*Sniff* I'm so happy, I got reviews! YAAAAAY! I'd like to thank you still-loyal readers, especially Crazybird101 and , my two most dedicated reviews. I owe them a lot, both of them. I'd give them both a bear hug if I could! But that doesn't mean my other viewers are important, too (I can't view the names atm). Okay, there may be some parts of certain reviews that slightly bug me, but I try to ignore it. And no, I'm not calling out names. I'm sorry, it's just it bugs me when people try to correct me about little things sometimes, that's just the way I am. I mean, to me it just doesn't make sense to try and correct other people's stories or ideas when it's not yours, most likely that's how they wanted it to be. It bothers me to have things saying, "Oh, you misspelled a word!" or "It's this not that." I'm not insulting anyone, and I don't want anyone to feel bad, I'm just letting you beware of the way my mind thinks. But if it's something HUGE, like putting a wrong name or missing complete sentences or whatever. That is something I'd like to be noted.
Ahem... To be completely honest, I never even expected the story to actually make it! I've written it further then I thought it would take, I've gotten more reviews than I ever had expected- I consider having more reviews than double the number of chapters a fair amount, but right now it's more than triple! Halleluja! And even more, I'm a lot different than when I was when I first started writing this story, a lot of things have changed, but I'd rather not get into too much detail.
Oh, and guess what!? THERE'S ANOTHER GUARDIANS OF GA'HOOLE BOOK COMING OUT! WOOOO HOOOOOO! This time it's about Lyze of Kiel (Ezylryb), and the book is going to be called "The Rise of a Legend" and will be out this coming June!
Kludd felt himself slowly coming awake as he groaned, his eyes opening slowly. He yawned loudly as he looked around himself, feeling relaxed. The sun was going down, just around the point for him to get up. But slowly, he came to realize something. Something was different. Why am I feeling so relaxed? What happened this morning? And... What's this brushing up against my...
Then it hit him like a smack on the forehead. He looked down on his right to see Thora leaning against him, sleeping peacefully. That's right. He had told Thora about how he felt about her, and apparently she had felt the same, and now... well, there they were. He didn't have much of a memory on what happened after that. But right now, he just wanted to sit here with his love.
"Kludd, Zarko wants to see u-" Kludd snapped his head to the hollow entrance and saw a shocked Uglamore who had stopped mid-sentence, mouth agape. Uglamore churred nervously as Kludd glared at him. "Um... perhaps this isn't the best time..."
"You think?" Kludd replied sarcastically. Uglamore stammered as he continued.
"Y-yeeeaaahh... as I was s-saying, Zarko wanted to see us. I... I'll just tell him th-that you need some time to... get u-up first..." Uglamore said quietly as he slowly stepped backwards outside and flew off. Kludd sighed aggravatingly. Well, it's not like he could blame him, he didn't know. Either way, he hadn't come on his own decision, Zarko had sent him. And if Zarko had sent him, there was no denying coming to him. But Zarko could be patient, after all, Uglamore said that he'd tell him that he just needed time to get up.
Glaux, I just hope he doesn't tell Zarko what was going on... He thought for some random reason unknown to him. He shook his head to get it out of his head and looked down at Thora, shrugging his wing again her. "Hey, Thora... wake up, Thor..."
Thora slowly began to blink her eyes open tiredly at the sound of Kludd calling her by both her name and nickname (No, it has nothing to do with the Norse God Thor). Like Kludd had, she yawned. and spread her wings, the feathers brushing across Kludd's face and beak. Thora blinked wider this time, and looked up at him, realizing what she was doing. She gasped and pulled her wing back, blushing. Kludd churred playfully as the soft feathers moved against his.
"S-sorry, Kludd, I was just..."
"Stretching, I know." Kludd smiled at her. "No problem with that, but we gotta get up. Uglamore came in, and..."
"He did?" Thora asked. Kludd nodded. "Great, what'd he do about it..."
"Don't worry... he said that Zarko wanted to see us, and that he'd tell him only that we just needed some time to get up." Kludd explained briefly. "It's too bad, you looked so beautiful when you're asleep..."
"Oh, stop it!" She said as she turned her head, embarrassed. It was hard to see a black owl like her ever blush- that is, if owls do blush. This only made Kludd churr more.
