Hello! Welcome to Chapter 2 of Book 2. How suiting. If this chapter is a tad short, it's because my stupid computer deleted the last part, which I will save for Chapter 3. Thanks to all of you who've reviewed, I greatly appreciate it. If you've read 'Skies of Darkness', then you've heard about 'Between Brothers'. I don't need to tell you that it's awesome, it's a stone cold fact. However, if you like Spyro at all, then I HIGHLY recommend you read "The Snare of Darkness' by DragonMaster000, The sequel to my favorite story: 'The Broken Line'. It's epic. Well then, on with the show. Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of the Guardians.

Chapter 2

Gylfie slowly opened her eyes, observing the quiet hollow around her. She looked behind her to see Digger, sound asleep and wings still wrapped around her.

She smiled and nuzzled herself in his soft feathers. Even though he was asleep, she felt safe around him, like he was a shield.

A shield that was in love with her.

Despite being in a relationship with him for a couple of weeks, she still did not know wiether she returned the feelings for him. After the fiasco with Cobalt, she did not know if what she was feeling for Digger was love or infatuation. Either way, she felt something for him.

She had felt something for him even when they had first met. When her and Soren were merely looking for a place to rest.

"Hmm. Name's Digger." the strange owl replied, jumping from his spot and gesturing to a large tree. "The hollow's this way."

She attempted to follow him, but her leg was still hurt from that Pure One soldier. As soon as she put pressure on her left leg, pain shot through it. She grunted in pain.

"Gylfie, you alright?" Soren asked.

"I'm still a bit hurt. But I'll be fine."

"Whoa now, you need something for this." Digger replied. "Hey Barny, c-"

"Soren."

"Whatever, could you go up inside and check on the fire. "I've got some maggots roasting." He licked his beak. "Yummy."

"Alright then, I'll make sure your maggots are... ready." he replied.

"Gylfie, I think, wait here." he said before scurrying off into the fog.

She took the time to admire her surroundings. She had never been to Ambala before. Unlike the cold confines of St. Aggies or the hot extremes of Kuneer, this place was damp, mildly humid, and absolutely beautiful. She would love to live here, but then again, she'd love to do a lot of things.

Digger scurried out of the fog with a... rose in his beak, filled with some kind of fluid at the base.

"Well at least you're straight forward." she chuckled to herself.

"Oh ha, ha, ha." he muttered. "Me and my friend Twilight like to keep our medicine in these things. The damp weather kinda mixes the stuff with the... You know, Twilight could explain this a lot better than me."

He ripped a piece of moss from the undergrowth and dabbed the liquid onto it.

"Hold out your leg."

She complied. He began to rub the moss on the cut, causing her to wince in pain.

"Hey, guess what?" he asked.

"What?"

"What do you call an owl who's been causing too much trouble"

"Um... I don't know."

"A Whoooligan." this earned a chuckle from her and a smile on his face. She looked up at him, but couldn't help but look in his eyes. They were a tinted green, full of happiness and joy. They were beautiful.

"OK, that should stop the pain for now. Come on, let's see if your friend has eaten up all the maggots." he said, starting up the hill.

She opened her eyes again from the memory, only this time, she looked at Digger in a happier mood. She nuzzled her head against him and kissed the side of his head affectionately.

"Young love." a booming voice yelled.

Both her and Digger practically jumped out of their feathers in fright, only to see Twilight chuckling to himself.

"By Joe, it looks like I've ruined the mood, how shameful of me."

"Indeed." Digger retorted.

"Oh cheer up lads, tonight's a big night. The milkberry festival is here, and we've got a lot of decorating to do."

"I don't suppose they'll need extra music-"

"Not to worry, my lute shall bring joy to everyone who hears it."

"Yes, Twilight. I'm sure it will." Digger mumbled.

"IT WILL, YOU'LL SEE!"

"Ezylryb, I ask for your opinion. Do you think having the festival this year is wise? Considering the recent events?"

The snowy owl looked at his old friend with wisdom. The parliament was completely empty aside from the two of them, allowing them to discuss current events in peace.

"With all due respect Boron, these owls have been through absolute hell after the attack. They need something to take it off their minds."

"As could I my friend. I don't like being reminded that I was nearly killed by the brother of one of our guardians."

"It's been hard on all of them," Ezylryb contemplated, "But Soren has seemed to focus on other things, like Otulissa."

"Have they... Joined?"

Ezylryb chuckled. "Oh yes my king, they have joined many times."

"At the rate they're going, I wouldn't be surprised to see a wedding soon enough."

"Boron, while this festival will be good for the tree, we can't forget that the Pure Ones are still out there. If they've managed to strike the tree once, you can be sure that they'll do it again. Especially with Nyra still at the helm. We need to be prepared."

"After the festival, we'll call a meeting in the parliament to discuss the plans to help the other regions. The Pure Ones have seemed to lay low for some reason. We need to make sure they stay that way. But for now, let's enjoy the party."

With a grunt, Uglamore rose from his small bed. He brushed off some of the dust clinging to his feathers, preened his wingtips a bit, and watched as the familiar shape of the nurse maid snake slithered into view.

"And how are we feeling today dear?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"A bit better, my head doesn't hurt as much as before, but it still aches from time to time."

"Excellent, the worse seems to be over for you dear."

"Why do you keep calling me 'dear'? Have you forgotten what I tried to do to your little one?"

"No I have not. But what I do remember is that she comes to see you as much as she can, and you're so nice to her. And quite frankly, you've been quite the gentlemen lately to me as well. Dear."

He chuckled to himself. "Well I'm fine Mrs. P. Thank you."

"Of course, I'll check up on you later." she said, slithering away.

He hated the Guardians, but for the past months he had been thinking hostile thoughts towards the Pure Ones as well. He had given everything to be with them, and in return, they had left him. Not just anywhere, but in the heart of the enemy's dwelling. He had expected torture and exile, just as his comrades would have done. But what he didn't expect was for them to heal him and treat him with care. They were no doubt hostile towards him, but that was to be expected.

Another thing that was expected was the interrogation. The Guardians had questioned him about any plans that may had been discussed when he was with the Pure Ones, but he didn't have anything to say. Because he honestly didn't know. Nyra had become strange before the attack. She didn't seem to trust anyone with her plans, and had acted very skittish when she was questioned about them.

Who knew where her state of mind was at this time.

The one thing that had completely blown him away was the fact that Eglantine, the one Nyra had ordered to abduct, had been the most concerned for him. Every week she would come visit him, asking if he needed anything or just starting a conversation. It was sweet, he was always glad to have her around.

Her brother Soren however, did not approve of this at all.

He would get furious with her when he found her talking to him, telling her to stay away from the 'pile of spronk'.

But Uglamore understood. Soren was just a brother looking out for his little sister. He respected him for that.

Suddenly, a rather large owl entered the view. He wore strange objects on his eyes, and smelled of coal and fire.

It was his 'favorite' member of the tree: Bubo, the blacksmith.

"How we doing today Red-Eye?"

"Bubo, you know names don't work on me."

"Eh, whatever. Listen, the Milksberry festival is tonight, and Boron has sent me to tell you that you're welcome to join us."

"Well, that do-"

"And that you know what will happen if you try anything stupid."

"All too well my friend."

"You coming or what?" he said, taking his leave.

"Yeah, right behind you, soot feathers."

A.N: Sorry for it being so short. I'll try to make the next one longer. Please review. Adios.