Flight. That's all I ever thought of. Such a magnificent way of travel, and yet it can be so far from my reach. That is what I thought, 'till I tried shapeshifting. Oh goody, being an owl was fun! I could soar everywhere! (Until Pearl called me back. Bummer!) But with fun, there can be a downside...
One night, I had shapeshifted into an Eagle Owl, and flown off while Steven was asleep and the others were in their rooms. I had heard of a mystical place called Ga'Hoole. A place of thrills, learning and wonder. Where knightly owls rose in the night to perform noble deeds. Where the Guardians resided, honest and brave, wise and true. Yeah, the place sounded amazing! I was doing some barrel rolls before reaching the Sea of Hoolemere, when suddenly: I heard voices in my head.
Amethyst? AMETHYST! Where are you? (#Pearl)
Dumbfounded by my dizziness, I shook my head and dove into the everlasting void that is the night sky. (Woah!)
I came across an old Great Gray, talking to a wolf about how pellets work.
"Hey, wannaberyb!" I shouted to the old coop.
He took one look at me and flew off, intimidated. Saddened, I kept going towards the water. When I got to the sea, (FINALLY!) I had found an ancient-looking echidna, its quills painted with flower dyes. It yelled of 'foretold legends'. My 'gizzard' was telling me not to meet it, so I flew... and flew... and flew...