"Come on now- it's true!" Thora eventually gave up and let loose a small smirk, but then turned around, bent over, and rammed Kludd out of the nest, causing him to fall back, and now she was the one laughing. Kludd quickly recovered and lifted his head up towards her. "Alright, point taken..."
"I'm glad you got it." She said, smirking even wider. "I was just about to tackle you again."
Though she was a female, Thora used to be a roguesmith. She had gained a lot of strength from her times on this job, and also while in combat with her times fighting alongside Zarko, Clay, Kludd, Uglamore and Zarko's brothers. But Kludd still had more strength than her, but it wasn't enough to completely withstand her.
"Oh, Glaux, please don't..." Kludd muttered, standing up. "Either way, we wouldn't have much time. Zarko said he needs to see us, so we should probably head over there. It's been about a good three minutes since Uglamore got here, and I don't think we should make him wait."
"Alright, fine, let's go then." Thora sighed, stepping out of the hollow and taking off, followed quickly by Kludd. He was still getting used to this. It was just this morning that he and Thora had pronounced their love for each other, and they were acting like they'd been with each other for years. It was kind of strange to him, but he liked it. It took them a few minutes, but eventually they arrived at Zarko's hollow and entered to find everyone, except for Zarko, inside. Kludd frowned at this.
"Where's Zarko?" Thora asked, thinking the same thing as Kludd. They all seemed to glance between each other until Uglamore spoke up and said,
"He was gone when I got here, and I haven't seen him today. Reiden's the one who told me that Zarok wanted to see us." The Barn Owl stated, looking at Reiden, as did everyone else. He shrugged.
"Zarko's on his way, he just had to do something first before he came in here. He wanted to address something first, then we'll get down to the next step in the plan."
"So, what is it he wanted to 'address' us about?" Clay asked, speaking up for the first time since he had gotten in the hollow.
Reiden was about to answer, but then stopped as the sound of talons against wood struck at the hollow entrance. They all snapped their heads in that direction, but Clay, Kludd, Thora and Uglamore had their eyes widened in shock and their beaks agape, speechless.
Standing there was an owl, and without a doubt, those eyes belonged to Zarko. He was slightly taller than the rest of them, and his wings looked like that of an angel's. Above his eyes ran two long strands of feather, going just above his head. But the color of his feathers also interested them- they were grey and black, varying different shades all around his form. His inner-face, wing bases, and stomach were all light grey, while the rest of his face and the area just around and below his neck were a darker shade of grey. The area below the base of his wings were almost black, darker than the rest of his body. He looked almost nothing like the Northern Hawk Owl they knew, but as stated, the eyes were the exact same; black pupils with fierce, orange irises.
He stepped forward and cleared his throat, causing the four to jump back. Zarko (If it even was Zarko) opened his beak to speak.
"I'm sorry to shock you all out of nowhere with this, but I felt that it was needed. This is how I really look, I'm nothing like you saw when you first met me. A disguise was necessary, but it isn't anymore. So, yes, this is me. I do not have an owl species, I'm just an owl. A mix of different breeds." Zarko explained quietly. He seemed unsure about his decision to reveal this truth. "I'm sorry for the deception, but I had to."
"There is no needed apology." Clay spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. "But I feel that it would be best if we ignored this, and not let this get in the way."
Zarko smiled and nodded in agreement as Alcrus spoke up. "He's right. We should continue on with the plan. Let's get to work."
Zarko walked into the hollow further towards the maps and notes he had around his hollow to explain the plan. When all eyes were on him, he began.
"Alright, here's the situation." Zarko began quickly. "The Pure Ones have started setting up bases in the Beyond, and it won't be long until the Guardians get there and the war begins. Right now we'll have to take our work elsewhere- we're heading to the Beyond to set camp and keep an eye out on all activity before the fires burst. We cannot risk taking down an entire settlement, otherwise they'll know something's wrong. We're only going to watch on alert to plan for later. Alterran?"
"Yes, brother." Alterran nodded, stepping forward. "Our main objective is to learn as much as we can about the Pure One's advancements and setups as much as we can for when the Guardians get there. We'll take shifts on watching and resting, two of us at two outposts away from our main base near the Salt Lakes. Speaking of our base, it's an underground burrow I found, perfectly abandoned. Reiden, if you may?"
