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Apr 19, 2015 13:50:14 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 19, 2015 13:50:14 GMT -5
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Apr 19, 2015 13:53:39 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 19, 2015 13:53:39 GMT -5
Chapter 1 "Knockr! He's going to die! The blizzard is too cold, I can't keep him warm!" The female great horned owl screeched at her mate, Knockr, "Umbra, I'll do something, uhh, maybe a rogue smith can start us a fire! I'll be back!" Knockr responded quickly, fear in his voice, this was their first child, they couldn't lose him, he darted out the tiny spruce hollow that they owned out into the raging blizzard. he couldn't see, he would never find the smith's cave. he looked back at the direction of the Firth of Fangs, where his hollow was, but it wasn't in sight. he scanned, the blizzard made it so dark he couldn't tell if it was day or night, and so cold that the sea froze. the blinding snow forced him to land, any longer in the blizzard would freeze his wings totally. Upon landing, he found a cave, shelter. he entered, but the cave was warm, he heard a grunt and turned his head quickly, Knockr was staring at a polar bear, "Why are you here?" the massive bear asked, Knockr gulped, and said "My hatchling! He, He's dieing from the cold!" The bear sighed, then said "Take this," and ripped out a big patch of fur by his stomach, Knockr took the bundle of fur and his beak instantly warmed up, "Thank you, What is your name so I shall remember you?" The bear nodded, and said "Swarr." His hatchling would live...
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Apr 20, 2015 11:14:33 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:14:33 GMT -5
Chapter 2 The young owlet stared out the hollow, waiting for his parents to return from hunting. His father finally arrived, followed by his mother. "Time for your first fur on meat ceremony, Swarr," His mother, Umbra, said in strong Hoolian. Swarr was young, but knew how to speak Krakish and Hoolian, thanks to his father coming from the southern kingdoms. Swarr jumped up and down in excitement, but realised his parents only came back with one small vole, "But mum, There's only one vole, it's not enough for all of us," he said sadly. his father said "You and mum will eat, but I'm going back hunting, but me and mum have a suprise for you, Mum's going to lay another egg, you're going yo have a little brother or sister." Swarr was filled with excitement, a bobbed his head' and screeched in happiness, "REALLY?!?!" his mother and father nodded, and he danced around in happiness. he looked at the small, fragile little egg. he was so excited, he couldn't wait for his sibling to hatch.
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Apr 20, 2015 11:15:34 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:15:34 GMT -5
Chapter 3 Swarr watched the egg intently, he couldn't wait until it hatched. His parents were hunting, and left Swarr in charge of keeping the egg warm against the frigid winds. While eggsitting, he heard a terrifying screech, and huge talons locked around his body. Next he knew, he was in the air, he look to his left to see the egg clutched by another talon, he proceeded to lookup to be greeted by a huge white owl. He was scared, and confused, and asked questions, "Where are you taking me?!" the huge owl screeched at him "No questions, St. Aggies will not tolerate them!" Swarr cringed, he heard of this terrible place, but still asked questions, "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" The huge snowy owl made a sound close to a growl, and screeched, "This is whhat you get for asking too many questions you frinking stupid owl!" and threw the egg. Swarr screeched in horror, the egg hit the top of a large stone cliff, the egg cracked and a pink blob rolled out, "Sister..." Swarr muttered. Swarr bit the kidnapper's talon, the last thing he knew that he was plummeting to the ground, a shriek of pain coming from behind.
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Apr 20, 2015 11:17:20 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:17:20 GMT -5
Chapter 4 Swarr awoke, he was inside a small cave, it was strange, when he fell he was over ice, 'It doesn't matter any more,' he thought, 'the sibling I longed for is dead, my mother and father will never find me...' his thoughts were ended by a series of yipping, he turned to see three snowy white fox kits, playing happily. He became confused as to where he was, and searched the cave, it had several tunnels connected, this wasn't a cave, it was a den. suddenly a adult fox entered carrying four skinny voles, she gave Swarr one of the voles, and gave the two others to the kits. She sat and ate the last one, and after finishing, spoke, "I saw what happened, you're lucky." Swarr sighed nervously, and said "What's going to happen?" the mother fox responded, "I can't keep you here long, there would be too many mouths to feed, you already have a few flight feathers, when you can fly, you will have to fend for yourself, like my kits when they are adults." Swarr found it hard to accept his old comfortable life was over, but what else could he do?
