Dear Phoebus,

I knew you would find this letter with the help of the Keeper. Your father and I had always known that we would never be able to tell you and your siblings everything we wanted to. I know the only reason why you found this letter is because your brother is on trouble. In order to save him you must learn the truth. Go to book case F2 and look at the third book on shelf four. There you should be able to learn the truth about Milori, and the truth about myself.

Love, Mother

"Amadeus, how did she know this was going to happen? How did she know about Milori? She's been dead for hundreds of years along with father! Tell me she's dead!... TELL ME!"

"You and Milori buried your parents, so you be the judge of that."

"Then how did this letter get here! How did she know about Milori! How in Neverland did she know about the Keeper!"

"It was like she knew she was going to die and that all of this was going to happen." Dewy interrupted.

"That's not possible, not even the queen, whom had the strongest magic known, could see into future."

"Well she could!" Phoebus challenged.

"She trusts that this book can explain everything. So then let's find it. Where's shelf F2?"

"Over here."

They followed Amadeus over to one of the book cases. The books on this shelf looked newer than the ones in the case beside them, by at least a couple hundred years. "Book three, fourth row. Ah, right here." Amadeus carefully took the book and placed it on the table. "Shall we open it?"

Syridus flew across the reaches of Neverland with his flock. They were returning from battle and the following parties. Everyone had insisted they stay for the festivities and as long as there was vodka and beer they accepted. The boys all had bedded some owl and we're pretty much hungover. Except Syridus, he had more of a tolerance for alcohol than his brethren and didn't prefer to bed just anyone. Especially those of incestual intentions.

So the flock flew on toward the castle, starving from their lack of breakfast, but they knew there would be a magnificent feast for them. Two owls, half drunkenly laughed and made horse play. If they returned home like this they would most definitely be be frowned upon, even if they were warriors. "You two better sober up before we get home!" Syridus stated.

"Buzz kill!" they laughed.

"Would you like to be banished?"

"No, Sir!"

A hawk hovered low above the tree line. It's screech caused the owls to notice its presence. The boys thought to chase after it for a midday snack, but Syridus was the first to dart after it. They realized that they shouldn't even have bothered to think of eating it because Syridus would have just stolen it away. The future king would have murdered either of them who would dare come in his way of a kill. Despite being a great warrior, he was a dreadful person. He have no mercy, even to children!

Syridus soared after the bird and continued to weave between trees. Small creatures zipped around them, letting out high pitched screams. "Blast these bloody things!"

The owl picked up speed and began to draw closer to the hawk. He tackled it to the ground and into the dirt. As Syridus was about to slice the bird's throat, something wrapped around his talon. The hawk suddenly threw him into the nearby tree. A jolt of pain shot through the owl's body and the hawk leaped into the air. Syridus tried to chase after it, but he couldn't move. Everything then turned black.

When he awoke he was in some sort of room and at first he thought he was back at the castle, but then the small creatures he had seen earlier came into focus. He leaped up to his feet, startled.

"You're finally awake," a voice suddenly spoke.

Syridus turned to see some sort small human with wings. She seemed taller than the others and somewhat of more importance. She had wavy black hair and golden eyes. Her dress was silver with a golden sash that reached from her right shoulder to her left foot.

Syridus pinned her to the wall and wrapped a talon around her neck. "Кто ты! Как тебя зовут! где я! Что это за место!" The small creature tried to choke out words, but she couldn't. "Ответвте мне!"

She still couldn't speak, but she was staring at something. Syridus looked out of the corner of his eye, a small man coming towards him with some sort of injection. He immediately let go of the woman and bayed down at the creature with a needle.

"No!" The woman was suspended between them and Syridus was surprised that she was yelling at the man and not him. This woman was sticking up for the owl that had just tried to strangle her. "Everything is under control, Pyronous!" The man nodded and left just how everyone else who had been in the room did earlier.

"Who are you?" Syridus asked.

"Oh, thank goodness, you do speak English."

"I assumed you didn't speak the Русский tongue."

She stared at him confused for a moment.

"Russian."

"Are you... the owl king?"

"Future king."