"We'll organize the shifts once we get there. Know that we'll be doing more than just watching, we might have a few other things to take care of. You're going to be independent on what you bring there, just don't pack like it's a camping trip, keep everything lightweight."
"Lastly," Alcrus cut in. "We'll have to be careful on who we make contact with in the Beyond; there are the packs of wolves and Blacksmiths and Roguesmiths alike. Yes, we can make contact with them if needed, but do try to avoid giving them vital information. Don't give away anything that can risk them knowing about us. Feel free to make a bit of conversation with them, speak to them, have a little bit of conversation with someone new. But if they ask a question that can leak information on us, answer them, but not truthfully."
"That's all there is two it." Zarko finished. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask. That's all there is to it. Understood?"
"Understood." They all said in unision. Zarko smiled.
"Alright, pack your things." Zarko told them. "It's gonna be a long wait for the war. Leave at anytime you feel, but no later than midnight. And do not travel alone, stay in groups of two or more at all times. Dismissed."
Clay left first and headed off to his own hollow. After about four minutes, when he got there, he began searching through his belongings for things to take with him. The Spotted Owl lifted out his battle claws and mask and set them to the side. His mask had been customly made during his years. He'd asked Alcrus to modify his battle claws in a way that'd allow him to have more movement in his talons. They were layer over layer fight, and he was able to spread his talons faster and wider than he did before. His mask he had carved into had a lot of design to hit. The flawless carves made swirling lines travel all over his armor, making it almost look like something of that of a pure warrior.
He looked back in and his heart rate slowly changed its pace, but he couldn't tell if it was faster or slower. He reached in slowly and pulled out a small amulet. It was a normal, silver circle with a deep blue flawless sapphire inside of it. When Zarko had brought them back, he had retrieved any personal items of theirs for them. Clay remembered this... it was Cleve's... Cleve made it for him. It was a gift his brother had given to him a long time ago, not long before he had died on that one night. Clay grinned through sadness. I miss ya, WPB. Clay slowly put the amulet around his neck, and tightened it to where it wouldn't fall down. Maybe when this wall all over he could see him again...
He looked back inside his bag for more items he needed. He hummed silently as he searched around, tossing items side to side to see if he could spot anything. What else would he need? Something to kill time, maybe? What to get, what to get...He thought slowly until an idea suddenly came to him. Books. I need books. During their time with Zarko, he had helped teach them to read better than before, as well as in languages other than Hoolian. But where could he get books at? Thora was a blacksmith, so if she had any books it would probably have been on forging, and Clay wouldn't do well with that. Uglamore? No, despite him being older, he used to live his life as a Pure One, and he showed little interest in reading unless he needed to. Kludd, maybe, but he spent a lot of time watching things and trying to learn more about himself, as well as asking Zarko questions.
Then it hit Clay, dumbstruck. Zarko, of course! He was always writing, he definitely had to have some books he could read. The question was, though, what was he writing? He figured that he'd might as well ask, but he had wished that he would have been able to ask him before he flew from there. He put all of his items aside (which was his armor and battle claws) and flew out to Zarko's hollow again, and landed right outside of the entrance when he heard someone talking in there. The Spotted Owl leaned in to listen to what was being said.
"So, what is it you wanted to tell us?" A male voice said. Clay recognized it as Kludd. What was Zarko talking to him about? Wait a second, he said "us," so who else is with him?
"Oh, nothing really." Another male voice said, and it definitely belonged to Zarko. "I just thought I'd see you two to say congratulations, and how proud I am of you two."
"Wait, what?" Two voices said at the same time, one Kludd, and the other a female voice, obviously Thora- considering she was the only female owl with them at the time. It took a few moments for Clay to realize what they were referring to, but when it hit him, a smile grew on his face, happy for his two friends.
"Yes, I'm aware of what happened this morning. I could feel it in my heart. Since we're heading out and going to be there for awhile, I thought this would be a great time for you two be able to, you know... talk to each other, cherish some time together. Plus, when the fighting comes, there's no guarantee about living through it." Zarko seemed to hesitate, surprisingly. It seems as if he regretted what he had said. "But don't take it the wrong way, I don't mean that we are going to die, but anything is possible. But if I don't make it, then I'll make sure that you two do. But I want you both to be able to live together for at least some time. I know what it's like for something to come to early."
"Th... Thank you, Zarko." Thora said softly. "It means alot to us that you would devote your life to us for our own future."
