Memoirs of a Gryph0n: The Unfortunate AccidentWell, where should I start? Gryph gripped the pencil in his mouth, staring down at the page below. Twilight said that I should write my memories in this diary. That is until I can get the real me back. He lifted the pencil off the paper, staring up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes for a few seconds before lowering his head back down. I guess starting at the beginning of all this is as good a place as any.----------“Scauden! Open the door!” A feminine voice echoed from outside the door.“Just a minute!” Scauden shouted back from inside his room. He reached for his wrench, pulling it close with his claw. Swiftly, he stuck it to a bolt on the small machine in front of him. It stood about fifteen centimeters tall, accompanied with a maze of wires entangling around a large tube of metal, which ended in a sphere at the top. “Alright. Just need to tighten this screw and.... done!” He shouted, dropping the wrench in front of him.