This is a story I wrote a while ago. I hope you enjoy it.
The Gryphon of the Sun
High into the void of space, there dwells a powerful race...
They glide within the darkness, facing boldly into the sun. Their talons can't be stopped by man, their skin can't be pierced, but by the claws and beaks of their own kind...
It is the Gryphons!
Long ago, their folk inhabited earth, keeping their lairs in mountains and canyons. One of them rose above them all, and with his perfidy he changed for ever their destiny.
Shamza was a stout and stubborn being. In Egypt, where his lair was laid, he spied upon the rising human race.
Fascinated with their scientific progress, he went to study their cultures. His attempts were met with disdain from the people, who feared his intensity and power.
But among the people of the river, the builders of Pyramids, he found his true companions. Obsessed with mankind, and mesmerized by their religions, Shamza took his family and lived within them.
He and his son, whom he loved, studied the race of men with dedication, rejoicing at their advances and feeling compassion at their mistakes.
But as time passed, Shamza lost peace. His curiosity quickly overpowered him. He could not stop; as the drunkard for the beer, and as the dog for the last bit of flesh, the more he got the more he wanted.
Concerned by his greedy approach to knowledge, they warned him about the darkest of human sciences: Magick!
Stay away, they said, from the mysteries of entities, and from their deceitful caverns protect your mind.
But curiosity kept rushing through his blood. One day, his son became deadly sick. Desperate and impatient, he sought that which was forbidden to him.
The Magick took over him, and its dark mysteries fascinated him more than anything else. But for his curiosity he paid a massive price.
For within the books of magick he met beings more powerful than himself, spirits of fear and terror, and of madness...
... And indeed madness consumed him, for whom the demons wanted to destroy, they first drove mad.
Driven by his intense passion he directed himself to his people. Together with his son, he spoke.
He called himself a god, a savior of mankind, and the gryphons, and a chosen one to the sun, whom he worshipped as prime being.
But the gryphons rejected him, for they worshipped and feared exclusively one God, the God of all things.
He said, proudly: Why do you fail to understand me? I will bring great glory to all beings.
But the Gryphons replied: The warning has fallen in deaf ears: therefore with deaf ears we receive your message.
And Shamza and his followers fought the other gryphons, and blood upon blood and claws upon claws he drove his enemies into the darkness of the skies.
Shamza glorified himself: "You have failed to destroy me! You have failed to bring me down! I am bright and my brightness has blinded you, submit or be exiled.
But the monarch of the gryphons stood firm and said: The slave-master wants us to suffer, and wants us to go into the stars. But the sun you worship, will never bring you the omnipotence you crave for...
For behold, your son has died today, during the last battle! Behold his wounded ribs, and his twisted gaze. Indeed, he has died in the war of your own making!
To the sight of the corpse the Gryphon of the Sun lost all hope, and the gryphons left him in the utmost of misery.
See if the Sun can bring your son back to life. There we will see whose religion is stronger.
Shamza had won the war, but he had lost his soul. Driven further into melancholy, he and his friends took a desperate choice. They travelled to the sun, gliding intensely into the ether.
One by one, his followers were dying, and their bones were cast upon the vacuum of space, but Shamza kept pushing.
One by one, the followers famished, but Shamza kept gliding boldly into the sun.
One by one, the followers left him alone, but Shamza never surrendered.
He kept pushing forward, but the more he pushed, the sun kept pushing further, and he was always away from the star he dearly loved.
But that was futile too.
Viciously blinded, and greatly weakened, Shamza perished miserably as he prayed for the life of his son.
Meanwhile, the Gryphons of space survived and thrived, feeding exclusively upon the fires of the mighty star.