I awoke in a weird, stinky hollow with bits of moss everywhere. Books lined the carved-in shelves, and small pellets in a small pot. Gross! Among the books were a few toys, maybe for an owlet to use. But what did I know? I'm just a gem. To me, this place was astounding! I peeked out of the hollow to discover a large mass of branches, hollows, and owls as far as the eye can see!

"Hello? Anyone there?"

No reply. Then the gears in my head shifted: I am in Ga'Hoole. I made it. I didn't die! I LIVED!

Excitement coursed through my veins as I scanned the tree from the hollow. In my excitement, I did not detect the things happening near me. I heard some wind commotion, quite silent. An owl was flying towards me. Instinctively, I stepped back. The barn owl landed in the hollow with grace, and in total silence. I begged myself to stay quiet.

"Hey there, you're finally awake!" The owl said, optimism in his voice.

"Hehe, yeah. Say, how'd I end up in this place? I don't remember a thing," I replied.

"I rescued you from a fatal fall. You were going straight into the sea in the midst of a hurricane!"

The memories suddenly flooded my brain. "Oh. Well, thank you! My name is Amethyst, and I was on a trip to the Great Tree."

"My name is Soren, and well, you made it!"

We took off to find The King and Queen of Hoole. A pair of wingfast snowies that gracefully ruled over the kingdom. There, I would speak with them and understand the history of the place. After all, I had no actual clue where anything was in this darn tree. When we arrived at the large hollow, Boron and Baran, the royal snowies who took care of the tree, greeted me with kindess, although were surpised by my purple plumage. They eyed it nervously, then looked to a short-eared owl who had just arrived.

"Otulissa, can you blow off that candle?" the King asked.

"Yes sir."

In a flash, she turned it off. Soren was then asked to fly up to the Queen and explain how I was found. A few inaudible whispers, then he flew back to me. I stepped forward to introduce myself to the King and Queen.

"Your Honors, I am Amethyst, Eurasian Eagle Owl of Delmarva." I hope I introduced myself correctly.

"Pray tell," the Queen hooted. "How are your feathers purple? Soren told me he tried washing it off when you were unconscious, but to no avail."

"It's natural." There was a gasp from the owls sitting in back, watching the conversation.

"Are you sure?"

"Indeed I am, my Queen."

"Do you have any battle experience?"

"Thousands upon thousands of years."

" ...May you demonstrate whatever you mean tommorow? I will set up a friendly battle with Soren here."

"I accept. Thanks, and I'll see you tommorow."