Warning: Chris and Tempest swear a little in this chappy, but, hey, what's new? Just a heads up so it's not so jarring.

Disclaimer: I don't own KH or Legend of the Guardians, the Owls of Ga'hoole. They belong to their respective companies and people. Orignal characters still belong to me.

Chapter 10

Broadening Horizons

Tempest needed a map. Badly. Interstellar travel was more confusing then… anything really.

He leaped up from a higher roof and started gliding. He hasn't had any luck finding a map store as the places had either too many people or it just wasn't open. The best thing he found was a thing called a navigation gummi, but it didn't look compatible with his armour or HUB. So the second best option was to download the map from the gummi, or in this case, the gummi ship itself.

Tempest slipped into a rooftop vent and into the garage like space for the ship. Taking off his helmet and prying the back panel off, he found a spare wire and started looking for the mainframe for the ship.

"Gotcha," He smirked, finding a loose block at the back of the multi-coloured ship. Slowly shifting it out, he plugged the cord into the uncovered plug and slowly went through all the data. He was no wiz at computers, but he didn't suck enough to crush it into oblivion.

As soon as he found the maps, he duplicated the data and transferred the newly copied data into his helmet. Just in the nick of time too, as someone was entering the garage, their footsteps making the metal floor worble.

Tempest hastily replaced the block and leaped up to the vent, helmet under his arm as he slipped out of sight.

'Too close, way too close…' He panted, climbing out of the vent and back onto the roof. He could hear shouting from the vent, probably out of concern that he had done something to the ship.

Letting out a strangled sigh, Tempest slipped the helmet back on and turned on the HUB. The visor lit up with a new blurb at the left of his screen.

'Wow, self-learning…' Tempest snorted, remembering the huge speech Chris gave when he started talking about the panther blacksmith friend.

Back then, he just wouldn't shut up about his 'Magnum Opus'. It was away 'Magnum Opus' this, 'Magnum Opus' that. Hell, he even asked me to help him solder some wires together just because he wasn't precise enough. Kage was really, really devoted in his work, especially that armour over there. He did follow some premade plans, but they were only how the software should be written and how the pauldron would be used as a doorbell of sorts. Everything else was him.

'...I still wish you hadn't left…'

He sighed, holding back tears, and went back to the minimap. It only had a few worlds on it, each with a premade name and an icon an logo. It seemed that gummi ships were highly limited with travel routes, having to go through several worlds to get to a farther one.

'Not very helpful…' Tempest breathed, feeling a little underwhelmed. He switched the HUB off and took off the helmet, staring up at the starry sky.

'Which one out there is home?'

He listened to the muffled shouts that came out of the vent, the quiet murmurs of the streets and the general peacefulness of the place.

Tempest got up from his position on the roof, willing the helmet away before sliding down the tiles. Just before he would fall off, he launched himself into the sky with his glider suddenly appearing on his back in a shower of silver coloured sparks.

"Mommy! Pretty bird!" He could hear faintly from below.

"Yes, sweety, a Phoenix," Tempest flew to the first district before donning his armour and shooting off into the sky once again, this time with a better sense of direction. Hopefully.

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Saki's Letters #25

Hey there Chris,

Sooo, Saki's crying in the corner… that's a thing that's happening. I don't know how to put this buuttt, Old grandpa got two kids… that's it. I don't know why Saki's crying like a child (or baby) but now two little children are running around the castle which is fully equipped to accidentally murder them. Apparently, they both have potential and even though one of us (me, you and Saki) is supposed to become Master of the castle, grandpa wants a human Master. He went out of his way to tell me that he's not pushing us aside, he just finds us… immature sometimes. He seems to think you're dead. I dunno how mature you are but now we have two kids to take care of because Eraqus can do it himself. Their names are Terra, a reckless little child that is extremely energetic, and Aqua, quiet and likes reading your old history books. Saki's supposed to watch over Aqua, but I watch both of them mostly. Cuz Saki does jack shit after those two came. P.S. I gave u a photo of them cuz why not? Really, why not.

Kage

Kage was wearing a new outfit consisting of a thin, red checkered jacket with one sleeve rolled up, beige khakis, a new black headband with the same strange emblem on it and new brown fingerless gloves. The same tailband is still wrapped around the panther's tail, shining in the morning light. He seems taller than before.