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Apr 20, 2015 11:18:21 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:18:21 GMT -5
Chapter 5 Swarr sat in the den silently, grieving over the loss of his family, he had grieved for a week, and already had over half of his flight feathers. The fox kits were sitting patiently for their mother, they were starving, but their mother returned with nothing, she sobbed, "What am I going to do?" she suddenly looked at Swarr, she was desperate, and hungry. "I'm sorry," she said before lunging at Swarr, teeth bared. Swarr was taken by surprise, but ran as best he could through the tunnels of the den. he found the exit, and leaped out, he was met with blinding sunlight. the fox was faster than him on foot, he couldn't outrun her, so he dived into the snow. Everything was quiet under the snow, but silent breathing of Swarr. he heard panting, then a soft whimper, then silence. Swarr waited for what felt like hours, when he was sure it was safe, he emerged. he looked to the sky, the moon was high and the sky was cloudless, Swarr continued running. He found a a small hollow log beside a small frozen pond, he could shelter here. Exploring the log, he was surprised to find insects everywhere, it was safety, he looked at the pond, 'Maybe I could try fishing,' he thought last before retreating to the log to rest.
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Apr 20, 2015 11:21:53 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:21:53 GMT -5
Chapter 6 Swarr looked at his fully fledged self, he looked so much like his mother. He lived in the log for a little more than a week, and planned to fly. 'I guess I'm going to have to teach myself,' he thought, looking to the sky. He tried branching of the jagged nearby rock, and when he felt confident, practiced flapping, suddenly a voice came from behind, "You need to have deeper, longer strokes," Swarr turned, suprised, to see a small spotted owl, "Who are you?" Swarr asked, the stranger responded, "My name is Myria, I am the weather interpretation Ryb of the Great Ga'hoole tree." Swarr was amazed, someone from the Great Tree? "My name is... Swarr... uhh..." he was confused as to what to say, "I was left alone by an owl from St. Aggies..." Myria looked at him, wide beaked, "You are very lucky! Well, I'll help you fly and we can try to find your family." Swarr accepted the offer, hoping he would be back home, but it wouldn't be the same without his sister. They arrived at his old hollow, Myria sighed, and said "Nobody is here..." Swarr let out a depressed sigh, but Myria quickly said "Come to the Great Tree with me, you will make many friends, and you will learn," Swarr couldn't help but accept. they journeyed through a small snowstorm along the way, in the middle of the storm, Myria said, "You are a wonderful flyer."
