Five Generations After
Prologue
"Come on, you can do it, Isabelle!" exclaimed Ma. The young Boreal Owl had just started branching, and she hated it. Since she was born every thing she's done has been hard, and branching wasn't any easier. "You can go back to the nest after one more try, ok Isabelle?"
"Fine, Ma," Isabelle said as the owl started to hop towards the end of the branch.
At the end of the branch was Da. The young, handsome Boreal Owl looked worried and excited at the same time. "You can do it! You can…" She didn't have time to catch that last bit because her legs couldn't keep her up any longer. Within a split second she was plummeting towards the ground. She spread my tiny wings out as far as she could hoping to get some air to land herself on one of the branches or in another hollow in her families' tree.
Just before she was about to land on a branch outside of a hollow, a voice whispered into her ear slit. "You can do it Isabelle. You can fly."
A split second later, she looked up to see a beautiful snowy owl flying away into the sunrise. Day was breaking and Isabelle was getting tired. There was only one problem. Where was her hollow?
She continued to wonder where her hollow was and how the snowy owl knew her name. Something in her gizzard told her that she was being watched. To her surprise, she was right. As she turned her head to a ninety degree angle, she saw a set of huge eyes that could only be the eyes of a Tyto. Just as she was thinking this, a young female Barn Owl hopped out of the hole and onto the branch. She broke into a grin when her eyes fell on Isabelle. "Hello, my name is Rose. What's your name, fellow owl?"
Isabelle stuttered for a few seconds, trying to think of what to say and how to say it. Her mind took control. She began, "My name is,"
Before she could finish, another voice ran out into the growing day. "Isabelle, are you there?" Completely forgetting the small Tyto, Isabelle looking to where the familiar sound had come from. It was her Da. "There you are Isabelle; you had your Ma and I worried sick about you!"
"Well, I'm fine." Isabelle explained. "You can tell Ma that I'm alive and about five branches down and over to your left." She turned her head back to where Rose stood. "Well, I guess you know the answer you were looking for." She groaned looking at the now scared expression on Rose's face. Just as Isabelle turned around she was swept off her feet by a yet another Tyto but this Tyto was different, on her face was a "Y" shaped red marking. With a twist and a crack Isabelle was back on the branch. But one thing was missing, where was her right leg?