Ginger's Adventures II: Ginger and the Tytonic Union(REWRITE)

by Ginger the Barn Owl

From within the winds of a sea storm, Ginger is rescued by members of the once evil, but now restored Tytonic Union of Pure Ones, who bring her to the uncharted territory of the Owl Kingdoms. Having decided to join the force, Ablah General Nyra shows her the ropes, and Ginger learns about her new home, her new influence, and the art of being a Pure One with her fellow young Tytos.

1. Prologue

Dead! The owl screamed in her head, struggling to stay airborne among the violent winds and pouring rain. I'm a dead owl! Barely old enough to fly and my life ends! I've doomed myself with this idea! I've DOOMED MYSELF!

Ginger madly flapped her wings, desperate to keep herself from plummeting to her doom into the violent ocean waves below her. She was trapped in an ocean storm, lost, confused, and on the brink of collapsing from sheer exhaustion.

It was then that the young owl felt something small hit her on the head, and looked up to face it.

Thousands, or perhaps even millions of round white chunks were hurtling towards her from above, getting bigger every passing second.

Hail!

Without even thinking, Ginger began to perform barrel rolls and sharp banks, the sheer will to avoid the barrage of ice carrying her through the burst. Her sense of direction was thoroughly discombobulated, but she still got past all of the dangerous hail chunks, only the small ones striking her. It was only about a matter of seconds before the hail stopped falling, and the Barn Owl opened her eyes, which had been shut tightly the whole time.

The winds slowed for a brief moment, and Ginger looked behind her, completely unaware of what she had just pulled off, but ever glad that she was able to get out of that in one piece. It was a miracle...But she had no time to celebrate, so she flew onward; she had to reach land at some point, right?

Before the owl could get much further, her gizzard gave a panicked twang; something was wrong. She sensed something else above her. So she looked back up.

It was a split second too late.

The rogue ball of ice, as big as a golf ball, hit her on the top of the head just as she tipped it up. Right after feeling the sharp, intense pain, Ginger's sight began to grow dim, her wings ceased flapping, and her vision became shrouded in darkness

Good-bye, world. I'll miss you.

The last thing she saw before the black out was the black shape of another bird hovering over her limp body among the storm, and she felt a set of talons grabbing her own before everything disappeared.