Well, this is yet but another new beginning for me on another category. This time, I enter the world of Rio with a X-Over with Guardians of Ga'Hoole. But don't worry, I'm not bringing any of the OC from Mrs. Lasky. Instead, my own OC get a play in this fantastic world!

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Chapter 1: A Long Flight

It was a cold winter's night in Minnesota and one lone owl flew above the city of Moose Lake. How the owl knew about it? Because he had read a sign earlier saying that he was now in the city. He thought that the city bore a strange name.

'This language is so different from the Hoolian owls' writing,' the owl thought. 'and the weather is so messed up! Here I thought that the Northern Kingdoms were cold!'

While he was thinking, the owl never noticed the big sign that was coming ever so closer and hit it head first. Despite the hit being extremely hard, the owl wasn't knocked out. He instead lost his balance and crashed down into a pile of snow. His only problem is that he had something he wanted to do and he couldn't waste any time in doing that task.

"Must ... find ... Mike ...," the owl said, weak and dizzy, just before blacking out.

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While going through the city, a woman, namely a redhead, was walking through the town, probably out to go buy some things at the grocery. On her way to said market, she couldn't help it but notice a strange white owl in a large pile of snow. Blood covered the snow under the owl. Upon seeing this, the woman quickly went to take the owl in her hands and proceeded into seeing how severe the injuries he had were.

After seeing that the owl seemed to have a concussion and a broken wing, the woman quickly rushed it to the nearest vet, which was also the only one in the town, but unfortunately, it was already full. The receptionist still told her that in three hours or so, there would be a place for the wounded bird. She nodded instantly and thanked the receptionist before going to take a seat in the waiting room.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," the woman said, patting the owl's head.

Three hours later, the receptionist called out the woman's name, which happened to be Linda, and told her that the vet was ready to see the poor owl. Once again, Linda thanked the receptionist and followed the vet that entered the waiting soon after the receptionist made her announcement to Linda.

"So, what is it this time, Linda? You have some problems with Blu again?" The vet asked.

"No, not this time. As you might have seen, this fella here seems to be seriously wounded," Linda answered.

"Well, then. We'll see what's wrong with this owl."

After thoroughly checking the owl, the vet told Linda that he suffered from a severe concussion. When she asked him how it would affect the owl, he told her that he didn't know. The only thing he was sure of was that the owl would probably never fly again, due to his broken wing. As for the concussion, he affirmed that it could affect the owl instinctively, meaning that it would have to depend on someone to keep on living.

"As of now, I see two possibilities," the vet began. "either we euthanize the poor fella or we give it to someone who will take care of him."

"Then, I'll take care of him!" Linda hastily replied.

"Are you sure? After all, you already have Blu to take care of," the vet stated.

"Ah, you don't need to bother yourself with that! Blu is old enough to understand what's going on and besides, if I don't take this owl with me, who will? I mean, with those scars it has, no one will be interested in taking care of it. Am I wrong, Henry?"

"Um, about those scars ... there is something about the one on its breast that seems almost ... man-made. The depth of the wound, despite the scar, seems to have been made by something made out of metal," the vet, Henry, told Linda.

"Do you think he could've have gotten caught in a trap out in the forests before he came here?" asked Linda.

"That could be a possibility but for now, I prefer to keep this owl under close watch, so you won't be able to bring it back home just now, Linda."

"When will I be able to take it to my house, then?" Linda inquired.

"At the very least, I'll keep it here under close watch for a good three days. If anything happens, may it be good or bad, I will give you news in the next few days," announced Henry.

"Well, okay, if it helps the fella to get better. Well then, it's been good seeing you again, Henry. I'll be waiting for your call, now," spoke Linda, giving Henry seducing eyes just to kid around with him.

"O ... of co ... course!" Henry exclaimed, who suddenly started sweating abundantly.

"Gosh, you're always so easy to mess with, Henry!" Linda burst into laughter.

Realizing that Linda had played a prank on him, he also began laughing but not long after, he told Linda that she should probably go back home and do what she had planned to do originally. The redhead woman remembered that before she found the owl, she was going to the grocery store to buy some things for her and Blu. She immediately thanked the vet and quickly hurried back outside.

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"Where is she? She was supposed to have come back already by this time," a blue macaw sighed.

Then, the door of the library slammed open and Linda entered in a hurry. She seemed rather nervous, according to this blue macaw, and just passed next to him without doing their usual handshake. The blue macaw became somewhat anxious as to what happened when she went out to the grocery store. However, before he could ponder on that thought too long, Linda's attention was sent towards the blue macaw in less time needed to say Minnesota.

"You're not going to believe what happened today, Blu!" Linda exclaimed.