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Apr 20, 2015 11:24:14 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:24:14 GMT -5
Chapter 7 The tree was amazing, Swarr stared in awe, beautiful golden berries hung from the branches, owls everywhere, and they didn't pass eachother without greeting eachother. Myria smiled, "Some say it looks better that the legends, but these are, troubled, times, Nyra was finally killed, but the Pure ones haven't dispersed yet," Swarr had no knowledge of Nyra, only tha she was the cruel leader of the Pure Ones, "And now that she is gone, St. Aegolius has revived, more problems, but anyways to the good news, you will be tapped soon, you'll be living in a rather large hollow with another Great horned, she was orphaned quite recently, I hope you both will get to know eachother." Swarr nodded, and followed Myria to his new home. "H...hello," Swarr said, he was quite confused as to what to sayy, he was a newcomer and knew almost nobody but Myria, "Hello, Are you my new owl at the tree?" Swarr nodded, "Yes, My name is Swarr." The Great horned responded, "I'm Alysa, where do you come from?" Swarr stirred slightly, Alysa was nice, he felt they would be friends, "I'm from the Firth of fangs, I lived in a small fir, until St. aggies left me orphaned," Alysa nodded, "I lived in Ambala, same thing happened with Aggies." Swarr and Alysa explained everything to eachother, Swarr explaining that he knew Hoolian well because of his father, how he survived being alone, even the hard part about his sister, Alysa was sympathetic, listening without interrupting, she cared. After Swarr finished, Alysa explained that she lived in a larged oak tree, how her father was killed in front of her, how she was rescued. "If you don't mind me saying, Swarr, but your name sounds rather polar bearish," Swarr nodded, "Thats because it is"
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Apr 20, 2015 11:25:15 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:25:15 GMT -5
Chapter 8 "So, before you all are tapped for chaws, you have to explore each chaw, this is to test your skills in a certain chaw, we don't want to put owls into chaws they are not skilled in!" The small burrowing owl said, she was the ryb of the tracking chaw, Pam. "This first test is to tell who as a gift in tracking, I've hidden several mouse pelts, and i've left several clues, you may spread out!" Swarr looked out to the massive forest of Silverveil, Alysa appeared behind him, "Lets work together, we could find a pelt easily with the both of us," Swarr nodded, "But Glaux, Alysa, any clues?" Alysa churred, "Nope! lets just fly around until we pick something up!" Swarr churred, and they took off. Soon after they landed by a pellet on the forest floor, and a spot of burrowing owl down, "Think one is close by?" Swarr asked, Alysa responded, "Maybe, oh my..." Alysa said suddenly, staring at a huge bush cover purple flowers, with white centers, "They're beautiful, I've never seen Lilacs before," Swarr churred, saying, "They are," Suddenly, Swarr saw something buried under the immense bush, he reached under and grabbed it with his talon, it as a small mouse pelt. "So, Who has found a pelt?" Pam said, few owls raised their talon holding a small pelt. Alysa said to Swarr "You take it, you found it under the bush," Swarr shook his head, "But you found the bush!" Alysa shrugged and smiled, holding up the pelt.
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Apr 20, 2015 11:26:34 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:26:34 GMT -5
Chapter 9 Next was Ga'hoology, which was one of the most boring chaws Swarr had seen, afterward was search and rescue which taught some maneuvers, in which Alysa dominated, and Swarr following along, and the night continued the same, except for the last chaw, the Weather interpretation chaw. They weren't going to fly into a storm, but take a test instead, and they were allowed to read before then. "Swarr, how well can you read?" Alysa asked, in response Swarr said "Yeah, kinda, Had no books to read but my parents taught me by carving letters and words into bark," Alysa nodded, "I had one book, it was very old but I read it, " Swarr churred then opened a book about weather formations, and they read intently. "Swarr, you excelled in weather interpretation, i'm very suprised," Myria saidafter they finished. Swarr headed to the dining hall foor Tweener, hoping to find Alysa. "Hey Swarr!" A small elf owl hooted, named Luis, who Swarr met during their little tests. "Alysa's over here if you're looking for her," Swarr hooted happily, "Thanks Luis, you coming too?" Luis nodded "I wonder what chaw i'll be tapped for," Alysa said while Swarr walked up, she was talking to other owls, and whe Swarr came up she turned torwards him. "Any ideas what you'll be tapped for?" Alysa asked, Swarr responded, "Glaux I hope it isn't Ga'hooleogy, but I do have a feeling in my gizzard that I may be tapped for coillering or weather interpretation."
