that hadn’t been around when the Creator died, he really wasn’t sure how he was created.

As he pondered, the deer in his lap raised its head and snuggled in between his crossed arms. He patted its furry head for a little before it put its head back down and went back to sleep.

[b]"Why were you created with  me anyway?"[/b] He said to the deer. It looked at him quizzically. Gaon knew it didn't know. It only knew as much as he did. Either way, it didn’t really matter. They were both spirits now, and they had been called. [i]Speaking of the call, we’re here.[/i]

The Griffin flew past the top of the Tower, giving a rather cinematic view of the gleaming tower of stained glass and gem stones. The light reflecting from tower threw up a rainbow of colours as the Griffin perched on the edge of the rooftop.

Gaon picked up his deer and jumped off of the back of the Griffin and landed on the solid rooftop of the Tower. He set his deer down and turned to wave cheerily at the Griffin as it left.

[b]”See ya Alto!”[/b] He shouted to the Griffin. [b]”Stay safe!”[/b]

The Griffin squawked in goodbye as it flew off into the rays of Aun. The Griffin was a friend of his, just as many were. Surprisingly enough, almost all of his friends were animals and the like, even though he was once human.

[i]Well, that hardly matters.[/i] There was no point in dwelling on it, he was here for the meeting and nothing else. He turned towards the auditorium on the roof. What he saw was quite a strange sight all things considered.

There was a massive glowing blue tiger, seemingly glaring in unison with a richly clad armoured elf; at a kindly looking angel holding an impressive lance like a crutch, and some really weird hybrid child/person who really didn't seem to be able to read the mood. All of them radiated intense power, but the child/person less so. Maybe this kind of thing was a regular occurrence? Gaon knew he was extremely young by the standards of most spirits. This kind of thing certainly seemed like something that would happen if an immortal family met after a war that they were on different sides of. The war he had missed, which apparently had killed the Creator. And the Creator was the topic of discussion as well.

[i]How strong are they, I wonder?[/i] He thought. [i]Actually, am I early?[/i]

There really wasn’t anyone else there on the roof besides the five of them. He looked over the edge behind him, but it was difficult to see if there were any approaching visitors. He saw three people fairly close to each other but that was it. Maybe he was early. Looking back at the amphitheatre however, he sort of didn’t want to sit in one of the seats while the ancients there were busy glaring each other down. It would probably be a bit awkward.

With a lack of alternatives, Gaon shrugged and sat where he was, fishing rod in his lap and deer looking on with curiosity at his side.

[i]Guess I’ll just have to wait.[/i] He thought.