[center][color=lightgreen]Elliot[/color][/center]

Elliot strolled up to the obelisk and stared at it as it floated there. The yellow glow made him think of sunlight. He wondered if the obelisk was warm like the sun. He cautiously reached out to the mysterious floating object until his fingertips made contact. Hot? Cold? He wondered what the obelisk meant. How it floated like this. He could see no wires holding it up.

He removed his hand quickly as soon as he saw a large winged beast land. Half-eagle, half-lion. Never before had Elliot seen a creature like this before. They were not supposed to exist. All the books he studied dismissed them all as fantasy and myth. However, here it was, a griffin. A proud and courageous creature according to the legend. The legends he read touted them as noble creatures, perhaps they would not attack.

Somehow he had not been seen yet, however he knew that it would be only a matter of time if he continued to stay in this light. He then noticed beyond the griffin was a campfire and around the campfire he could see people. More strangers. More natives? This island certainly was not uninhabited as the shepherd earlier proved that. He could not be certain that they could be trusted, and thus he stepped back into the darkness. It was at this point he realized he had been followed.

He prayed the others would be quiet enough that the griffins did not attack for the sake of defending what he could only guess to be their riders. He raised his finger to his lips in a silencing gesture to anyone that paid attention and then pointed towards the fire. There was no way they could tell if those were friendly people or not, and Elliot's experience taught him to lean towards caution.