Nothing, Yet A Love Never Dying

PT: So... I am writing a new fic -Eye twitch- I have so many fics going on now, so don't expect the fastest updates. Oh, yeah, in case anyone here reads my other Guardians of Ga'Hoole fic, SPECIAL INTERVIEW: LIVE and is waiting for its companion, Playbird, yes, Playbird is still going to be published. I wanted to improve the humor, since it's not in script format like SPECIAL INTERVIEW. I'm better with the simple script format humor. Anyways, so...I HATE Strumajen for what she did to Lutta. She's all "I had to kill her; she pretended to be my Emerilla" and I'm like "Fuck you! You actually go so far as to KILL her?!" Geez. So, a plot formed in my mind eventually a few months ago. Please R&R! I accept criticism as long as it's constructive. I haven't read Exile yet :( but when I do, I might use a lot of reference to it. ust, keep reading. Nuff said; READ IT!!

Disclaimer: NO! If I did, I wouldn't be here -- at least, not in this fandom.

Prologue

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Where am I?

Who am I?

What am I?

Oh, right, I am nothing.

Didn't I...say that once?

I did, didn't I?

Then why...am I thinking?

What is thinking, anyway?

Wait...I'm nothing...but I loved someone. What was his name? Him?

Wait...it's Hoole. Yes, I remember now. His name was Hoole. Wasn't he a king? I loved him. But he loved another one. An owl -- she was something, wasn't she? She was a Spotted Owl. Something, while I was nothing.

I was nothing and I'm nothing now. And yet, I loved. Wasn't there a coal -- an ember? I was supposed to steal it and kill Hoole. But I didn't want to. I loved Hoole and I-I --

I lifted a talon from what I was: a mound of dark feathers. It looked like I wanted that ember, that beautiful ember. But I didn't want it. I wanted to one holding it.

I wanted Hoole.

My gizzard -- it must have been a phantom gizzard, but a gizzard nonetheless -- twitched and throbbed. I can never have Hoole now.

Yet, I wanted to touch him, have his acknowledgement one more time.

Hoole's eyes widened and he flinched back; I could feel something within me dying. He thought I wanted the ember. Like some evil monster. Like Kreeth.

"No," I whispered, "it was not the ember I wanted."

I was developing tunnel vision; I was dying. I was going to leave. Leave this world and Hoole.

A single tear escaped me as I left. I did have a gizzard. I did. Ice-cold talons clutched at me, dragging me to death.

"Hoole," I murmured as I left. I was sure that no one heard me, but I wanted him so much. It never will be.

Oh, Hoole.

As I disappeared forever, as I was dragged into the dark, a last thought escaped me.

Hoole.

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"Is she awake yet?" Twilight muttered.

"No, not yet," Coryn replied. He touched the unconscious owl's face with a wing.

He waited for her to stir.

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PT: Yup, that's all for now. I know, short, but the chapters will gradually grow bit by bit. I warn you, I have a happy talent for evilly placing cliffies down, as past readers have noticed.

-Grins evilly-