"No, but I have a feeling that you are going to tell me anyway," Blu squawked.

"I was going to the grocery story when I saw this owl in a pile of snow. It was all bloodied and had a broken wing, so I brought it to the vet and guess what? We're going to have another member in our little family soon."

"What? You mean you adopted this owl? Aren't owls supposed to be raptors that eat us little birds?" Blu nervously let out.

"Now, now! I thought I taught you better then this, Tyler Blu Gunderson! In any case, this owl suffered a severe concussion and will probably never be able to fly for the rest of its life, so I thought, why not care for the poor fella since no one would even dare lay an eye on its face," explained Linda.

"Why? What's the matter with this owl's face?" Blu squawked, giving Linda an interrogative look.

"I know that look, Blu. You want to know what's wrong with the owl's face. Well, when I first saw the poor bird, I noticed a large scar on its face," gestured Linda to show Blu what the owl's scar looked like.

"Ewww, now I understand why you said that no one would want to take that owl," Blu replied.

"Seriously, Blu, you are hopeless sometimes. I just hope you will behave a lot better when this said owl will be here," sighed Linda.

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Back at the vet's office, the owl woke up suddenly and looked as if it had experienced a terrible nightmare. He was slightly shaking and just looked around him before wilfing at the sight of the vet coming towards him with some sort of pointy item. When the vet tried to use the item on the owl, he jumped back, but he hadn't seen the edges of the table he was on and fell. He opened his wings and tried to take flight, but he was struck by a sharp pain and fell directly to the ground.

It was then that he noticed that his wing was all mangled up. Upon seeing this, he shot a menacing look at the vet and screeched at him because he believed the the other had done this to him.

"No need to get aggressive, my friend. All I want is a sample of your blood to send it to a bird specialist along with some photos of you so this friend can analyse you and judge the cause of your wounds," Henry told the owl peacefully.

Bird specialist? Blood sample? Where was he? Who was that other? What in Glaux's name had happened while he was out? Those kind of questions swirled around in the owl's head. However, there was a few things that were clear to him: his name was Kurth, he had killed nearly all his family and he had an other to whom he was indebted to. He exiled himself in other to search for this friend of his and he ended up with a torn wing, a concussion and he was stuck in some place he didn't even know existed.

He didn't know how or why, but he was able to understand what the vet was telling him. It sure was strange, though. Kurth had been raised as a Hoolian owl and yet, he was able to understand what the Others were. He was unsure of what happened after he plunged into a volcano with his mother locked into his talons. Was he the one who did that or was it the other that inhabited him at that moment?

Everything was unclear in his mind. He had no recollection of what had happened to him after he hit that sign in the small town of Moose Lake. He just remembered that he travelled far from a land that was devoid of any humans. When he noticed a pen and a loose leaf sheet, he walked to take them in an attempt to write something on the sheet that the vet could understand.

Kurth was, however, stopped by the vet and he was held in the air until Henry had finished taking a blood sample. The needle on that pointy thing stung a lot when it first entered his skin and it felt the same when it came out. Kurth screeched in pain and was released by a scared Henry, afraid that he might bite his fingers with his sharp beak.

Kurth looked at Henry and just screeched a bit to show his discontent. When he saw the pointy thing that the vet had used on him, he noticed that it was filled with blood, his blood, but he wasn't all that scared about that. After all, he been through a lot more worst. A psychotic, sociopath that just happened to be his mother was one of those things. No, the owl was more worried about what the vet was going to do with his blood sample.

Seeing as the pen and sheet were still there, he once again tried to reach them, but this time, he was pinned down by the vet and when Kurth looked back, which wasn't a very hard thing to do for owls as they had fourteen cervical vertebrae and were able to turn their head at about two hundred and seventy degrees on each side, he saw that Henry had another one of those pointy things, this time filled with some kind of transparent liquid.

He once again experienced a sharp pain as the needle once again entered his skin and then he felt the strange liquid being injected into his bloodstream. Once Henry had finished injecting Kurth with whatever he used, he quickly removed the needle and got back quickly, worried that the white owl would try to pluck out his eyes, or something like that. When he was at a safe distance, he just looked at the owl as it started to weaken.

"Calm down, my little friend," reassured Henry. " for now, just sleep. Sleep peacefully."

Frinking humans! I knew I should've listened to Mike and stay away from them! Kurth burst out in his mind before everything went black once more.

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So, what do you think for a first. Give me your opinion and I'll be posting the next chapter as soon as I can. It's actually good to be back in 3rd person writing and I have this feeling that I'll amaze some of you with the plot that I have in mind. Well, anyway, this is good bye for now. :3

Sincerely,
The 'Other' Guardian
LordChronicler46