Okay, well it's been almost a week, and that means time to update. I'm going to try and make this a bit longer and a bit better than the previous ones. Enjoy!

Matthew slowly crept into his shared hollow. He had stayed up even later than normal, or rather his new normal. He still didn't, or couldn't, tell Amelia. But, to his shock, he found her by their nest, awake, although bleary eyed.

"Matt?" she murmured, eyes unfocused.

Taking a deep breath, he answered," Amelia, why are you up? It's still light out. Really light."

She blinked. "You didn't come, and I was worrying. I went out and looked, but I couldn't find you. So I just waited here."

Matthew shut his eyes. It hurt him to lie. "I was here, remember? We flew together all day, so you went to bed a bit earlier. I was just out reading a bit." It was a big lie, but Matthew hoped that, in her dazed state, she wouldn't notice.

He was correct. "Okay. But can you come to bed now? I'm lonely." Stifling more tears, Matthew sat close to her, and started to preen her softly. If he couldn't apologize for real, he had to do something. "I love you…" she muttered softly as she fell to sleep.

Matthew sighed. Sleep wouldn't come easy for him.

The angel sat, hidden for now. He was lucky. Because that imposter was marshalling all of "his" angels, none more were being spared to hunt down him. His gizzard clenched at that. They were so arrogant. Everyone. It had started a few years ago, gradually building into this. They knew he knew of the invasion. They knew he would tell all the owls. They just didn't think mere mortals could do anything to them. With a dark grin, he looked at his bloodied talons. If they could bleed, they could be killed. Especially those owls. Where were they…? Ah yes, a tree. The Great Ga'hoole tree. He would need to hurry there. He had observed this world for a long time. At least at that tree, the owls showed something amazing. They created. They made something for nothing. And that's what he needed. He had the knowledge, but one fallen angel couldn't stand up to an entire army. But, even if he couldn't think of a way to stop this invasion, they could. Steeling himself for whatever may or may not happen, he took off with a single thrust, going far higher and faster than any owl could. Higher and faster then some angels too. Well then, he thought. To the Great Tree.

King Caleb collapsed into his nest, exhausted. Just as they had solved one threat, another appeared. Even though the Raiders were gone, the attacks hadn't stopped. In fact, they had gotten worse. Entire forests, razed to the ground. It didn't make any sense. Parliament had been in session for hours, trying to figure out how to fix… everything. Or something even. But any forces they had sent to investigate these occurrences didn't come back. He was thinking of sending out Matthew and the others, but, he couldn't risk them. If no one even came back from the investigations, he would need them if an all-out attack was launched. Just as he was about to retreat into the quiet embrace of sleep, a scout barged into the room. "What now?" the king roared. Parliament had disbanded not 5 minutes ago.

"Sir, there is a… something nearing the tree!"

"A something? What is it?"

"We are not sure, sir. It is the size of an owl, but it is going far too fast. And… somehow, we heard it's voice from miles away. It was requesting the king. You."

After an angry and quick confirmation, Caleb followed the scout. Enveying the sleeping owls they passed, the king hurried along. He just wanted some damn sleep. Finally, they approached the "owl." The king tried to identify it, but it just didn't look like anything. Its size seemed to shift, as did its feathers. In one second, he had the distict markings of a Spotted Owl. But the next, those were gone, and there were tuffs of feathers on his head. And, at that same second, he was snow white.

"Hey, you the king? Hell, it doesn't matter. Look, you know all of those attacks? The ones your scouts died in? They are angels. Gluax has forsaken your world."

And done. Well, I hope that is a bit better. I would like to apologize if the format of the story is bad. It doesn't seem to translate from my word documents, and I can't seem to edit it once it is uploaded. Also, if you like the story at all, please leave a review. Anonymous reviews are on, and it doesn't have to be a paragraph of criticism or praise. Even a sentence or two boosts my morale immensely.