Okay, here is chapter 3. Sorry it is almost late. I had to do some stuff, and then I got sick for a bit. Enjoy and review!
Matthew stood in silence with the rest of his gang in the parliament roots as the angel finished its explanation. While it did sound ridiculous, no other answer made much sense. And the owl's appearance certainly helped his efforts. He did look very angelic. Not to mention his shifting appearance. "So, if what you say is true," Matthew began," How can we stop this? If the god of our world decides we're done, I just don't think there is much we can do. And how can we fight angels?"
"I told you!" the angel said angrily," That thing isn't Gluax. I know it isn't. And besides. They bleed. At least in the world here. They can be killed. However, you are half right. In glaumora, you would be powerless. But, I think I might be able to fix that. You know the Band? Those legends and stuff?"
"Yep!" Felli chimed in. "Matthew even used Soren's battle claws!"
"Did you now?" the angel asked, cocking his head to the side. "Well, that leads into my plan. We need to confront this imposter, and see what happened to Gluax. The real Gluax. But, as you are now, as any owl is now, the angels will completely destroy you in glaumora, and it will be a dire fight in the mortal world. But, there is a method I believe we can use to transcend this barrier. Owls who lead amazing lives, owls who were legends, are in a revered part of glaumora."
"Is you plan to recruit these owls? To fight the angels?" asked Joshua.
The angel scowled. "No. And don't interrupt me. While these owls are dead, something of them besides their legends live on. The weapons of these brave owls are immortalized. They are put into shrines, inaccessible to mortals. They exist solely so that their brave deeds will not be forgotten by us. The angels. When in times of war against hagsmire, those heroes reclaim their weapons, and fight. So…"
"We're going to loot sacred shrines?" asked Matthew.
The angel gave a cackle, ending with a dark grin," Exactly. With those weapons, you should be able to fight the angels. Especially with my help."
"Wait," Amelia interrupted. "If Gluax is telling all the angels to destroy our world, why are you the only one rebelling?"
He sighed," Look, I know this will sound shady, but that is my personal business. It doesn't matter. But I swear, I'm not trying to do anything other than help you. I have no ulterior motive or anything like that. You just have to trust me. Now, I want to take you four. You have proved yourself in battle, and you feel… special. Like you'll get legends of your own some day. Do you still have Soren's claws? They would make our job a bit easier."
"Uh, sorry, but we don't. After the battle I used them in, they just seemed to disappear. And, something you said doesn't make sense. You said mortals couldn't enter those shrines. But, that sounds a lot like the place where I found the battle claws," Matthew said.
The angel grinned again. "Like I said, you all have the air of a legend around you. Now, if you are all ready, I would like to leave tomorrow, at first black. Is that okay?"
After a round of confirmations, Amelia put out one last question," What's your name?"
"Hmm. Name. You can call me Faolyn."
Matthew one again skimmed in the air outside the Great Tree. He knew Amelia would get him this time. But that didn't stop him from escaping. He had decided he would have to tell her what he really thought. Even if she would hate him for it.
"Hey Matt," he heard Amelia call out, much to his surprise. She swooped down to his level. "Matt, why have you been avoiding me? And don't give me one of your racdrops excuses. Tell me the truth."
Matthew sighed. Looks like he would have to face her a bit sooner than he thought. "Ames… it's about having chicks. I… I'm not ready. I can't be a father now."
At first, she just stared ahead, there being nothing to gauge her reaction with. "Matthew… why didn't you tell me?" she yelled, voice cracking near the end. "Why didn't you just tell me something so easy? Do you know how worried I've been? I haven't been able to find you anywhere, and you were going to sleep at obscene hours or not at all! I've stayed up for hours, and still you didn't come back! And no one else would tell me anything! What did you think? That I would hate you for saying no, for trying to compromise? I knew you maybe wouldn't want to have chicks yet, but I thought we could talk about it! I love you so much, and I want to be with you. Forever. We would have to talk about it someday. But instead you just do what you always do. You go where no one can find you, and just waste time, hoping the solution will come to you. Sometimes, it won't Matt. Sometimes you just have to suck it up, and do something difficult!"
And with that, she soared away angrily. Matthew just sighed. The worst part was, she was right. That's what he was doing. He had just been trying to justify it, but it couldn't be done. He just screwed up.
And done. I'm sorry if this is a bit low quality, but, like I said, I was/am a bit sick.