Nyra brooded over the Book of Kreeth. Thank goodness Stryker had gone and bought it for her before her runt Nyroc got a hold of it. She shuddered thinking of her son. Nyroc was the greatest thing that had ever happened to the Pure Ones. He was perfect at flying, hunting, and just about everything. Yet, he turned out not to be so perfect. It had turned out Nyroc was so selfish, he wouldn't kill his friend Dustytruft so he could become a officer. So Nyra did it for him and Nyroc fled from the Pure Ones and became the king of the Great Ga'Hoole Tree. How she hated Nyroc.
As she flipped through the pages she saw something that stopped her heart. It was a spell that allowed the enchanter to change whatever aspect of time they wanted to. Nyra slowly thought to herself, if it hadn't been for Soren, Nyroc never would have turned on the Pure Ones. If it hadn't been for Soren, there would be no Chaw of Chaws, and my Kludd would still be alive. If it hadn't been for Soren, Ezylryb would have been ours. If Kludd had pushed out Eglantine instead of Soren, and made sure she didn't get captured by St. Aggies, then our fourtune would change.
Laughing wickedly, she slowly started to cast the spell. She reopened her scar and let the blood fall onto her talons, while chanting in Krakish, "The clock is turned, the time has come, let every owl turn yeep. Let Kludd kill Eglantine, let Soren be, and let fourtune be ours."