The new High Tyto
Ch. 1
As Soren was carried into the depths of the St. Aegeolis canyons, he saw other owls doing training. His sense of purpose florished. He knew that he wanted to lead this group called the Pure Ones to new highs. So, he let Gylfie be moonblinked and become a picker and went to train under Nyra.
"Now is the time to prove yourselves as worthy to the Empire. Whomever flys the highest advances to the next level of training." Nyra told the recruits.
Soren spread his wings and took off. He and a Masked Owl were tied for the lead, with the Masked Owl starting to win.
'I won't let her win! I want to train solo with Nyra!' Soren thought.
He pumped his wings harder and gained more altitude. Soon, he was almost brushing the roof of the cavern.
"Good! Good! Now, I'll tell you who is advancing."
Soren waited to hear his name in anticipation.
"Blaire, Crag, you two will train under Stryker."
Soren waited.
"Hengen, Eyja, you will train under Wortmore."
'Patience, Soren. Patience.' He told himself.
"And last but not least, Soren will train under me."
"Is that wise, General Mam?" Stryker asked.
"You dare question my judgement? He has proven himself to be a fine Tyto, maybe even next in line to be High Tyto." Nyra snapped.
"No, ma'am!" All of the soldiers replied in unison.