"Yes," Kludd said, looking at Zarko. "Thinking back, this is all because of you that we're here. You brought us back and allowed us to be together, and all of us to live again."
"There is... no need to thank me." The Spotted Owl heard him say, slowly and quietly. Clay frowned at this. Does Zarko not feel he is responsible for greatness?
A few seconds later, Clay entered, surprising all of them. Kludd immediately spoke up. "Oh, Clay! Sorry, Zarko just wanted to talk to us-"
"Don't worry, Kludd, I heard." Clay stopped him so he didn't have to continue.- "I know already, congrats you two, good to see you finally made it to each other."
They both blinked in unison, confused, until Thora spoke up. "Figures that Uglamore would have told you..."
Now it was Clay who blinked. Uglamore knew this and he didn't tell me? "Erm, yeah, he told me while we were out a few minutes ago." He lied, not wanting to let them know that he was eavesdropping.
"Anyways, we need to go get ready, thank you again, you two." Thora spoke up as they left the hollow quickly. Clay walked in behind them as they left and flew off, and as soon as they were gone, Zarko said,
"Uglamore didn't tell you, did he?"
"Nope." Clay said bluntly with a smirk, causing Zarko to churr. "I was just coming over here and I heard you guys talking right before I came in."
"Well, can't say that there's any blame to be placed." Zarko said, turning away to walk over to an edge in the hollow he used to write. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, you said to bring some stuff we felt we'd need with us, correct?" Clay asked, approaching Zarko from behind. Zarko let out an "mhmm," nodding. "I came to ask to for something to read, considering you're always writing. It also made me curious on what it is you spend so much time writing down."
Zarko stopped writing and placed the quill he was using down, softly. He turned to face Clay, but not a look of anger or annoyance, it actually seemed like he was glad that he asked. Zarko started towards the hollow entrance and turned back towards him, motioning with his head to follow. "Come with me, I'll show you."
Clay and Zarko took flight in the air towards the west- a direction they hadn't taken before, the beach that they always went to was on the eastern side of the island. Zarko led him above the forest trees, where he saw something that he hadn't before. There seemed to be a small mountain, about a mile or two away. The mountain he saw was about two trees and a half tall, very small. Clay noticed that Zarko was carrying a torch in his talons, lighting up the area around them.
Five minutes later, they made it to the small mountain and landed in the middle of the height, inside a hidden cave. It was pitch black inside, due to the fact that Zarko had to leave it outside since he had to walk. Clay had to follow him closely behind, for the cave was rather narrow. Eventually, they stopped when they got into an open area. All that could be seen was the rock around them from another two torches sconed to the walls on each side, but nothing too far. Confused, Clay looked at Zarko.
"Where are we?" He asked, cocking his head. Zarko looked down at him with a smirk and used a foot to flip the scone to the side, lighting up some type of rock, causing it to glow, and then it traveled into the dark area. Zarko walked over to the other side and did the same, and the same reaction. Clay watched the stones as they lit up the area like a fire would, but there was no fire. Clay looked at the room before him in amazement, his beak dropped.
It was a library. A HUGE one! The rows were endless, filled with books, but in front of them was a wooden table where owls could set their books down on when reading. Clay walked up to the first row in front of him and looked at a label on the side of it. "Bird species, H-P." He looked at the next a few rows to the left. "Owl History of Ga'Hoole, A-F." This was incredible!
"Did you write all of these?!" Clay asked through his shock. Zarko churred and shook his head.
"No, no, all of these are either copies or originals of all of the books ever created." Zarko explained. "If you want a book, this is where you get it. My secret library."
"So what is it you write?"
"Follow me." They flew down the rows until Zarko stopped in front of one, then landed with Clay there. Clay looked at the sign and read aloud,
"'Lives, past and present.'" There was no title letter sections, but it seemed like it would be alphabetical as they went down the row. "What are these?"
"These books are... histories, on people. Everyone I know, I write every little detail seen through their eyes from the second they were born to the day they die. How do I get this? I don't know. I just sit down and start writing. I don't even know what I'm writing sometimes, but I never dare to open them back up. No one is forgotten in history." Zarko blinked as an oddity passed through his mind. Zarko usually remembered things, but this was strange even to him. Zarko shrugged and looked down at Clay. "Feel free to grab whatever you want, no matter if it's one of my books or another book. I'd prefer for it to be returned, but if something horrible happens it's not too big of a problem."
