A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever, I'm stocked to finally be in the ranks of fantastic writers, I hope you enjoy my version of the sequel. Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of the Guardians.
Prologue
The moon shined with brilliance, casting rays of light onto the lands below. The moon had existed to see many different things: The birth of life, The reign of reptilian animals, Extinctions, and the rise of man. But with man's rising, the moon was greeted with years of terror. Man fought war after war, even after the largest war in history, man couldn't stop fighting. One day, the moon paid witness to a series of bright flashes on the earth's surface, giant clouds began to cover the planet, and the moon, ever watchful, saw man slowly destroy itself. It was decades before the clouds disappeared, and the moon watched a new world take place. No man, no war, no death, only peace. From the birth of the new world came the owls. The moon had shined upon them during the age of man, but seemed to have now changed. These owls began to study the world, and years later, the owls had taken the role of man. Unlike man, the owls kept peace sustained in the world for decades, wanting to learn instead of fight. But the moon, ever vigilant, could somehow understand that peace could never last. It was true, one night, the moon illuminated the world, not a world of peace, but of war. Illuminated by the moon were owls slashing with talons, beak, and blades. One fought for dominance, the other fought for order. In the years that came, the moon watched as life after life was ended, until a battle was fought across the sea, and two owls left that battle. One left without a beak, the other left without a talon. Peace settled for a decade, then the fighting started again. The same two owls fought each other, but the moon was also greeted to two more owls fighting in fire. One seemed to fall into the fire while the moon watched. It would always be there to watch, no matter how many deaths it could see, it only assured the moon of one thing: Peace could never last.
A forest fire raged across the forest of The Beaks, it consumed every living creature with ease, giving it a slow, painful death. Out of the inferno came an owl, screaming in pure agony. Diving into a small creek, the owl quickly relaxed under the cooling liquid, but nothing could extinguish the fire that blazed in his heart. His name was Kludd, after he and his brother were captured by a group of owls called "The Pure Ones", Kludd had finally found a place where he belonged, his brother Soren didn't want to be a part of it, even his sister Eglantine rejected the name of the Pure Ones. The only family he had now was his two leaders: Metalbeak, and his mate Nyra. His brother always spoke of the Guardians of Ga'hoole, a mythical group of noble owls. His siblings would never quit talking about them, and he was glad when they were out of the picture. He only cared about power, and Soren had never seen "true" power. After a grueling battle with the "glorious" Guardians of Ga'hoole, Kludd finally had a chance to show his brother what true power was truly about. Now he lay here, slowly burning, with a blackened face, and a broken wing. But his spirit wasn't broken, and it would never break. He opened his eyes in time to see the Guardians fly away with the owlets in their talons. At the back of the group where four owls: an elf owl, A great grey, a burrowing owl, and a familiar looking barn owl. A smile slowly crept upon his face, full of malice, his brother was still alive, and he would finally have the chance to destroy his world. Just you wait brother, I'm going to make you pay dearly for what you did to me. By the time I'm finished, you will be begging me for death!