Yay, I'm BAAAAAAACK! With the next installment of my "We Weren't Just Nameless Faces" series! So for those who liked We Believed in a Broken Promise, here's something else to read!
Disclaimer: I do not own Silverwing, Kenneth Oppel does, and Bardel did the TV series.
This one is based on the book, and will probably be the only one based on the book.
"You've made your reply, here is ours!" shouted Brutus as he spiraled higher.
The Silverwing newborn's heart clenched in horror as forty fire-bearing owls plunged down towards Tree Haven, flinging their flaming sticks at it.
"Put out the flames! Stop the fire!" yelled a voice. He didn't think about it; he just dove. Racing back to Tree Haven alongside dozens of others, only to be stopped by a barricade of owls. He braked as he saw some others knocked back by the owls' wings but grit his teeth and surged forward, barely making it past the huge, feathered wings.
He landed on the end of a branch that had caught fire nearer to the trunk and lunged at the flames, beating at them furiously with his wings. He was able to dampen them, but another branch above him fell and nearly crushed him. He jerked himself to the side just in time, but an owl saw him falter and battered him out of the sky with just one beat of its wings. The breath was knocked from his chest and he struggled to suck in air. He landed in an ungraceful heap at the base of the tree and shot out a net of sound to get his bearings.
Flames, silver in his echo vision, licked at his wings. He pulled them away before trying to smother the fire. But it wasn't working.
It has to work! he shouted at himself mentally. It can't not be working! His home couldn't burn up!
As the fire drew closer, he knew it was hopeless. He'd never put it out. With the despair growing in the pit of his stomach, his attacks on the flames became more feeble. Hopelessly, he dragged himself away, a lump in his throat. He flapped back to the forest and tried to keep the tears in as his home was destroyed.
