Post by kcb500 on Mar 8, 2010 9:54:13 GMT -5
You guys remember this story? I posted it on The Ga'Hoolian Cycle. This time I'll post more chapters though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Guardians of Ga’hoole
Disclaimer: I do not own Guardians of Ga’hoole
“It’s fake!” Nyra exclaimed in horror and turned toward Soren with her chest exposed. It now or never! Soren launched the ice splinter directly at her chest. There was a small spurt of blood, then a gush. The splinter had buried itself deep in her heart. She looked again in horror, first at Soren and then Coryn. For a moment, she seemed suspended between two columns of flames, and then she said, “You cheated me, your own mother.”
“You dare call yourself my mother?” Coryn said evenly.
Nyra lurched forward. Soren thought he saw Coryn flinch.
The Striga rushed in and swept under Nyra. He was trying to support her from below. But suddenly, the she-winds were raking through the flames and the scalding waves from the lava sea were rising higher. In the next moment a crest of the lava sea broke and took her with it. The Striga had slid away in the nick of time. “Out of here! Soren!” Coryn cried to him. “We have to get out. The she-winds are building!”
“Follow him!” Soren cried out. “Follow the Striga!” They had come much too far just to let the blue owl escape their grasp again.
“Let him go, Soren! Let him go!” Coryn yelled above the sound of the storm and lava.
“Never!” Soren shouted. He began to fly like an owl possessed, he knew Coryn would follow him and try to stop him, but all that mattered was killing that monster.
Suddenly the Striga was right in front of him. Soren flew above him and lashed out.
The Striga merely dodged to the side and in return flew up into Soren and sliced open his wing.
Soren nearly went yeep. He looked around as blood streamed out of his port wing which barely still clung to his body.
“No!” Soren heard Coryn screech and the younger owl flew in and used battle claws to sever the Striga’s head from his body.
Soren’s wing suddenly ripped off of his body and he let out a cry of pain. The Barn owl started to plummet towards the ground.
The next thing he knew he was in Coryn’s talons. Coryn set him down gently. “He’s hurt! Badly hurt!”
“Coryn, I am dying”
“No!” Coryn whispered.
Otulissa appeared with the torn-off wing. “No, Soren! No!” She could not believe this was happening. She could remember all the times that Soren had gotten them flint mops when they were young’uns. He was the leader of the Band and Chaw of Chaws. She even used to have a slight crush on him…
“Soren,” Otulissa said softly, “Cleve will come. He will mend you. Sew your wing back on.”
“I am fine. I don’t need wings where I am going.” Soren responded.
He was so tired. Soren looked up at the good noble owls gathered around him. The rest of the band, the Chaw of Chaws. They were all weeping, begging him to live. But he knew he leaving them. They will have years and years, but my time is here. He was ready. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was not the voices of the Band but the howling of the wolves. And yet they seemed not near but in some distant country.
Don’t worry, he wanted to say. Don’t worry, Coryn. But he felt as if he was already far away.
A messenger arrived. “The enemy has been routed, sir.” Then he looked down and gasped. “The King’s advisor?”
“Soren is dead!” said Coryn quietly.
““You dare call yourself my mother?” Coryn said evenly.
Nyra lurched forward. Soren thought he saw Coryn flinch.
The Striga rushed in and swept under Nyra. He was trying to support her from below. But suddenly, the she-winds were raking through the flames and the scalding waves from the lava sea were rising higher. In the next moment a crest of the lava sea broke and took her with it. The Striga had slid away in the nick of time. “Out of here! Soren!” Coryn cried to him. “We have to get out. The she-winds are building!”
“Follow him!” Soren cried out. “Follow the Striga!” They had come much too far just to let the blue owl escape their grasp again.
“Let him go, Soren! Let him go!” Coryn yelled above the sound of the storm and lava.
“Never!” Soren shouted. He began to fly like an owl possessed, he knew Coryn would follow him and try to stop him, but all that mattered was killing that monster.
Suddenly the Striga was right in front of him. Soren flew above him and lashed out.
The Striga merely dodged to the side and in return flew up into Soren and sliced open his wing.
Soren nearly went yeep. He looked around as blood streamed out of his port wing which barely still clung to his body.
“No!” Soren heard Coryn screech and the younger owl flew in and used battle claws to sever the Striga’s head from his body.
Soren’s wing suddenly ripped off of his body and he let out a cry of pain. The Barn owl started to plummet towards the ground.
The next thing he knew he was in Coryn’s talons. Coryn set him down gently. “He’s hurt! Badly hurt!”
“Coryn, I am dying”
“No!” Coryn whispered.
Otulissa appeared with the torn-off wing. “No, Soren! No!” She could not believe this was happening. She could remember all the times that Soren had gotten them flint mops when they were young’uns. He was the leader of the Band and Chaw of Chaws. She even used to have a slight crush on him…
“Soren,” Otulissa said softly, “Cleve will come. He will mend you. Sew your wing back on.”
“I am fine. I don’t need wings where I am going.” Soren responded.
He was so tired. Soren looked up at the good noble owls gathered around him. The rest of the band, the Chaw of Chaws. They were all weeping, begging him to live. But he knew he leaving them. They will have years and years, but my time is here. He was ready. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was not the voices of the Band but the howling of the wolves. And yet they seemed not near but in some distant country.
Don’t worry, he wanted to say. Don’t worry, Coryn. But he felt as if he was already far away.
A messenger arrived. “The enemy has been routed, sir.” Then he looked down and gasped. “The King’s advisor?”
“Soren is dead!” said Coryn quietly.
