The darkness of the night sky and the shine of the full moon was all I knew for years.
When I was just a owlet going out to test my brand new flight feathers, when I tripped to the ground and was snatched up.
Pure One patrols had taken me away, along with dozens of others of young ones of many diffrent owl species. There at the canyons of St. Aegulious we were forced to work against out wills plucking pellets yarped up par other owls of there kind, looking for these metallic bits called Flecks as part of a master plan to destroy the guardians of Ga'hoole. But when I resisted getting moon blinked...