"Your majesty, I'm Milan the Queen of the Fairies"

"Milan, what a beautiful name." Her cheeks reddened and she smiled at him. She had heard that Prince Syridus was an awful and fearsome owl throughout all of the lands, but he was being so nice to her. Milan even felt flattered to hear such words come from his mouth. Even if he had just tried to strangle her.

"Can we continue this talk outside, it's quite small in here."

"Yes, of course." Syridus tried to stretch out his wings, but he felt the pain he had felt earlier. He let out a grunt and stumbled to the side. Milan was instantly beside him, trying to steady the large bird. Syridus looked over at his wing that was bandaged up tightly.

"Your wing... When you saved us from the hawk... We're indebted to you for your actions. You're a hero." Syridus enjoyed hearing those words. He had always been called a hero, but he had never really been appreciated. Someone actually cared, he didn't have to put up walls and act like the brutish killer everyone thought he was.

Outside, "How can a queen not have a crown!"

"You seem surprised."

"Well of course, within the armies, anyone of age and well enough to fight, including the king and queen, is sent into battle. Therefore, to mark them as royalty, they wear magnificent crowns of silver."

"We don't go to war here, so when here there is no point to your reasoning."

"Very well, but you would look gorgeous with one atop your head."

"Your distinct flattery is not necessary," she chuckled.

A few weeks later, the bandages were removed and Syridus was ready to fly. They stood on one of the highest branches, a good enough place to launch an owl off. "Are you ready for this?" Milan asked

"Yep."

"Okay nice and easy to start, your wing may be a little stiff. 3…2…" Syridus leaped into the air and shot straight up into the clouds. He was gone for a few moments, but then he slowly glided back down to her.

"I said nice and easy," she remarked.

"That was nice and easy," Syridus laughed.

Milan couldn't help but to smile at him. She let out a sigh and her smile faded soon after. "I guess you'll be going then." She didn't want him to go, he was the only person she could really talk to. The fairies always treated her as their queen and the ministers only ever spoke about the seasons, but Syridus. He was this amazing person who treated her like she was more than her title.

"Yeah." His tone wasn't enthusiastic at all either and he looked down to the ground. Syridus didn't want to leave. If he did it would be back to acting like the warrior, no, killer that they wanted him to be. Milan was the only person to ever treat him as the person he really wanted to be. A sudden idea crossed his mind.

"Get on, I want to show you something, but you might want to hold on."

She did as she was told and held tightly to him. Within seconds they were soaring above the clouds and a bright light blinded Milan for a few moments, but when she could finally see there was a gorgeous warm sunset off on the distance. "This is amazing!"

"I thought you might like it up here."

"I've seen sunsets before, but none like this!"

"Your people fly, don't they?"

"Yes, but we're not strong enough to get this high. Oh, but I wish we could. Your the best thing that's ever happened to us."

A thought crossed Syridus' mind, he had to think of a way put his words. This was very hard because he never really had to before. Usually what he said was heard and followed. Also a high pitched noise made it very hard to concentrate. High pitched noise!

A loud screech of a bird caught his ears and he turned to see a hawk coming at them. He froze, he didn't know what to do. Every war he had been in, Syridus never had been carrying someone, especially someone he cared about. The hawk suddenly grabbed Milan right off his back and her screams suddenly brought him back to reality. A white blur suddenly zipped by and it appeared that a loud wavering screech was emitting from it.

Syridus followed it and soon an owl came into view, Milori. He was using his power of his sonic waves to increase loudness of his screech. The hawk began to bob side to side and with one last belt of sound it let go Milan and began to tumble through the air. Syridus rocketed after her and soon he was right beside her. "Do you trust me?"

She nodded to him and he suddenly disappeared. A jolt of fear immediately began to course through her, until a pair of white wings wrapped around her from below, then she began to scream.

Her eyes were shut as hard as she could and when she opened them everything was blurry. Instantly she heard faint voices that slowly grew louder. "She's hurt!" That voice seemed to be Syridus'.

"No... No... I'm... Okay..."

"She'll die if we just stand here, we'll have to take her to the castle or she'll bleed out." This one though was unfamiliar.

Milan felt herself being picked up and lifted onto Syridus. There was a dull pain in her side and she felt cold throughout the rest of her body. She blacked out and all was silent. Syridus glanced back at her and pounded his wings as hard as he ever had. Immediately they flew to Sir Marlof, the castle wizard.