Disclaimer (I keep forgetting to add these): I don't own the notion of owls talking.
A/N: Well normally I don't do Author's Notes but I'm just warning you that this story is as non-canon as it gets. It has nothing to do with the original characters, plot, or anything. It's in a different forest setting and no familiar scenes are shown. There, I've told you. And oh yeah, this story was originally an assignment for school ("write a fairy tale") and my teacher requested it to be maximum 6 pages, double-spaced. So its really rushed and I had to squeeze in an epilogue.
Enjoy.
ezyl's girl
The silver light of the moon, shrouded by the thin dregs of vaporous mist, appeared, as if in a trance, over the darkened mass that formed into the Hills of Alba.
Unlike regular grassy mounds, the Hills of Alba were constructed of rocky outcroppings that stuck out into the western wind like blades into the silky fabric of night. There was scarcely a shrub in sight.
Of course, like any other dark figure, the hills possessed another side. A much warmer, lusher, and greener side; for indeed, beneath the eastern ridge of the hills, was a beautiful, swaying forest, home to the most ingenious creatures of the world. The Forest of Caelestis.
And in this dense forest of light and darkly colored aspens, there was an on going war that caused eruption through the fragile ecosystem it was built on. It was a war against the creatures of flight and the animals of land. A war that no one could've stopped, a war that would've gone on forever had not a single tawny-feathered owl been there to close it to a screeching halt…
So what do you think? Boring, isn't it. Oh yeah, if you don't approve of cross-species couples, don't read any further.
Oh yeah and review. Put as many flamers in as possible. I find criticism will probably ease me out of this Writer's Block.