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Apr 20, 2015 11:33:45 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:33:45 GMT -5
Chapter 10 "Weather Interpretation?!" Swarr said as he returned to his hollow with Alysa. Swarr felt like a young owlet, almost, if not always, getting what they wanted. Swarr studied the large dried caterpillar, it was unchangable what was used to symbolize a chaw, a dry caterpillar being weather interpretation. Alysa approached her bed of moss, and found a molted feather. "Swarr! I have Search and Rescue!" She said dancing around the large hollow. Swarr stepped over torwards a small alcove in the wall, big enough to hold a couple of medium sized objects, and placed the caterpillar there, Alysa did the same in another alcove on the opposite side of the hollow. They both set out to their chaws afterward, giving eachother a happy little goodbye. Arriving at the chaw hollow where studying took place, he met four other owls. He met Cybrus, a stout male barn owl, Plume, a medium sized female whiskered screech, Prim, a tiny female elf owl, and Marsh, A rather small and shy sooty owl. Swarr nodded to them while walking in, catching their attention, they nodded back, happy looks on their differing faces. Myria finally arrived, but looked rather gloom. "We shall begin learning about differant air currents and storms, and how to master them, when I finish with you all, I promise you all will be masters of the wind, but first, I have to say that you all will be the last group I teach," Swarr was confused, and raised his talon, "Myria, Why are we your last group?" Myria shook her spotted head, and sighed, "Swarr, you are the newest owl to arrive at the tree, So you probably didn't know, But I have a disease I was hatched with, it made my bones weak, but as I age they grow weaker, but now I am still strong enough, so don't worry, when I retire from being a Ryb, I will chose someone from my past groups, or maybe even this group, to take my place, but now, nothing is about me, It's about you all, for a few days we will be cracking open books to read, bt afterwards, you will spreak your wings and show me your potential!"
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Apr 20, 2015 11:38:20 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:38:20 GMT -5
Chapter 11 "Any questions before we head into the storm?" Myria shouted over the winds, it was a week after Swarr's tapping, but he has already gained many skills in the chaw, "Myria, does the chaw ever take on tornados?" Swarr asked, Myria swiveled in the winds, the rumbling of thundee in the sky, Myria screeched, "No Swarr, they are too dangerous without a real strategy, and sadly the only strategies still contain real danger! Maybe someday some tecnique will be found to sail a tornado safely!" Swarr felt a tugging at his wings, ice was forming on his feathers, he did a quick shake and shards of ice released from his feathers, he had a new determination to fly in a tornado. Returning to the tree in the middle of the day, The chaw grabbed a meal before sleeping, Swarr became familiar with roasted voles, but after taking part in the weather chaw, he grew to dislike it, preferring raw voles. He returned to his hollow to find Alysa sleeping peacefully, books surrounding her, She must've had a rough night, Swarr thought before creeping in slowly, rearanging his mossy bedding, and slept. dreams flooded his mind, ones of storms, fun and excitement, but the dream was pushed away by a nightmare, total darkness, only whispers could be heard among the dark. Swarr awoke, remembering nothing, "Alysa, we're going to be late for our chaws!" he said, Alysa woke, and they headed out
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Apr 20, 2015 11:40:00 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:40:00 GMT -5
Chapter 12 "The remaining Pure Ones left... they... they've regrouped! Theres a new High Tyto, his name.... is Thesus!" Said a wounded member of the Search and Rescue chaw, Swarr stood next to Alysa, he was suprised to have even found her in this large mass of residents, from within the crowd, King Soren nodded, before dissappearing along with every other owl included in parliment. "So, St. Aggies grows stronger every day, and now the Pure ones are back, so the skies outside the tree are no longer safe, the young able owls will be given some basic combat practices," Said Darius, an old, retiring Guardian. wooden training claws were passed around, Swarr quickly fastened them over his talons, sadly Alysa wasn't here, she was already been taught about combat. "First, we start about getting to know a very good friend, safety!" Swarr wasn't truely a fighter, he wanted to be a scholar, to learn, but since he was given the oppurtuity, why not be both? After his training, he headed to the library and grabbed some books, Fighting manuevers, dives, where to aim, flanking, everything, and headed to his hollow. It was empty when he arrived, so he settled down and read, he thought about his friends, especially Alysa, he wasn't afraid of his owl death, but he was afraid of theirs.