Saki was also sporting a new look, her hooded jacket now fur lined but still sea blue coloured. A tan coloured v-neck is worn over a white shirt. Why v-necks, Tempest will never know or understand. She's also wearing grey sweatpants and grey coloured sneakers. (Tempest will never understand the need for sneakers. Never). She looked like she's in denial, with her forehead pressed against the wall and her eyes squeezed shut.

The boy, who Tempest assumes is Terra, is on Kage's shoulders with quite a few bandages on him. He looks to be around ten years old, wearing a dark grey t-shirt and tan cargo shorts and waving his arms around and seeming to cheer excitedly in the photo.

Aqua, the girl in the photo, is much calmer in demeanour, standing there with her nose buried in an old history book with the title of History of the One World Gods with a Keyblade looking thing stamped in gold leaf.

They're standing in a town, not Traverse or Twilight, some unknown town with wisps of clouds hanging over the building. It honestly looks like a family photo set in a peaceful place.

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Tempest was naturally attracted to the Outer Worlds. Or that the Inner Worlds are just boring as heck. He didn't even use the map that he had painstakingly downloaded, which peeved him off a little but he had to cut his losses.

He zipped through a donut-shaped unprocessed gummi material, dodging the random pieces of rocks and other things like metal sheets and stuffed animals. Trinkets like pocket watches and technologically advanced tablets floated in space. If one were to travel in a vehicle or at faster speeds, you wouldn't be able to pick out the little dots of silver or brown that zoomed through space.

He stopped as soon as three different worlds appeared on the minimap, the thing starting to beep after a few minutes of silence. Tempest slowed down just before he could be caught into the field of the entrance.

'Whatever,' He shrugged. He wasn't in the mood for analyzing stuff, so diving for a random one is a perfectly viable option. It wasn't like the left world would be terrible… right?

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Was the left world a bad idea? No, not remotely. Does Tempest have a problem with landing on his feet? Yes, probably. Does he have a record of fainting without a warning? Okay, no, but he did get knocked out once by that stupid freaking Wyvern. That time wasn't fair either, he had used up all him bloody mana to kill the stupid thing, and mana exhaustion is not a fun thing to deal with!

*Beep*

"If you're listening to this recording, you done fucked up! Welcome to the world where you are more likely to get mauled by the wild animals then get kid-excuse me- owl-napped. Welcome back to, wait for it, the Hoolian Kingdom! Have fun and try not to get brainwashed. Also, look at that ass."

*Beep*

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'What. The. Honest. Fu-'

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"Holy shit, he wasn't kidding."

A feeling of dread washed over him as he lifted his head to looked a red fox dead in the eyes. It snarled hungrily as it stared Tempest down as if it were thinking how best to murder his newly transformed bird butt. Which it probably was.

"Hahaha...I'm going to die here, aren't I?" He laughed nervously. The fox just stared Tempest down, panting.

In a split second decision, Tempest half hopped, half ran towards the nearest tree and started desperately clawing his way up.

The fox just stayed down on the ground, occasionally jumping up to try and bit his tail feathers.

Tempest scrambled onto a low lying branch, just high enough for the fox to lose interest and leave. Now the problem was getting out of this place without dieing. Who knows what the scuffle attracted.

'No tree climbing little crap nuggets...please no…' He prayed, shrinking down into his newly acquired feathers.

Something rustled from above, making a few leaves fall from the tree.

'Oh shit, oh shit, oh no no nono-'

"Ha! Gotcha, little bugger!" A brown and grey blur dropped down from above, a talon clasping around his head and one around his body. Any breath left in him was squeezed out.

"Nap time!" A sickeningly cheerful voice announced. Something happened, and Tempest just stops fighting right there.

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Tempest couldn't tell how long had passed since he woke up, only the sensation of being blind and having powerful claws holding him still. The air smelt of feathers and humidity, the sounds lazy wingbeats surrounding him.

"Whatcha got there, Cron?"

"Just another Tyto. A reckless one too, found 'im taking on a great fox all by 'imself! He even tried to claw my eyes out!"

'Well, that explains the blindfold, and why I feel so tired.' Tempest breathed. He probably went berserk again, for a longer time too.

"Oooo, scary~"

"Hey guys!" A new voice appears out of the blue.

"Ho boy! Another little bugger." He felt his abductor spin around in apparent joy.

