Hello. This is my new Gogh story that I've been intent on. lol.
Ynryk is born in St. Aggie's by one of the commanding guards. His father Evert is stern, and too cruel for a father. But all that Ynryk knows is hatred. He watched as the snatched owlets grow. He takes a particular interest in a young owlet named Soren. And now Ynryk tries to find himself. Before it's too late.
Ynryk's father towered over him, his eyes gleaming like two yellow suns. "I've told you," his voice was stoked with anger. "Never to call me that!" The Great Gray beat his wings threateningly, his eyes blazing.
"I . . . I'm sorry Evert. I am." Ynryk stumbled over his words in fear and shame. "A slip of the beak."
Skench walked towards the owl, he was nearly four moon-cycles old. His silver feathers coming in nicely. She hadn't sent him to be moon-blinked yet. But she would soon. Her new batch of owlets would be coming in soon.
"Come with me to see the new owlets," she offered. She wanted to teach this owl to be humble.
"Yes; Ablah General, mam!" He barked, his eyes glassy with loyalty.
Skench was filled with glee, what a fine officer he'll make! She crooed to herself. Great Gray's were known for being fierce, that's why she liked breeding them best.
Ynryk stood by Skench, not really listening to her as she babbled. He instead, busied himself in studying the arrivals. He saw a tiny owl and decided it a Pygmy. He scanned the owlets, curiosity taking the best of him.
He took a particular interest in a young Barn Owl, who looked completely miserable.
"You are orphans . . ." Skench droned.
At that the little Barn Owl winced, his eyes blazing. Before looking down at his unhardened talons.
After the speech Ynryk was excused. He knew as well as his father that his name wasn't of interest. He was going to get his number ceremony tonight anyway. He winced, his mother had not been an owl of St. Aggies. She had named him . . .
"You shall be known as 25-24." Skench said.
25-24 dipped his head, his yellow eyes burning momentarily with grief for his mother. The second in command Spoorn had killed her."
I know that this is quite short and quite bland but it shall get better. I'm suffering from a head-ache that could kill a cow so I'm going to bed. Reviews appreciated
