Thank you for your patience. After nine days, I'm finally ready to start on chapter three. In this chapter, more characters are introduced, the plot becomes thicker, and you will find out the significance of the title. I have to warn you, this is where it gets a little messy.
It all seemed like it had happened like it was only yesterday. Griffin remembered that horrible, haunting night. He remembered it so well, because he saw it with his own eyes.
Almost two years had passed since Griffin last saw his family. He was out in the forest with Luna. They had just finished telling their story about the Underground for what seemed like the thousandth time. The two went out to hunt, and to get a little alone time from their story-telling. Griffin was feeding on caterpillars at his favorite sugar maple. (Even Luna was starting to find an appetite for them) He could also tell that he was no longer worrying about everything and everyone, and started to enjoy life more. Everything was back to the way Griffin wanted it. That was, until, a few days later.
Griffin was awoken by his mother's desperate cries.
"Wake up Griffin. Fly out of here! Now!"
Griffin obeyed without a second's hesitation to see what all the panic was about. He saw hundreds of tiny flickering lights close in the sky. At first, Griffin thought it was stars, but they were sticks of fire. Stolen fire.
At first, Griffin thought that the owls were attacking, but he instantly changed his mind when he saw dark, giant bat wings attached to the burning sticks.
Within seconds, the forest was filled with franticly flapping wings. And not just Silverwing wings, but also dark, murderous cannibal wings. In a frenzy, Griffin saw the Vampyrum Spectrum assault his colony. Claws thrashed, blood was spilled, and heads and wings were sunk into with giant, blood-thirsty teeth. The Vampyrum were eliminating Griffin's colony.
First, he saw his uncle Chinook, fighting valiantly for his life. Struck down in the back by a Vampyrum claw.
Next were Griffin's grandparents, Ariel and Cassiel. They tried their best to escape the chaotic battle, but they were burned alive by the Vampyrum fire.
Griffin searched franticly for his mother Marina, when he saw her trying to get Luna to safety.
"Find a place to hide, you two. And whatever you do, don't come back for me!"
These were that last words Griffin ever heard his mother say. He saw helplessly as Goth, the new king of the Vampyrum, dive onto Marina and bite her head off right in front of Griffin's eyes.
He couldn't wait any longer. Griffin and Luna flew out of the forest in hopes to find a hiding place. He could see Goth right on their trail, hungry for Griffin's blood.
Griffin and Luna flapped with all their strength, but Goth was catching up on them. But suddenly, as if by some supernatural force, they both lost control of their bodies. They involuntarily flew back to the tree, and hid in a giant knothole close to Tree Haven. Goth could pursue them no longer, because the air was filled with smoke.
Griffin and Luna passed out, and in a few hours, Tree Haven was nothing but a pile of ash. When they regained consciousness, they searched the charred forest for any survivors. No one answered back. Griffin finally realized that his entire colony was dead. He and Luna were the last remaining Silverwings.
Now, two years later, Griffin and Luna have traveled to the jungle to seek help. With no home left to go, they have searched for survivors and, over time, forged into a small band of refugees. A rebellion whose soul purpose is to overthrow the Vampyrum rule, free all northern bats, and thrive for freedom once again.
Griffin and Luna have created the Knights of Nocturna.