"Yeah!"

"You betcha!"

"Let me go!" A young sounding voice cuts through the excited hoots.

"Ouch!" Something drops, making a whistling sound as it fell.

"Argh, damnit." The other owl seemingly dives after the abducted owlet before flying back up again with the struggling owl apparently in their grasp.

The two new additions to the already large crowd stay talkative for hours on end. Even if Tempest couldn't see, he could still listen even if they were just talking about intimidating stares.

At some point he had fallen asleep, totally oblivious to the indignant shouting that was currently happening.

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Next time he woke up, it was blisteringly hot and he was still blindfolded. It seemed that a day had passed, but it was impossible to confirm. There was, however, a several new presences nearby. Tempest could faintly 'see' their hearts, or what he assumed the faintly flickering lights were. All the new lights seemed to be more kidnapped owlets.

One of the larger owls drifted closer to the new one and two sets of conversations started.

"Oh, look, it's Grimble!"

"Perfect timing hit 'em with the new look, Jutt."

"With or without the raised eyebrow?"

"With! With the raised eyebrow, you dimwit!"

"What Cron said!"

Tempest chose not to follow that conversation to its end. It wasn't going to end well in the numbskulls favour, that's for sure. The other, however...

"I'm Soren." He guesses that was one of the other two 'Tytos' that had joined the group soon after him.

"I'm Gylfie." That was the closest one to Tempest.

"He said you were an elf owl."

"From Kuneer. That's in the desert."

'Well, that explains why it's so flipping hot…'

"Are you a Tyto?"

"Yeah, from Tyto forest…"

"Who are these owls? Do you have any idea where they're taking us?" The light weakened a bit. A shutter of movement.

"Hey! Stop talking." And everything returned to quiet.

Tempest's carrier dove around some spires, under arches and into a cave. The air steadily grew colder as they entered, the day wasting away. His carrier slowed down as he descended, as though he was going to be placed on the ground.

"Gah!" Instead, he was unceremoniously tossed onto the stone floor.

"If you want to keep your sanity, do not take off that blindfold." Someone whispered to him, taking off right after. Before Tempest could ask who that was, someone started talking.

"Your parents and families have abandoned you, so from now on, you'll be classified as Orphans. Horribly tragic I know. But by the mercy of Glaux, you have been rescued by the owls of St. Aegolius. So you will be repaying them, with Labour! Some of you will be soldiers, others… Pickers! In all your ways, you will serve the Lord High Tyto and the Pure Ones!"

"I don't want to be a picker!"

"Who are the Pure Ones?!"

"Let us go!"

"We won't serve the Pure Ones!"

"Silence!"

A chorus of protests rang out as the announcer struggled to silence them. A shrill cry that sounded like an eagle quieted the crowd.

Metallic clanks rang out.

"I am Nyra, ablah General of St. Aegolius and Mate of the Lord High Tyto." A grand, female voice echoed throughout the cavern, full of strength. "I know right now you miss your families, but soon enough you will understand the Pure Ones are your new family."

"The Pure One are not our family!"

"Let us go!"

"She's right, let us go!"

"Oh? What's this?" Claws tapped against the stone floor, approaching a hyperventilating owl. "Tyto, don't waste your time. Don't soil your feathers."

"You leave her be."

"Oh, a spirited little Tyto. How touching. You and your patch of felt will stay together then." A pause, "As pickers!"

"Let's go, hurry up." The two were pushed along, protesting.

"Perhaps," Nyra said, "when you remember your nobility, Tyto, we can make a soldier of you."

"Come on."

"What, what about my brother?" Soren said.

"Oh? Where's he?" Nyra asked.

"Kludd." A sharp intake of air as Nyra turned.

"Owlet, that one says you're his brother," She stated, "Would you like to join him?"

Nothing made a noise.

"I didn't think so." Tempest assumed that Kludd had shaken his head.

"Kludd?"

"Here we go. Move along, move it along."

"Kludd!" The two were pushed away, their cries fading away.

"Now, there's a soldier," Nyra said, half tauntingly.

The Pickers and the Soldiers were then separated, the majority being forced down the same corridor Soren and Gylfie were pushed down.

