Hello, everyone. I'm DA (DarkerAngel) coming to you to bring you "Legends Come To Life". This is just a quick summary like you read on the back of books.
Summary: When a sixteen year old boy named James and his nineteen year old brother, Austin, win a school trip to the place of James's dreams, both of their worlds get turned upside down forever. After a terrible car wreck, James awakens to find himself a little 'different'. Now James and his newfound companions set out on a journey to find Austin and the Owls of Ga'Hoole.
I was flying across the sky like a bird with arms outstretched over the horizon. The warm sun beginning to climb over the mountain tops as I soared through the air. The pink sky of dawn spilled out over the planes and forests below, awakening the life within the trees. Then, just then, I began to feel tired; almost as if weighted down by some unknown force. I started to flap my arms, trying to descend only to realize that my arms where no longer there and long, thick wings with light brown feathers had taken their place. The rest of my body had changed as well, leaving me a brown barn owl; the colors of my feathers varying from dark and light. With talons at the ready, I landed on a nearby tree branch with ease, like I'd been doing it sense I was born. The sun kept rising, shining brightly over the landscape, and I just felt so tired. I couldn't stay awake and closed my eyes before I could great the new day.
"Pardon me, sir?" I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes. A woman dressed in the usual fashion of flight attendants stood next to my seat in the cabin of the plane. "Sir, the plane's landed in Frutherland."
Frutherland was the high school trip this year, and of all the places the school had been to before, this was the one place I had to go to. You see, my dad used to tell me legends and stories from his travels as an archeologist. Of all the legends, the ones about the Guardian Owls of Ga'Hoole really sank into my memory. The legend takes place here on the island of Frutherland; one of the only places in the world with so many different climates squished into such a tiny space. It's said that a group of talking, magical owls created the lands of Frutherland, and they had ruled the land before us humans came and claimed it for ourselves.
"Your brother's outside waiting for you." My brother, Austin's his name, being a senior, got first class while I had to go coach. Truthfully, I should be a junior, but I was caught in a group with the wrong people that year of my life and let's just say they weren't very bright. I stood up, nodding to the attendant kindly.
"Thank you, miss. Sorry if I was hard to wake up." I quickly said standing and going to get my trunk down from the baggage area above my seat only to find it wasn't there.
The woman spoke, trying to mend my confusion. "Your brother got it down and took it with him; he has it." Hearing this, I felt like I was going to die. I know only one reason why my brother would do something like that for me.
"Thank you!" I forced out hastily, pushing past her and heading to exit the plane in a rush. Past the rows of seats I jogged, leaving the plane and entering the tunnel, linking the airport to the aircraft. My brother was standing there, smug on his face, holding my opened journal right in his hand. My trunk had been opened and spilled out all over the walkway.
With a quick laugh, my brother closed the book and tossed it to me, raising one of his eyebrows sarcastically. "So, you actually believe in those old stories dad used to tell us? You actually believe that the owls here can talk? Sorry little brother, but I think you should be put in a mental hospital." He turned his back to me, starting to walk away. "You should grow up, James. Face reality and stop living in fairy tales. If you don't now, it'll just be even harder for you to grow up when you need to later on."
He left me there. My luggage was strung all over the floor, and my journal straps were ripped off. I couldn't believe he just left me there to sort the mess out myself.
After about three hours, two of which were spent waiting for Austin to decide on a car to rent, we were on the road, heading for the hotel where we were all supposed to meet up with the other students who could afford to pay for the trip themselves. I was in the back, staring blindly out the window and gazing upon the tree line as we drove.
"You know, James, you shouldn't be so upset about what I said. I did it for your own good. You might not see it now, but in time, you will." muttered Austin, trying to be reassuring but failing miserably at doing so.
"Gee! Thanks, bro! You made me feel so much better!" I said, sarcasm rolling off my words like poison. "This is just how I wanted to spend this week in Frutherland! I just had to have your mouth drive me up a wall, at least once!"
He turned back to look at me with anger written all over his red face. "Shut it, little boy!" He barked, furiously. You know when my brother gets really angry, because his words begin to sound like a bull dog with a chest cold. As Austin glared at me, the world seemed to slow down and I caught a glimpse of something large and white fly right past the wind shield. It was definitely a snow white owl of some kind. Then suddenly, the world sped back up and I heard the scariest sound I've ever heard in my life.
An eighteen wheeler's tuck horn went off for a split second, and then all I heard was a loud crash before everything going black. The world had faded out of existence. Was I… dead?
So, it's the end of the first chapter, huh? Well, wasn't that a train wreck. IDK how many spelling errors and other things of the like I made. If anyone reads this and thinks I really need to edit this chapter for any reason, please post a review about it and I'll try my hardest to fix it.
Bios:
James P. Gauldric
Race: Human
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: (This is only the way I picture him; you can image James however you so choose) http : / img .dailymail. com .uk /i/pix/2007/10_04/aleksDM2510_
Austin H. Gauldric
Race: Human
Age: 19
Appearance: (This is only the way I picture him; you can image Austin however you so choose) http : / 3 .bp. blogspot. com /_W9WsTbBa9PM/SNCSVbB3MkI/AAAAAAAABco/mVqArejuQvE/s400/0000002454_
