Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole Page #2

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But by the mercy of Glaux...

...you've been rescued

and brought here to St. Aegolius.

And, in time, you'll come to be grateful

for the kindness shown to you.

You'll repay that kindness with labor.

Some of you will be pickers.

No, I don't want to be a picker!

- Some will be soldiers.

- Gylfie, stay with me.

In your ways, all will serve

the High Tyto and the Pure Ones.

- Let us go!

- Silence.

We don't want to serve the Pure Ones.

- Who are the Pure Ones?

- Silence!

I am Nyra,

Ablah General of St. Aegolius...

...and mate to the Lord High Tyto.

I know right now

you miss your families...

...but soon enough you will understand

the Pure Ones are your new family.

The Pure Ones are not our family.

Let us go!

She's right. Let us go!

Whas this?

Tyto, don't waste your time.

Don't soil your feathers.

You leave her be.

Oh, spirited little Tyto. How touching.

You and your patch of felt

will stay together, then.

As pickers.

Les go. Hurry up.

Perhaps when you remember your nobility,

Tyto, we can make a soldier of you.

- Come on.

- What about my brother?

- Oh? Where's he?

- Kludd!

Owlet, that one says you're his brother.

Would you like to join him?

I didn't think so.

Kludd?

Here we go. Move along. Move it along.

- Kludd!

- Now, there's a soldier.

Thank you.

Soren, you know, you don't have to be here

with me. You should be with your brother.

No, Gylfie. I could never be

with those Tytos.

I don't know why Kludd

would even think...

Hey! Whas wrong with him?

He looks like he's been moon...

All right, you owlets, move it in,

move it in. Come on!

Do exactly as he says or you'll never

see the light of dawn.

- Nice one, Jutt.

- Felt a little forced.

- It was awesome.

- Thank you, Jatt.

So tonight, we want you to...

- What was it again, Jatt?

- To rest.

To rest.

So lean back, put your beaks up...

...and turn your faces to the light

of the glorious full moon.

And sleep.

Soren, we mustn't fall asleep.

I think they're trying to moon blink us.

Moon blink us?

Sometimes in the desert, owls would

get exhausted and collapse under it.

When they woke up,

they just weren't the same.

As if they'd forgotten who they were.

Gylfie, we are going to get out of here.

I know these stars.

I could get us away from here...

...but the only way out is to fly

and we can't.

Not yet, we can't.

But we're gonna learn how.

Whenever they're not watching...

...every chance we get,

we're gonna stretch out our wings...

Do you really think

that we can make it, Soren?

Together, Gylfie, we'll get away.

I'm cold.

Together.

All right, my lovely little owlets.

Thas enough beauty rest.

Wakey, wakey. Rise and shine.

Is another glorious day...

- Oh, no.

- Soren.

Thas right. Here we go.

Move it along.

Soren.

Where are we going now?

Gylfie, we need to act moon blinked.

Keep moving.

Lots of pellet picking ahead.

You may have noticed

that we don't like dawdling.

Anything with W's in it,

we don't trust.

Come on.

Shuffle those talons.

The sooner you get there,

the sooner we start.

The sooner you start,

the sooner we finish. Les go!

Keep moving, no dawdling.

And welcome to the Pelletorium.

Is a great place

for the rest of your lives.

You mustn't feel sorry for them

down there.

As lower species, they are fortunate

to serve a higher cause.

As Tyto owls,

their natural superiors...

...you too are part of that plan.

One that will soon bring order

to all the owl kingdoms...

...when the Pure Ones will rule.

A new and noble era will dawn.

Now, prove your greatness...

...and rise.

Higher!

Higher!

Les get this party started!

Les get picking!

Start picking up those pellets right now.

Thas right. Think of the joy. Pellets.

We love them.

Ugh. Other owls' pellets.

You know, maybe it would have been

better if we had been moon blinked.

Oh, here we go.

Eureka.

Great job, number 857... Whatever.

All right, everyone, gather around.

- Hey, you with the blank expression.

Thas all of them.

Oh. Pay attention. He's talking.

Now this is the kind of pellet

you're picking for.

Mouse fur, mouse bones,

thas all standard.

But the secret rare ingredient in this one

is what Mr. Mouse ate:

- A metal fleck.

- Metal fleck.

Now, I'm very perceptive.

- He is.

- I am.

- And I'm detecting you...

Nicely done.

...want to volunteer to take this fleck

to where all the flecks belong.

You all watching? Hm?

Come on.

Soren.

Ha, ha. All right, more baskets to fill.

Back to work.

What happened?

Listen, Gylfie, those birds are

doing something terribly wrong.

We have to find Kludd

and we have to get out of here.

And exactly what do you two think

you're doing?

Eh?

Once we have amassed enough flecks...

...we will set a trap.

Then it is up to you to lure our enemy

to their rightful place:

Into our claws.

And then the Western Kingdoms

and the Tree, those will be mine.

You have my word.

What do you plan on doing with us?

Quiet!

What is this place?

Get inside.

Stop asking questions.

The Pure Ones won't be too happy

if you don't let us get to the Pelletorium.

No.

And they won't be too happy when they

find out what I'm gonna do to you either.

I'm gonna teach you to fly.

Fly?

You can breathe now.

Yeah, is been getting worse here.

I told myself if any came who were smart,

and brave enough to resist...

...l'd help them.

I guess you two'll have to do.

But aren't you a...?

A Pure One? No, I hate them.

Almost as much as I hate

what they've turned me into.

My feathers weren't always stained

with these colors.

When the Pure Ones invaded our kingdom,

I fought back.

Now, they thought they could use that...

...so they took my family.

And they promised me if I followed orders,

no harm would come to them.

And I've been doing their dirty work

ever since.

Now, have you flown at all before?

Well, I have been branching.

You don't have the luxury of

gliding down from a nest anymore.

We need to work on your power skills,

starting with what you already know.

Show me what you can do.

Come on.

Hey, good, good.

Now, try and feel every muscle,

every feather in each stroke.

And push!

Ow!

All right, you two,

thas enough. Come on.

Back to practice.

Now, the best of you...

...the fittest and the most brilliant...

...I will present to the Lord High Tyto.

So les see how much

you've improved...

...as fliers, as fighters.

Well?

Well done. You've shown exceptional

obedience and discipline.

My husband will be most pleased

by your progress.

Hm. Tell me, does your brother have

similar potential as a flier?

Who, Soren?

No. He fell out of the tree when

he was still a hatchling. He's lame.

Oh, soldier, you mustn't

confuse praise for license.

Never lie to me.

For the Lord High Tyto, we need

as many strong fliers as we can find.

Come, les tell your brother

what rewards there are...

...for those who recognize

their true family.

No, more flap, deeper flap.

The still air has no shape to use.

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