"My, my. What's with this cloth?" Powerful claws gripped the blindfold and tearing the cloth away. Tempest recoiled at the dim light after being the dark for so long. As soon as he blinked away the blindness, he looked up at the white form of what he assumed was Nyra. "You look capable. You shall be a Soldier. Take him away!"

With a flicker of her head, she summoned a masked owl with its face hidden by its helmet, only its glowing yellow eyes visible. It remained silent as it picked him up and carried him away.

Knowing that he was in enemy territory and that the heartless didn't seem to harm him, Tempest didn't fight back, letting the possessed owl carry him into an isolated hole in the side of a wall. As soon as he was shoved in, a wooden door blocked his entrance. This did not, however, leave him in pure darkness again, as there was a window letting in a sliver of sunlight. The sound of marching owls

The ground was covered in a thick layer of feathers, moss and other soft plant materials.

The message was clear, the bedding, the waning moon. Tomorrow, everything starts.

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Tempest had fallen asleep spread eagle on the bedding after he clogged up the window. With a grunt, he pulled out the moss from the hole in the wall, letting the dimming sunlight pour in.

"Mmm, it's early… for them…" He mumbled, rubbing his face with the edge of his feathered wing.

From what he could tell, this world was inhabited mostly by owls. There were the Pure Ones, the heartless with the masks and looked like possessed owls.

'Maybe there's just been an abundance of Possessors lately..' Tempest mused. Before he could think about it more, the wooden door flew open and a masked Pure One dove into the hole, pinning Tempest to the ground before dragging him out once again.

It wasn't long before he was dropped off into a room. He had at least landed on his feet this time, the first time after getting trapped in this bird body, which he wasn't really accustomed to.

Looking over the edge of the open floor, the smell of stomach acid and mouse fur struck his nose. Owls were down there, slowly picking apart owl pellets mechanically. Tempest looked away, slightly disgusted by the sight of slavery.

Soon, several other owls were transported to the same mostly floorless room, all of the barn owls or Tytos as most the other owls called them.

'Uhhh…ok? White supremacy much?' Tempest thought, acknowledging that if Chris heard that, he would probably have a swarm of spectral Unversed on his butt.

Tempest didn't recognize any of the other owls, partly because he had a blindfold during the separating between the Pickers and the Soldiers. The other was because none of them spoke, as Nyra entered before anything else could happen. She landed on the spire that jutted up from the lower floor.

Taking a look down, the white owl started talking. "You mustn't feel sorry for them down there. As lower species, they are fortunate to serve a higher cause. As Tyto owls, their natural superiors.. You too are part of that plan. One that will soon bring order to all the owl kingdoms... When the Pure Ones will rule. A new and noble era will down. Now, prove your greatness… and rise!"

All the other owls took a look at each other, some in confusion, others in silent competition.

Tempest was just plain confused. Sure, he knew how to fly, but that was with his glider which he wasn't using right now so not to draw attention. Also so not to provoke the boss woman of all the Heartless around St. Aggies'.

Following the owl beside him, Tempest opened his wings and used his feet to launch himself into the air before starting to flap. He struggled to gain air, testing different wing positions and timings as he went.

"Higher!"

'And here is the reason I like jumping off of ledges to start.'

"Higher!"

One by one, tired owls dropped out of the air, laying on the stone ledge whilst panting. Tempest had managed to outlast them, ceasing to flap and landing quietly on the ground. What he didn't want to happen, happened.

"Well now," Nyra was eyeing Tempest in interest now, yellow irises focusing on him. "I see we already have a warrior among us."

'Crap, crap, crap!' He was now internally sweating in fear. That was not a comfortable thing.

"You might think that you have impressed me, but to do that, you'd have to try harder," She stopped staring, instead motioning for one of her two guards to fetch something for her. It left without a sound, soon returning with a thorny bramble cage, a single bluebird encased in it.

"Now, the best of you… the fittest and the most brilliant, I will present to the Lord High Tyto. So, let's see how much you've improved…"

In a single, fluid motion, Nyra flipped open the cage and snatched the bluebird, watching it as it chirped in alarm. She waited for the tired owls to regain their strength.

"As fliers…" She lets the bluebird go, Tempest and all the other owls turning to stare at it as it flew off down the corridor. "As fighters."

Everyone turned to look at Nyra, waiting for permission to chase.

