Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole Page #4

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Know what an owl says

when he's pecked by a crow?

Really, Digger, must you?

Ow!

- Thas right, "Ow"!

Hey! Get out of here!

Oh, that is it.

Twilight! Your lute!

Oh, let them have it. Good riddance.

- Oh, wait. Oh, no!

- Oh, yes!

Mrs. P!

Come on!

Mrs. P! I'm coming!

Soren, look!

Help!

They're too fast.

I'll get you closer.

We're going to lock talons!

What?

- Trust me! I know what I'm doing!

Yeah, but have you done this before?

No, but I've always wanted to try it!

Hold on!

Mrs. P!

Get out of here! Begone!

Oh, Mrs. P. Are you okay?

Quite a ride.

Les do that again.

Owl, you surely can fly.

Thank you, Twilight.

Well, here we are.

The Sea of Hoolemere.

Is just so big.

Yes, is a right big puddle there.

I don't know.

You really think the Guardians

are out there?

They have to be.

The band!

- Finally.

- Who's there?

Your arrival 'twas foretold.

'Twas foretold trespassers

would land on my shore.

Look, we mean you no harm.

Yes. 'Twas foretold as well.

- We've flown a long way.

- Also foretold.

- And we're very tired.

- Foretold!

I know all.

Now, state your desire, owl.

- Well...

- Wait.

If you really know all,

then how come you don't know that?

Ah! 'Twas foretold there would be

one who doubts.

Is anyone else having trouble with this?

Yes, I kind of am.

Da said, "guided by the spines

of the echidna."

Wait! Wait, you're an echidna!

I am the echidna.

And it was foretold you would need

some help getting here.

Well, then, I should tell you,

we seek the Guardians.

He should already know that.

I do, doubter. Go on.

Da said your spines can guide us.

And they will.

Now, to reach the Tree, keep between

the Whale's Fin and the Eye of Glaux.

Never go outside those stars.

Now, go! All of you.

'Twas foretold that the band

would hesitate.

But that in time would become a family.

And a family needs all of its members

to play their parts.

The warrior.

Poet warrior, please. Thank you.

Fine, strong and noble.

The tracker, sturdy and faithful.

The navigator, who doubts.

The leader, whose gizzard is strong.

And finally, of course, the heart.

Wait. Are you a snake?

Yes, I am.

You've all come this far,

each protecting the other.

So go. Look to the sky, and fly.

All right. Les go.

Remember, when your wings are weak...

...your spirits done...

...and you've flown as far as you can...

...you're halfway there!

What did he say?

We're halfway there! Oh, yeah.

Woo-hoo! This is gonna be a breeze.

We're lost!

I can't find my bearings.

We have to find the island!

We're in the mist.

The Tree must be on the other side.

I can feel it in my gizzard!

Your gizzard?

Does anyone else have any more solid

information about how much further it is?

Digger, why are you flying like that?

Like what? You know how I fly.

Is not that!

Digger! Your wings!

I think...

Goodbye.

- Digger.

- Digger!

Aah! Digger!

Digger? Digger.

Oh, no. No.

Can you fly with me?

There are...

There are five of us.

Yes. We know.

Can you see whas happening?

Out of my way, I can't see.

I can't hear a thing.

Shh!

I wanna see!

I'm concerned about this

fleck material of which they speak.

It could be a weapon.

Could be a new shield or armor.

Having examined them, Your Majesty...

...they do show signs

of the trials they described.

It beggars belief to think that these brave

owlets would fly here by themselves...

...to spin a fairy tale.

Heh-heh-heh.

- Does my Lord Allomere feel otherwise?

Oh, good Glaux.

Boron, Your Majesty,

if I understand this correctly...

...Metal Beak is not a myth...

...he's building a slave army

of moon-blinked owlets...

...and is planning to conquer the world

with magical pellet debris.

Without intending any disrespect...

...and particularly to my little friends,

who have been through so much...

...such a story simply stretches

plausibility too far.

Does that notion strike Ezylryb

as amusing?

What cheek!

Whas amusing to me is that you would

cover yourself by besmirching these fliers.

Perhaps my good fellow Ezylryb

wishes us to race back to war.

No, no.

Perhaps he'd write a poem about it

from his hollow, while the rest of us...

Well, while the rest of us

had our talons deformed too.

But I say caution...

...when the losses could be so many.

I would never counsel

rushing blindly into war...

...but for a cause such as the one

the boy described...

...for a violation of peace

so blatant, so powerful...

...of course I'd fight!

What other course to take?

And if you think I'm a coward, or I'd simply

urge others on, I'll fight you right now.

Order.

- Boron, you can judge the winner.

Mildly, owls.

We're trying to seek the truth.

The truth?

I told you the truth.

The Pure Ones exist.

They've kidnapped me and dozens

of owlets from our hollows.

They want to enslave us all

and rule our world without pity.

Yes, the only proof I have are my words.

But words were the only proof I ever had

that you were real.

And still, I believed.

And you would argue with that?

I will not argue with it.

Your Majesty,

my search and rescue chaw...

...is scheduled to leave on a routine

survey during the next full moon.

No.

- Perhaps we could...

You shall leave immediately.

Take your best owls with you, Allomere.

And be thorough.

Wow.

Soren, we did it.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess we did.

I just hope Allomere finds the owlets.

Oh, to be a young owl

with a taste for adventure...

...arriving to the Tree for the first time.

Well done to hold your own in there.

Some more nice strong gizzards.

The Tree always needs them.

He is one strange owl.

I think he might be missing a few talons.

And a good bath.

Gross old owl.

You'll want to stay out of his chaw.

- Chaw?

- I'll tell you on the way to dinner.

You're already late.

Look out!

Now, Matron's instructed me to give you lot

a rundown on the way we do things here.

During your basic training...

Wait, wait, wait. Basic training?

You don't just become a Guardian

overnight. It takes years. Years.

- Hello.

Only our absolute best...

...are chosen to be...

- Wait. Who are you?

Are you going to keep interrupting me?

Now, if, however unlikely,

you do have talent...

...you'll be tapped, or selected,

for a specialized chaw, or squadron.

There's navigation, healing,

search and rescue...

...blacksmithing, weather interpretation,

colliering.

I expect to be placed in

the navigation chaw myself.

Name's Otulissa, by the way.

I'm... I'm Soren. Heh.

I believe your friends are in there.

Digger! Hi!

How's the food, Digger?

He said "good," but he thinks

ill go better with a little music.

- What?

- And this looks like a decent crowd.

He's actually pretty good, you know.

Oh, I guess. If you like that sort of thing.

Here at the Great Tree...

...every owl trains in different skills

we call "chaws."

You'll study tracking...

...navigating, combat.

But maybe you're a blacksmith.

Here I come, here I come.

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