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Apr 20, 2015 11:40:49 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:40:49 GMT -5
Chapter 13 Swarr sat with his chaw, It has been three months since the 'return' of the Pure Ones, they haven't even made a move yet, other than attacking the Search and Rescue Chaw, and remain hidden, it scared some of the residents of the tree that the enemy knew where they were, but they didn't know where the enemy hid. Dawn blazed through the hollow entrance, whe Myria Suddenly arrived, bearing a very exciting task, and carrying a basket of battle claws, "It's time for the weather chaw to become the search and rescue chaw for today, a massive storm has felled some trees in Ambala, and we need to check if any owls were hurt, the storm hit a heavily populated area," Myria panted, it must've been bad if the Search and Rescue chaw couldn't reach Ambala. Ambala was horrible, the wind was screeching, trees were literally bowing to the mighty storm, the rain wasn't bad, it was just the wind and the lightning making the huge stir, Myria screeched over the wind, giving a location to regroup, then letting everyone seperate and search. Swarr checked one felled tree after another, finding no hollows on the maimed trees, or empty ones, until he came across two small whiskered screech owlets, hiding inside a felled tree on the edge of a hill, "Come on! It's too dangerous!" Swarr screeched over the storm, the male owlet shook his head, while the big female owlet said "No! What if Ma or Da come back!" Swarr tried to coax them to come with him, he couldn't just grab them, it wouldn't be like him, but they budged when he promised, "Come with me, I'm with the Guardians, I'm not a Guardian yet but I will be, Come, we can find a safe place to stay, then we can look for your parents," The little screeches nodded, Swarr carefully picked them up and headed out, minutes after leaving he looked down to check on them, they were fine, but he was mesmorised by the battle claws tied to his leg, Did he have what it takes to be a Guardian one day?
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Apr 20, 2015 11:44:33 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:44:33 GMT -5
Chapter 14 Swarr returned to the regrouping area, the storm has calmed, but was still blazing, at the regroup area he found Cybrus and Prim sheltering near a small cave, "Find anyone?" Swarr asked, they both nodded, and Cybrus said in the regular barn owl tone, "Found a family of spotted owls, I offered help but they kindly declined," Prim preened her little elf owl wings before saying "I found two saw whet mates with an egg, Glaux the only reason their egg wasn,t lost was because they had the egg encased with moss," Swarr let out a small churr, then said "Found these little fellows in a tree about to roll off a hill," Suddenly the male owlet let out a tiny screech, "Hey! I'm not little!" Swarr churred, and said "What are your names?" to the owlets, the male whiskered screech said "I'm Ryben," and the female said "I'm Thyla," Swarr nodded, and said in a comforting voice, "I'm Swarr, The barn owl is Cybrus, and the elf owl is Prim, The rest of our chaw will be here soon." The storm ended as soon as Marsh returned, everyone else returned only with news of familie, which were all safe. "Lets go find your mum and da, children," Myria said once the storm died. the chaw headed out, Swarr being the largest owl in the chaw, carried both the light owlets. They arrived to the spot where Swarr found them, a screech was heard in the distance, it boiled Swarr,s blood, something was wrong, "Ma! Da!" both the owlets said in unison, a screech owl was being chased by a team of 12 Pure ones, not too far behind, another screech fell, covered in blood, "BATTLE CLAWS!" Myria screeched, Anger boiled among the chaw.
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Apr 20, 2015 11:50:41 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:50:41 GMT -5
Chapter 15 Swarr was ready to fight, but he had to put the owlets somewhere, but unexpectedly, several more Pure Ones burst from the trees, it was an ambush, they were surrounded. Swarr did something rather unexpected, and dangerous, he landed quickly and released the owlets, and screeched orders, "Get on my back, and hold on as tight as you can!" They did so, and he took off, this was a bad idea, his back felt as if it was on fire, but he went on. He fumbled while unstrapping the battle claws from his leg, and strapped them over his left right talons, and attacked. It wasn't at all as he expected, he watched as him and the chaw killed the Pure ones, their screeches painful as they fought, Swarr felt as if he fought instinctively, he wasn't thinking of his moves, he just did them, and perfectly. He felt the owlets clinging, and they were awe struck, he could tell theyy weren't frightened. When the ambus was defeated, 4 Pure ones retreated, Swarr had killed 5 Pure ones, 7 if he counted the severely injured, about to die. "That was amazing, Swarr," Said both the owlets, they dismounted Swarr, and said "Sorry, we held on too tight, your back is bleeding," Swarr churred, "No worries,".