"Well?" Tempest, playing along with everyone else, launched himself off the ground and glided through the corridor filled with crimson red banners lining the walls. Two owls were ahead of him, duking it out over the bluebird right in front of them. The other

Spotting a tunnel covered mostly by a banner, Tempest took this chance to escape, tucking in his wings to fit through. No one announced his exit, which he was thankful for. Nyra probably didn't count the number of owls she was testing, so losing one wasn't really apparent...right?

Right as the tunnel opened up into a larger room, he spread his wings to slow his decent, stumbling only a little as he landed.

Upon further inspection, this wasn't a room, rather, just a ledge of rock overlooking a long corridor filled with ledges and sticks. Oh, and more banners and dead owl skulls.

'And this is what they call 'Decor'...'

There were three owls in the decorated hallway, one of them looking older than the others and with his feathers dyed white and red. He wasn't emanating darkness, like Nyra, instead, his heart was actively fighting it.

The other two was an elf owl, the small one with a brown coat spectacled with white. The other, a barn owl that sounded really familiar…

"No, more flap, deeper flap. The still air has no shape to use. You gotta compensate with your downstroke. Make your wing tips almost meet, if you can, without stalling," The elder owl commanded, demonstrating for the two as he flapped. The small one tried, flapping faster and harder only to drop down to the ground again.

"I can't curl my feathers enough, Grimble. My wings are too short," She complained, keeping her wings spread out. Grimble, the old owl, landed with a soft sigh.

"Aw, well, they say Lyze of Kiel's wings were short. And that didn't stop him, and your gonna need to fly a long way to get to the Guardians."

'Lyze of what? What Guardians?'

"The Guardians of Ga'hoole?" The barn owl, whose voice confirmed him to be Soren, asked. He seemed to admire whoever these 'Guardians' were.

"Well, yeah," Grimble answered.

"But, how will we know where to go?"

"Well, you have to get to the sea of Hoolemere… yeah, where the Tree is shrouded in ancient mists…"

"Which keep it hidden from all but the strong of purpose and the true of heart," Soren finished.

"Yeah, exactly," A spike of darkness made Tempest spin his head towards the other side of the hallway. Nyra was entering, with an owl with maroon coloured feathers and several bloodstained streaks on his face. "I'd come with you, but I still hold out the hope of freeing my family."

"Really," Nyra asked, mockingly. Soren's face lit up in recognition at the other barn owl.

"Kludd." He gasped. Grimble held out a wing, blocking Nyra from killing the owlets.

"Go!"

"Kludd, come with us!"

"Go, now!"

"Get them!" Nyra commanded, the sound of wing beats closing in. Two owls shaped Heartless burst onto the scene, forcing Tempest to take action. But before he could intervene, the Pure One shells of the Heartless peeled off, leaving a black, formless shape flying through the air.

Soren took a look at the blobs, then back to his brother.

"Kludd!"

'No time for words!' Tempest called out his Keyblade, only for it to transform into something more appropriate for his current form.

"Heck? Nevermind," He shook off his confusion, flexing his feet and letting the razor blades shine in the light. The claws looked to be the teeth part of the key, while the leg guard as the shaft with three gold rings around it.

Wasting no more time, Tempest pushed himself off the ledge with his claws and soared right into the black blobs, knocking them off course.

"You!" Nyra glared at Tempest as he tore the blobs apart, letting them dissipate into black wisps. Before Nyra could tear him apart right then and there, Grimble headbutted her in the chest.

"Soren! We have to go!" The elf owl exclaimed.

"Wait," Soren stopped at the edge of the cliff, "Kludd, come on! Now's our chance!"

"Well, what are you waiting for, son? This is your chance to go home!" Grimble had Nyra pinned on the ground, the female shooting Kludd a pleading look, that to Tempest, looked like pure poison.

Darkness wrapped around Kludd, seeping into him. At that point, Tempest knew no pleading would bring him back.

"I am…" A flash of yellow in his eyes, a pained determined look crossing his face, "I am home!"

Tempest half hopped, half ran over to Soren and the elf owl.

"Eh? No…" Something happened, and several other Pure Ones entered the scene.

"Would you wound your queen, Grimble?!"

"You're...Not... My… Queen! Rah!"

"We need to jump now, Soren!"

"But-"

"Listen to your half-pint friend!" Tempest warned, taking a defensive stance with his wings spread and talons scraping the floor.