Clay turned to Zarko and nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Zarko. I'll try to find a book or two in the next few minutes. Also, mind if I leave with you?"
Zarko seemed a little surprised by this, as his facial expressions changed. After a few seconds, he decided, "Sure, I don't see why not. It'll be good to have some company." Zarko turned to started to walk away towards the way they had came slowly, but stopped. "Can you find your way out?"
"Yes, probably."
Zarko continued walking to the outside. "When you leave here, make sure to turn the torches straight."
Clay just watched as he left and began to walk down the rows, looking side to side at all of the large book shelves before him. Great, first he had no books to read, and now he had too many to choose from. What in Glaux's name should I get? Nothing pointless, nothing pointless... Zarko said that there was all kinds of books, and Zarko was an "other" before- a Human, was it called? Maybe he could find a book off of them and read it to learn more about Zarko's past. He decided to do just that, and spent about five minutes walking down the rows until he found the correct section. "Human History." He walked down there and took a few books, then put them in a sack for him to carry on his back on the way out. But before he left, he did as Zarko asked by turning the torches, and the rocks stopped glowing, darkening the room.
It was marvelous. Absolutely marvelous. Thousands of owls at his command, flying and marching in their heavy armor. They all listened to him, and him alone. Soon, the owl kingdoms would be at the base of his talons, then earth within his grasp, and it would travel beyond that. Death was his backbone, an unbreakable backbone. It supported him and his army, and it could not be rid of. Nothing could stop him. Nothing.
Arctus watched from his un-owl-like tower as many of his minions took up to arms. But no, these weren't Pure Ones, far from it. The Pure Ones knew nothing of the true plot behind their reasons, they were just being led blindly by Nyra, his mate. And when the truth would come to them, they could either fight under his command, or die, being crushed slowly to hear every hollow bone in their bodies break just before they died. There was nothing "Pure" about them, there was nothing great. It was only he, Arctus and Nyra who were great, who were powerful. No matter what species of owls they were, they were all the same to him- his servants.
"Sir." Arctus flung around behind him, a red glow in his eyes. It was Tarn, the Pure One second-in-command below Nyra. Though he was a Burrowing Owl, and not a Tyto, he had been trusted with the true plot behind them, and he had accepted. A smart one, he was. "I come under your power baring news from Nyra."
"You may speak, Tarn." Arctus growled, not in a patient voice though. Tarn paid no heed to his anger, but continued as told.
"Nyra is putting the Pure Ones in place to fight the Guardians in the Beyond. So far the only sightings have been of the wolves and other small life forms. Everything is going according to plan, nothing can stop us." Tarn said briefly. Arctus shook his head.
"No," He looked back over the edge of the tower at the flaming lands of the west. "We aren't invincible, no one is. The only possible way to succeed, is leave to no weaknesses."
Tarn nodded. He was right about this. Those who always believed that they were invincible and could do whatever they want without a problem were fools, and didn't last. But they, however, knew that they needed to beware of what could cause them to lose this fight. That was something he had to learn the hard way. Tarn walked over beside Arctus to look over the tower as well. The area was like volcanic firelands, the ground as burning rock that you wouldn't want to touch with your bare feathers or skin. The heat of the place, though... the heat made Desert Kuner feel like a bucket of water to cool-off in. The stretched as far as they eye could see, and the only thing heard was metal clicking or shouting of the soldiers below, or the sound of volcanoes acting up. Tarn smirked; it was music to his ear slits.
"Your new objective is to set up Pure One bases to assault the wolves of the beyond. We can't risk them not attacking us, we'll have to push them out of the way. Leave no survivors; the Guardians cannot know that they will not have the support of the wolves." Arctus commanded. "Report to Nyra first and tell her my orders. Also make sure to tell her that I will not tolerate failure. That's all I have to say. If I have more, I shall send out another messenger. You're dismissed."
Tarn nodded and flew off, leaving Arctus alone in his tower. The black Barn Owl looked over his armies as they gathered up in preparation for war. He looked a lot like Zarko in some ways. Arctus was covered in ashes and soot, adding to his black feathers. Like Zarko, he was scarred. His eyes were blood red instead of black, and he has irises and pupils. His wings were almost too foreign to be an owl's- they almost looked like a mix of angel and dragon winds, and they could cover another average-sized owl completely. But his talons- by Glaux, his talons were just like that of a hagsfiend's! They could cut metal without any stagger if he wished.
