A bit of a side-project for my main story, "From Marshal To Guardian"; if you have not read that, this writing will (probably) make less sense at some points, as this is only a tie-in story. Personally, I would advise reading the main thing first.

I do not own the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series.
I take Edegar, Mirtana, and Carvador as my own characters and creations.

Introduction to Myself

I have never been exceptional with speeches and introductions, and those who have knew me for a long time are fully aware of this - at least, I believe that they are; as we proceed, please forgive me, there is a high possibility and likeliness in the occurence of sections where what I write down might sound... incomprehensible. In fact, I believe that a grand amount of my research will be found - by those who are not adept on the fields I study - inapprehensible, and, what is more, it might be categorised as something beyond belief.

Whichever way it is to be seen as, I will not be offended; my past works have always had the desideratum for exceptionally skilled minds; what comes now... it is leagues ahead of any experiment or scientific theory that I have ever established before.

Now, the next few lines are for the record; for those readers of my research who do not know me, I will now introduce myself to.

I am Edegar Braystorm, Aegolius acadicus, or Saw-whet owl, son to Feya and Braner Braystorm, born to a lonely hollow in the South-Eastern section of Silverveil eight years ago. Of my owlethood, I cannot recall much, but I believe that is due to its uneventfulness; I can perfectly recollect my memories about the regular traditions one goes through at their youngest of ages (First Meat and Fur, First Flight, and the rest; I do not think this is necessary to mention); other than these, not much. As I have said, I have had a boring owlethood.

To top this all, I was also the only hatchling in my family, so, I have had no brothers or sisters to play or to communicate with, meaning that I grew up in conditions that have influenced my now existent solitary characteristic.

My parents were mostly... away for the greater part of my young years, and I was looked and cared after by - so far, my only acquintance whom I have ever called a friend - a female Pygmy owl called Mirtana, also born in Silverveil (if my memories do not deceive me).

If there was anyone, ever that I have felt appreciative love towards, that was her; sadly, I did not have the luck to know her for an extensive time, as my family, shortly after I successfully did my First Flight ceremony, decided to move to Ga'Hoole. Back at that point of time, obviously having no other option, I left the beautiful - almost magical and surreally pulchritudinous - forests of Silverveil behind my tail feathers.

Nevertheless, at Ga'Hoole, everything changed, however, I have imagined that they would do so; I fell in love, but not in the blinding passion of attraction and affection, no. My love was for knowledge, as I was introduced to books for the first ever time in my life.

All of my talons would not be quite enough to count the amount of months that I have spent in the Great Tree's library, learning more and more from the depositories of knowledge that are physically presented on paper.

I have studied and researched; when I came of age, I was selected into the Senior-Chaw of Basic Sciences, taught by the most sympathetic owl in the Six Kingdoms, Carvador, a Barn owl.

This bird was something else, entirely different from your ordinary ryb. He knew perfectly well when to make a joke (which, considering the seriousness of the chaw, always accomplished its task, that being the lightening of the mood). I remember that us two had spent quite some hours together in the library, most commonly conferring each other with one's knowledge, or disputing about our personal scientific theories - anything that came to our minds.

Since those days, he had deceased in grayscale, and, unfortunately, left this plane of being; besides Mirtana, Carvador was, perhaps, the second owl that I have ever missed from my life; what is more, and by this, I do not mean to offend Mirtana, not even at the very least, but, in comparisson, Carvador, doubtlessly, meant more to me than anyone else in this world has managed to so far.

Subsequently, my life took another major turn, this time, for two specific reasons: firstly, I was double-chawed (roughly a year later) into the Advanced-Chaw of Sciences and the Advanced-Chaw of Chemistry - all the good part.

However, secondly, something... horrible has happened at that point of my life; a courier came to me in the middle of my chaw-practices, and shared the news of my parents' death with me.

Of what was found out from their bodies' examination post-mortem was that they died of poisoning; the only matter that was not resolved was that they, and I quote, „...did not appeared to have been forced the poison".

Albeit this, many have swiftly comforted me, saying that they would never have committed suicide; with this, I have agreed. They did not have a reason to, why would my parents make this idea in all of a sudden?

Despite my previous sentences, at the time, I did not think as clearly as I do now; after their death, I started to become unfocused and have produced works of poor quality in both of my the chaws I was placed into.

For a good while, my life felt like it was ruined, and no matter how hard I have attempted to pull myself together, I was always felt back apart; there was even a short-period of time when I was considering a new idea, and have almost turned to bingle-juice. That would have been something! Me, drinking; unimaginable!

Then, I speculated, the effects of my depressive state have wore off; apparently, I just required time to process the events that have occured; but, after that, here I was, fully trained as a scientist and chemist, ready to make the world richer of knowledge.

First, I have started out with the basics; the repetition of old and basic experiments, the retrieval of my old theories... another set of good days - although this section of my lifetime has lasted for six months.

Following this, I have began to travel around and to discover all the kingdoms of the South, and even had plans about explorations in the North.

Nevertheless, I could never have expected that my findings in the Shadow Forest would prove to be... life-changing.

I believe this is the point where my journal really begins...