1 Hedwig



1.1 The stained windows casted colourful lights upon the dusty furniture, the light danced across the cobwebs in the corners, the mahogany wood cabinet on one wall and the dusty mirror that reflected a dirty pile of feathers in the middle of the floor. The light illuminated the falling dust, which glowed softly in the distorted light, giving off a peaceful sensation.

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1.3 The slanted sunlight came from the west, beyond the enchanted lake, the towering pines, and the enormous mountains. The sky was painted with the colours of the rainbow, its shinning yellow, glowing orange, wondrous red, glamorous blue and mysterious purple. The lake was a canvas that was bathed in breathtaking colours, its aura a calm green.

The tower with its windows was the tallest, and the oldest part of the castle. Its exterior made from blocks of rocks, weathered smooth from centuries of destructive weathering, shimmering in the fading light. The coloured windows shone with the brilliance of unearthly light despite its age and condition.

The lump on the floor stirred, turning slightly before settling back to its slumber. The feathers were white and spotted, but the appeared yellowish grey with dust. The feathers trembled with each rise and fall of the pile in a helpless manner. The talons sticking out were brown with age and dull with carelessness.

The owl was ragged and dirty, slumbering on the dusty floor of the unused room. Its beak was open and dripping drool down the side of its face, onto the floor and forming a puddle. The puddle of drool slowly became a small lake, running under the owl's head and upper body, soaking the already dirty feathers with sticky drool.

As the time slipped by, the owl remained asleep, even as the sun took its last breath and sank below the horizon, waiting patiently for tomorrow when it would shine its light again. The early stars sparkled for those few rare moments before the late ones came out, marking the end of another day, and a new beginning that will come.