However, even though he was looking out towards his soldiers of hagsmire, they weren't what was on his mind. Was it his mate, Nyra? No, it was different than that. It was Zarko. He'd had his brother stuck in his mind for awhile now, and he couldn't take it out of his head. My brother... he's a fool. I despise him, his holy rationals make no sense to me. There is no good or evil, no right or wrong, there is just the strong and the weak. Zarko believed in doing what was "right," and bowed down to this false god of theirs. They call him, a god? Glaux was nothing but another mythic being. They called him loving, the creator, their heir. Yet if he was anything they said, there would not be violence, he would not allow all that happens to take place. This was his fault. He was nothing more than an illusion. But his brother was different.
To him, Zarko had nothing right about him. He pursued to befriend those around him instead of controlling them, showing signs of weakness to others. He fought for a purpose that had no reality. Myths and legends? It was better to trust your strength and smarts, than the clearly pathetic and untrue. But a frown appeared on his face as he looked down.
I hate everything about him... but what is this love I'm feeling?
Zarko, meanwhile, back on the island, was dealing with the same thing. Arctus was on his mind. He, too, hated everything about his brother. The way he made him watch all of his friends and family be slaughtered in front of him, the way he tortured for pleasure, lusted for power. Arctus would kill to get what he wanted, and he has in the past, so there was no doubt he would in the future. He had to be stopped. If Arctus succeeded here, there would be no hope left. Power was something he had a lot of, and he needed to take that power away. He harnessed his hatred into strength against his enemies, all of the hatred he had for him.
But... he was unsure. He pictured both of them in human form, Zarko pointing his gun at Arctus's head. He could end it all- the pain, the suffering... but could he have the will to kill him? His own brother? He didn't know the answer.
I will kill him. Though it hurts, I must kill him...
I'm planning on increasing the romance in the story, if I can. I'll work on adding more KluddxThora and ZarkoxValcia(Sylvanar(?)), because I feel that it'll do some good for the story. The romance is what I need to add to make this story better- the simple talking parts aren't doing much. i'm also going to get some more actual action in now.
ATTENTION! I have a request! On the 24th of May, around 9:00 p.m. EST, go to www . twitch . tv / slootbag. Yes, I'm a World of Warcraft player and I might be doing something with this guy. So if you want, you can watch me :P. But note that I MIGHT NOT be in there, because there's only going to be 25 people out of over 110 that are wanting to go. But it's going to be just 23 being chosen because Slootbag and the person hosting the event (Darrie, a friend of mine) are already in there. So if you can't tell if I'm there, look for the name "Alterran" somewhere. I know, I play World of Warcraft, I know a lot about both how to play the game and the plot inside the game, blah blah blah, but hey, I enjoy it. If you happen to play it as well, PM me, and maybe we can talk either about the story or the game or whatever the hell you want. I don't mind, I've already done the same with a fellow author of mine.
Also, I assume you all can see the whole thing between Zarko and Arctus. This was slightly inspired by a song, actually, called "I Hate Everything About You" by Three Days Grace, because as stated in the song, they hate each other more than believed to be possible, but they love each other for some reason that they can't understand. In fact, I get about half of my story ideas from songs. These songs mainly come from Three Days Grace, Three Doors Down, Avenged Sevenfold, Skillet, Creed, Pillar, Two Steps From Hell, Brand X Music, and a few other bands and music companies (I know, a weird mix of music). Another large portion is from other things, either from what I've seen and learned in my life or others stories/games/movies.
And one more thing! I ask of you guys, if you can, to help out Native Avenger, an author whose books I've been reading for awhile now. He has a friend who is recruiting for voice actors for the first book. Just PM him, and he'll send you two YouTube links to the videos that explain what will be going on, and the rules. Before you can ask, yes, I will most definitely be in there, voice acting as well. No, I have not decided who. I'm choosing between either Pelko or Brise in the story. But PLEASE be careful when you're doing this! It is a DARK story, so if you want to voice act, you might have to do some screams or shouts or chants or whatnot.
Anyways, Airman out!