Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole Page #6

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He did this to me, Soren.

He's one of them.

He what?

No. No, Eg.

Look, you must be confused.

That can't be.

Well, thank Glaux Allomere rescued you.

I wasn't rescued.

Kludd gave me to the owl

who brought me here.

No, Eg, no. Thas impossible.

I mean, that would mean that Allomere

would have to be a...

Be a traitor.

No, is a trap.

Allomere!

Allomere!

We'll follow the Whale's Fin.

Is how they would have gone.

I see something.

There.

We should check out that smoke.

Soren, look.

Oh, Allomere.

Is it different when you see

the consequences of your betrayal?

- Must it be bats that bleed them?

- Of course.

They have no gizzards to be impaired

by the power of the flecks.

Now, my love?

It would be cruel to make them wait

any longer.

Finish them.

Well, we can't just leave them down there,

writhing in pain.

- Can we?

- No, you don't understand.

When we were at St. Aggie's,

we saw what those things can do.

They do something terrible to your

gizzard. Isn't that right, Soren?

Soren?

Uh, we've got bats inbound.

Not to worry. I can down

a hundred of those bloodsuckers.

Uh... Ooh. How about a thousand?

Well, we won't find out sitting

on our tail feathers, will we? Come on!

Wait! Just wait.

- Of course.

- Soren, what is it?

The flames. Thas it.

I think I see a way to free

the Guardians.

No, Soren, you can't fly into fire.

Listen, Gylfie, I need to trust my gizzard.

Twilight, can you take care of the bats?

Friend, I'll give you as much time

as I can.

But hurry. And be careful.

Come on!

Twilight, I think if we're going

into battle together...

...you'll have to sing

your best battle song ever.

- What?

- No, I'm serious. I want to hear one.

Give us your bravest, most inspiring

battle song ever!

Brilliant idea, Digger!

Into battle we do fly

Yeah, thas it!

No matter if we're going to die

What? Is that supposed to be inspiring?

- Wait! We haven't gotten to the best bit!

- Oh.

A nasty, scary death that hurts quite a lot

Even if our wlngs are ripped clean off

No. No!

You told us you'd bring

all the Guardians.

But they're not Guardians.

Soren.

They have no chance

against the flecks.

Still, I don't think we can trust you

anymore, Allomere.

No.

No, no, you promised me.

You promised me I would be

King of the Tree!

You should know, Allomere...

...there is only room for one king.

Hey!

Fly away!

Use your glizzard, boy!

Fly inside.

Soren!

No!

Oh, Soren.

Come on, Soren.

That was exemplary.

But we're not finished yet, boy.

Oh, yeah! Woo-hoo!

Come on.

I bet you didn't count on this.

Ha, ha! Good job, my friends!

Pure Ones, attack!

Crush them!

Before they can recover!

Guardians, we must uphold our oath.

To battle!

I need you to stay here

with your friends...

...and guard these owlets.

- Huh?

Unh! Ha, ha!

Come on!

Kludd?

No.

Soren!

Kludd!

Hello, brother.

Hmm?

Well, the legendary Lyze of Kiel.

Once again, is come down

to just you and me.

And now I can take my vengeance

for this.

You should thank me.

It appears to be an improvement.

Your precious Guardians

are finished, Soren.

The Pure Ones will triumph...

...and Tytos will take their rightful place

as rulers of the owl kingdoms.

Oh, is gonna be glorious!

"Glorious"?

No, the Pure Ones are monsters.

You saw what they were doing.

They were moon blinking other owls

and turning them into slaves.

You're just weak, Soren.

Still living in your dreams.

No, my dreams are what

make me strong, Kludd.

- They led me to the Guardians.

- Ha-ha-ha.

A pity there won't be any Guardians

left after today.

I don't understand.

How could you join the Pure Ones

after what they did to us?

"What they did to us"?

They believe in me

like no one else ever has.

Metal Beak says

the strong will triumph...

...the broken are put out of their misery.

And honor...

...honor is just another word

for weakness!

No, Kludd!

I know you don't really think that.

Then you don't know me at all.

Soren! My wing's broken! Help me up!

Soren, I'm your brother.

Kludd, no!

Metal Beak.

Be done with it, then.

No!

I'm not letting you hurt one more soul.

Oh, you're not letting me?

Oh, what a pity to waste...

...such a strong, young

and confident Tyto.

No, Soren!

Oh. You know this sad old owl.

He's my teacher. My hero.

Well, your hero can teach you one

last lesson about Pure Ones' strength...

Don't move.

...by letting you watch him die.

Hmm.

Unh!

Ha, ha.

Pure Ones! Fall back!

To me!

Soren, you did what was right.

And you did it well.

It seems we will have to amend

the Chronicles. Huh?

As it was in the old ages...

...so it was in the new.

The Guardians upheld their oath

that night.

I foretold you so!

They made strong the weak

and mended the broken.

And when the sun shone again

that morning...

...all could see that

they had vanquished the evil.

Soren! Soren!

- Oh, Eg.

- Ha, ha!

Are there any casualties?

- We're so proud of you.

- Ha, ha!

- Da, the stories...

- Ha, ha.

...they're real.

You made them real, Soren.

With the peace restored...

...it was a time for celebration...

...and recognition

that our small band of owls...

...who fate and a storm had blown

into the Tree...

...now stood before its king and queen

as young Guardians.

Eady finally, with all their hearts...

...to take that ancient oath:

To mend those who are broken...

...to make strong the weak...

...and, without hesitation...

...vanquish the evil.

For as we know...

...Nyra escaped.

And Kludd?

Well, Kiudd was never found.

Should I stop?

What? Please, don't stop.

I don't wanna give anyone daymares.

Oh, come on.

There must be more, there must be.

Ha, ha. Listen to them, Soren.

They want more stories.

Well, come on, you lot.

Les not disappoint them.

Ah. There's a good storm brewing.

And if we're lucky,

ill be chock full of baggywrinkles.

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