Coryn sighed. He had retrieved the Ember of Hoole and everyone was celebrating their new king. He still couldn't quite believe that was him. Coryn now knew his uncle Soren. His uncle had told him all about the horrors Coryn's father and mother had committed as the leaders of the awful Tytonic Union of the Pure Ones. His father Kludd had pushed uncle Soren out of the nest. Soren could've died. It was supposed to be a sacrifice, Coryn's mum Nyra had told him. However, the recruiting owls of St. Aegolius's Academy of Orphaned Owls had picked him up. Kludd had pushed his sister out then. When he had died, they had burnt his remains. In the fire, Coryn had seen something. He knew now it had been the Ember, but back then he had no clue.
But enough dwelling in the past, Coryn told himself. What matters now is the future. You have to take care of all the owls. Darkness has pervaded the crevices of the owl kingdom too long.
Everybody loved Coryn as their new king. But was it enough for Coryn?
-end of chapter-