Well, I honestly don't know what to say. I would use the coma excuse, but I think I've used that one before. But I promise to update this story at least once a week. My writing style should be very different, but hopefully better. I reread my last story, and it's very different than how I write now. And, without further interuption, here is the improved chapter 1.
Matthew flew slowly, close to the water near the Great Ga'hoole tree. He should have been happier than he was, he knew that. The war was over, and he had a great girl. But… something just didn't seem right. Even thought the world was peaceful again, something just didn't seem right. Trying to clear his mind, he looked up at the meteor shower. Another one. They were happening very frequently. It seemed like one almost every other night. And Amelia wanted to see them with him almost every single night… He sighed. He shouldn't try and make himself believe he was angry with her about that. He wasn't. It was just… Amelia was wanting to have chicks, but it seemed too soon for him. Even though they had known each other for two or three years know, it just felt wrong.
But, try as he might, he couldn't work up the bravery to tell her that. Every time she started to talk about it, her eyes just sparkled up, and he couldn't tell her. She looked too happy. So, he just settled for avoiding her. Even though he knew it wouldn't work in the long run. Luckily, Felli and Joshua hadn't told her that, so he was safe for a bit longer. How much though, he couldn't decide. He was only able to keep it up this far by doing something, anything, till the sky was so bright, she was asleep in their hollow by the time he came in. But it couldn't last forever. He felt so trapped. Taking another deep breath, he just tried to focus on flying. There would always be time, even just a bit, to make those decisions later.
The owl skimmed close to the ground, moving at huge speeds. Normally, it would be foolish, maybe even suicidal to race along at the speed he did. One hit by a raised root, or a branch that had dissolved into a blur, and he would have been injured, to say the least. But, being an angel never hurt. So, he raced along at his inhuman (or is it inowl?) speed, relying on his hearing rather than his sight to locate his pursuers. Keener than a barn owl's, he was able to determine they were not gaining on him. Most likely. But he knew he would outrun them eventually. Glaux was calling all angels to assist him. No, he thought. That imposter could not have been Glaux, the benign owl god. Something was wrong. And that's why he had fallen. He had the knowledge that could save the owl world. Gluax, or whoever the imposter was, had grown tired of the owl world. And he was planning to destroy it.
And there it ends. Sorry it is short, I promise they really will be longer, but this was just sort of an intro, both for me and the story. I want to test the waters, and this is how. Please review, or just mention what I should include in my official apology next chapter, so I can earn the approval of the people again.