A/N:
Yay! This is my first fanfic. I hope you will enjoy it and the many others I plan to write in the future.
A perfect song to listen to while reading is Lucy by Skillet. I used this song as a basis for my story.
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**Disclaimer**: I own nothing of the beautiful and creative ideas I borrowed and adapted from Kathryn Lasky's Guardians Of Ga'Hoole series.
I created Jonas, Theodor, and Lydia just for this story, and they may reappear in my later works.
I do however own all 15 books in print and on my lovely Kindle :)
See you on my next story! Wolf Out.
Chapter 1:A Strategy For Destruction
It was the night before the eclipse, the very night that Coryn was hatched, and the very night his satanic mother, Nyra, was hatched as well. Being born under the rust tinted orb led to an enchantment being cast on the newborn owl, which could either be good or evil.
She was the recipient of the negative side of that curse, and had envisioned to lead her son on the same errant path. But, against all odds, the young Tyto had fled from the Pure Ones, retrieved the Ember Of Hoole, and had become the new King of the Great Tree.
A few seasons before, the Guardians had chased the blue Snowy Owl from the Great Tree after his attempt to burn owls on Balefire Night and capture the Ember.
He and the Pure Ones had laid dormant for sometime after that horrible event. However, the crazed blue owl and his followers teamed up with the Pure Ones in the Northern Kingdoms and began planning the means to rule the owl world with the capture of the Ember and the destruction of Ga'Hoole.
As soon as The Guardians had learned of Nyra and The Striga's plan to bring hagsfiends and nachtmagen back into the world, they had enlisted the aid of all creatures willing to help them fight the coming atrocity, from both the Northern and Southern Kingdoms.
Coryn had dubbed it The War Of The Ember.
The Guardians were stationed in Beyond The Beyond, awaiting their reinforcements and tracking the Pure Ones movement, since the location of their secret hideout had been reported to be in the Desert Of Kuneer by Tavis and Cletus, the long lost brothers of Twilight.
A Burrowing Owl named Tarn had overseen the construction of the extensive network of burrows beneath the barren landscape, which was used as a place for the Pure Ones to hide their increasing numbers in preparation for their attack on the Guardians.
The Band had started rumors that the Ember was in The Beyond, and Nyra knew this was to her advantage if they proved true, since the newly hatched hagsfiends would be fighting inland, away from the deadly salt water that soaked their ragged feathers and drowned them.
However, Nyra did not possess knowledge that a slink melf of dire wolves had been dispatched to destroy the sparkling violet eggs being incubated in the Ice Talons that were on the brink of hatching.
As the Guardians waited for their allies to arrive, Soren and The King were planning a strategy to kill both Nyra and The Striga using a bonk ember. Operation Death Lure was its name, and it came together in a small cave illuminated by flares of glowing red light from the erupting volcanoes.
The King addressed his uncle.
"Soren, I have conjured up a plan to put an end to my mother and that treacherous blue owl. I call it Operation Death Lure."
"How will it work, Coryn? Is it risky?" replied Soren.
The King responded, "I will secretly return the Ember to the volcano I retrieved it from after The Guardians have engaged the Pure Ones. Then I will retrieve a bonk coal and coax those two horrid owls into the crater of the southernmost volcano. We must make sure that they are put into an indefensible position. There must be NO escape for them. It MUST end there."
Soren need not receive an answer to his second question. He felt it in his gizzard it would be a treacherous maneuver. The raking updrafts caused by the red hot lava below would make for nasty flying conditions, let alone having to engage the two most lethal and unforgiving owls alive, over that roiling pool.
He and his nephew both found slight relief in the thought that echoed in their brains simultaneously.
If the ember will be the instrument through which these two owls met their deaths, then it will be worth all the grief it has caused...
