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Through blue skies, and snow flurries, the owl landed atop the mountains. Wings still spread, he stayed, still as the air, waiting. He knew he shouldn’t be awake. Daylight stung his eyes, but he persevered. He’d keep his wings wide as long as he could, to block out the rays of daylight. There was a meaning to him being here, though he didn’t know what it was just yet.

In the distance, there was nothing but silence. Not even the sound of an eagle, nor the rush of the wind could be heard. A rather odd occurrence for such a high landing spot. He began to wonder if this was where he was supposed to be. His vision, sorely obscured because of the light, he had no choice but to wait. Wings weighing heavy, as he became tired from holding them aloft, he started to waver in his stance.

Suddenly, a sound from behind him brought him back to reality. He was afraid to turn, for the light had brightened considerably since he landed here. There it was again. Could there be more than one approaching? He hesitated, and when he could wait no more, he turned.


To be continued…


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