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Apr 20, 2015 11:52:18 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:52:18 GMT -5
Chapter 16 The Search and rescue chaw approached, Alysa broke out of the chaw amd came to talk to Swarr, "Swarr, We rushed to help, but, you all didn't need us, you were amazing," Swarr churred, "First time fighting," He said, Alysa responded "I've already been in three fights, but i've never done THAT," there was a moment of silence, the wind was still and the sun lingered in the sky, then Alysa added "Owls at the tree can never keep battle claws in their hollow, but you do keep them, they put them on a special hook in the armory," Swarr raised his head, "Really? thought they just kept in a pile and handed a pair to owls that needed them." Alysa churred, the owlets kept silent, they were tired, and hardly kept their eyes open, but their eyes shot open, and everyone left suprised when a screech hit the sky, "Myria is injured!". Swarr rushed over, and said to Myria "What happened?!" Myria coughed, then said "I tried, I tried to save the owlet's mother, but, my frinking wings gave out, I didn't go yeep, its just, I'm growing weak," Swarr sighed, looking at Myria's bloodied right wing, "Our mother...?" Ryben said, his sister silently sobbed, "She's gone," Myria said, dread in her voice. Swarr carried the owlets while the search and rescue chaw carried Myria, the little owlets cried the whole way, but when they arrived, they were struck by awe. Swarr left the owlets in the nursery hollow, where orphaned owlets unable to fly lived, and headed to see Myria. She was in her hollow with her wing wrapped up, Swarr said "Myria, What will we do if you are growing weaker?" Myria shook her head, then said, "Swarr, I don't know, but I want to tell you that you are a brilliant owl, you have great ideas and I see you in the library rereading books i've assigned in the past, and books about weathers that I plan to never touch, such as the volcano's winds or tornados," Swarr felt himself grow warm, "Swarr, I need to speak to parliment, can you go directly to king Soren and tell him that I need to discuss something to parliment?" Swarr nodded, and headed out, he knew how weak Myria was getting, she sometimes wobbled while flying, and usually was bent over while standing, Swarr worried consantly about Myria.
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Apr 20, 2015 11:53:56 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 11:53:56 GMT -5
Chapter 17 Spring. It has been at least 10 months since Myria's injury, Swarr and the chaw were permitted to fly in storms, but Myria stayed behind. Swarr began to read nonstop, he began reading about weather, fighting, even legends. Swarr has had a serious and quiet kind of attitude, but he began to open up and express a whimsical attitude, all because he was happy. He spend time with Alysa, Myria, his chaw, and Ryben and Thyla, the owlets he saved. The owlets grew, they now had all their flight feathers, gray like their parents, and they look up to Swarr, they would be tapped soon. "Everyone to the dining hall! Myria wishes to make an announchment!" a screech pierced the night, Swarr put down his book, he wanted to write a book someday, it would help owls learn. Swarr arrived to the dining hall beside Alysa, who he had feelings for, Alysa made Swarr happy when she was near. Myria arrived, looking rather wobbly, King Soren and Queen Pelimore behind, Myria spoke, "Tonight, I am sad to say that I retire from my Ryb duties and leave for the Glauxian Sisters Retreat," gasps were heard in the crowd, "Who will take my place? Well I discussed with parliment months before about who I recommended, and they agreed," Swarr felt suspense, he couldn't be the Ryb, "Swarr, you are one of the best, come up here and take the Guardian oath," Swarr couldn't believe it, he resisted the urge to yarp, and stepped up. King Soren stepped forward and said "I expect good things from you, I've heard of your brilliance, and i have seen it in you in our past chats. Now, time for the Guardian Oath," Swarr was excited, he was a true scholar now, a spreader of knowledge, He saw Alysa in the crowd, she was going to take the Guardian oath next month with every other chaw, a tear fell down from, not a tear of sadness or jelousy, a tear of joy. "I am a Guardian..."