Soren reluctantly jumped off the ledge, the elf owl following him.

"Fire!" Tempest shot a blast of flame at the nearest Heartless before falling backwards off the cliff. Grimble was pushed off, Nyra still having a claw around his neck.

"Come on, Gylfie! Flap! Flap your wings!"

Two Pure Ones flew over to help their boss, to her displeasure.

"No!" She howled, "Follow the owlets! Follow the owlets! Go, you fools!"

In one thoughtless decision, Tempest used the remainder of his mana to light his wingtips with azure flames and spread them, launching an arch of blue fire up at his enemies before spinning around to start gliding forwards.

"Go!" Was the start of Grimble's final words, "Go! Tell the Guardians!"

Nyra breaks Grimble's wings, tossing his limp body down into the chasm before letting out a blood-curdling screech and made chase.

Tempest ducked between sandy stone spires and arches while following Gylfie and Soren, seeing the room shrink in width and height. Soon, it looked like a dead end.

"Look! There! I see a way out!" Soren motioned towards a sliver of light at the end of the hall.

"Where? Ah!" Soren had tucked his wings in, shooting towards the tiny hole. Gylfie reacted in a panic, folding her wings in and following Soren with pure instinct.

Tempest just did something, falling through the hole with them, hearing the deadly scrap of the armoured talons of the Pure Ones on the stone.

"That was close…" Tempest huffed, "Way too close…" He gained on the other two owlets.

"Gylfie, come on, follow me! Faster, Gylfie, faster!" Soren shouted, yelling into the mist.

"If you think the Pure Ones are on your tail, think again," Tempest said, off to Soren's left.

"Wha- Who's there?" Soren asked, now on high alert.

"Oh, just me," Tempest answered, flying into view. He had dismissed his Keyblade, the metal talons disappearing in a burst of flames.

"You're the owl who fought off the Pure Ones!" Gylfie exclaimed.

"Less owl and more drake…" Tempest mumbled dejectedly, too quiet for the two to hear.

"Why are you following us?" Soren asked.

"Hum?" Tempest hummed, "No real reason. You just remind me of someone."

Dark forms danced in the mist, the yellow flashes drawing Tempest's attention. He fell back, letting the other two take the lead.

"Hey, where are you going?" Gylfie was the one to ask that.

Tempest didn't answer, watching the yellow eyes. As soon as it got darker, the red more prominent, he took action, not caring if it was friend or foe.

"Thunder!" A streak of lightning zapped the Heartless, the form dissolving into mist.

"What was that?" Soren asked, "What were the black thing those owls turned into?"

"...I call them Heartless," Tempest told them with a solemn look, "Everyone else on this wo-... continent calls them 'Pure Ones' apparently."

"Gah!" A black dart flew out from the mist, disappearing immediately after.

"Gylfie!" Soren cried. Tempest dove over and caught the small owl in his claws, almost dropping her by accident.

"Looks like I missed one…" He said under his breath, "Sorry, I didn't make sure all of them were gone."

"Oh, no, it's fine," Gylfie said with a smile, "It's just a nick."

"Yeah, well. All wounds can be deadly if they get infected." Tempest said, turning Gylfie onto her side to get a look at the wound. "Huh, it's not the worst thing." He curled his talon around the leg, the claw glowing green as he casted Cure over it.

"T-thanks…"

"I don't have all my mana restored, so this will have to do for now." Gylfie wiggled out of Tempest's claws and started flying on her own again.

"Are you a Guardian?" Soren asked.

"What type?" Tempest raised a brow.

"A Guardian of Ga'hoole tree."

"No," Tempest shook his head, "Never heard of them either."

"What? That's impossible, every Tyto hears the stories. The Battle of the Ice Claws…"

"Sorry, I'm not 'every Tyto'."

"What are you then?"

Tempest circled around the other two, stopping at the front.

"You'll find out soon enough," He answered enigmatically.

A/N: I'm using the movie designs, which means that all the owl's eyes move like humans, have brighter browns and a flexible beak. For speaking reasons. Not the most accurate thing, but, hey, it works for me. Tempest's colouring is completely up to the reader's interpretation. Follow, review, whatever people do when reading these things.

"Why didn't you warn me about his thing happening?"

Technically, I did. You just didn't understand.

"At least it wasn't more humans..."

~Storm