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Apr 20, 2015 12:18:42 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 12:18:42 GMT -5
Chapter 18 Swarr flew with Myria, they headed to the Glauxian Sister's Retreat, along the way Myria was wobbly in flight, upon arrival, they were greeted by a snowy, she let them tour the retreat, the last spot theyy toured was Myria's new hollow, the guide left, now theyy were alone, "Swarr, Promise you will visit your old Ryb, won't you?" Swarr churred, "Of course!" Myria let out a small churr, "I know you will be a great Ryb, I hope you one day will explore the winds of a tornado, or the volcanic winds." Swarr nodded, "I will." Swarr headed back to the tree, and greeted all his friends, whom congradulated him, Cybrus, Prim, Plume, Marsh, Alysa, and even a frieend he hasn't seen for a while, Luis, Luis disappeared on a task for the healing chaw, which he was tapped for. Queen Pelimore approached, and said "Swarr, congradulations, But along with you becoming Ryb, you will have to be present in Parliment, you are leader of a chaw, You can sit back and watch, learn some things, and maybe give us some of your briliant ideas," Swarr nodded, and said "Yes Queen Pelimore," Queen Pelimore smiled, and continued "You will also be given Myria's hollow, to use for teached, and to live in if you wish," Swarr nodded and smiled, He would use the hollow and its large collection of weather books, but he didn't want to abandon Alysa, "You have a week to make any trips, thaats how long until owls are tapped for chaws." Swarr would have to visit the Northern Kingdoms, to visit his old hollow, and maybe check in on Myria, he would ask parliment later, suddennly while deep in his thoughts, Pelimore had gone, and Alysa stepped torward him, and planted her head on Swarr's chest, "I'm really happy for your," Swarr smiled, he felt warm inside, and wrapped his wing around Alysa.
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Apr 20, 2015 12:19:36 GMT -5
Post by Battias on Apr 20, 2015 12:19:36 GMT -5
Chapter 19 Swarr was headed torwards the Firth of Fangs, he got permission from parliment to go North, as long as he was back in time for tapping.The firth loomed ahead, it was a cold cloudy night, he looked around until he was struck by sadness, he realised the cliff below, it was where he and his sister were dropped, his sister still in the egg, dying from hitting the ground. Swarr didn't stop, but he flew slower, looking down to the old site. He arrived to his old hollow, it was the same as ever, but, it was differant, smoke was slowly rolling out of the hole, Swarr went to investigate. Inside was a snowy, he didn't have white feathers, but they were dyed in blue and yellow. "Excuse me If i'm intruding, this was my old hollow," The snowy turned around, "So i'm guessing your name is Swarr?" Swarr was stunned that the snowy knew his name, he shook his head, confused, and said "How did you..." the Snowy moved, he could now see a tiny fire under a beaker, inside bubbled a pinkish liquid, "I've heard the sad story of how you were kidnapped, your mum visited me several months ago," Swarr gasped, they were still alive! they would be proud of him, for all he has done. Swarr found bottles filled with various colored liquids in thee corner, and said "What are those?" The Snowy churred, and said "I make dyes and medicines, those are dyes, don't want to dye your feathers? well they work on battle claws, go ahead, take one, free for you." Swarr thought about Alysa in the Search and Rescue chaw, she wore battle claws all the time, Swarr approached the stache of dyes and saw the perfect color, Cyan, Alysa's favorite "Your parents live with Kraals a little North of the Glauxian sisters, by the way, if you ever need to see me again, my name is Oli," Swarr nodded, would he finally find his parents?
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