Author's Note: I've always found Coryn's thoughts and feelings on his parents to be very interesting. This is something of a character study regarding that. Also, I love the thought of Soren calling Ezylryb 'Ezyl-da'. I think it's adorable. Also, this is technically canon compliant, I think. But I imagine that Boron and Barran are still alive (maybe still monarchs) in this, even though it isn't mentioned. This was inspired by Who Are You? by AJJ (Andrew Jackson Jihad), and features a couple lyrics from it. It was also inspired by Son to Father by Shen's General on FF ( s/9070862/1/Son-to-Father). I hope y'all enjoy. WARNING: This fic contains references to/mentions of past character death, references to/mentions of past animal death, and references to/mentions of child abuse.
"Family isn't whose blood you carry. It's who you love and who loves you." -Jackie Chan
Coryn was in the hollow that he shared with his uncle Soren, aunt Pelli, and his three cousins Bell, Bash, and Blythe. Currently however, he was the only one present. He was staring thoughtfully at a sheet of parchment, quill in talon, with a small metal pot of ink close by. He sighed, and began writing.
It doesn't feel right to call you my 'da', but it doesn't feel right to just call you by your name either. I know that you're dead, and I haven't heard from your scroom in a while now. I know that you will never read this letter. Still, I feel compelled to write it.
I haven't been at the Great Ga'hoole Tree for too long, and yet I already feel more at home than I ever did while I was with the Pure Ones. I have a real family now (whereas before, my real family was only Phillip and Uncle Uglamore), even if not all of them are blood relatives. Otulissa, Ezylryb, and The Band are as much my family as Uncle Soren, Aunt Pelli, Aunt Eglantine, and my cousins. (I remember, once, that when I was told how Ezylryb adopted Uncle Soren as his own son, that Uncle had jokingly referred to the old screech as 'Ezyl-da'. Ezylryb had given his adopted son a good natured cuff with his wing. That, I realize now, was the moment when I realized what real family was.) It was Eyzlryb, in fact, who had suggested I write this letter. Merely as an outlet for my feelings, that might possibly make me feel better.
I have so many conflicting feelings about you. I honestly don't know where to start. But, I'll give it my best.
For so long, I thought you were a great hero. I looked up to you so much, even though you were gone. But then I learned the truth. That you were a cruel warlord, with an unending desire for power. As much as I hate the thought of you, I can't help but wondering, almost wishign, that you had been there to see me grow up and be there for me. Even though I know you would have been a terrible da. Just as Mum Nyra was.
I've always found it strange that, although the both of you were terrible parents, you were truly in love and acted as such. It was obvious to everyone who knew the two of you and had seen you interact together.
Why did you only appear to me after I left the Pure Ones? Why not before? I see now that you and Nyra only saw me as a weapon, and not as a son. But here, in my new home, I can be a true owl, not just a tool.
Uncle Soren is more of a da to me than you could ever have been, and I'm grateful for it. I've accidentally called him 'da' before. He's said that he doesn't mind, and that if I ever wish it, he will adopt me as his son. But, although I wish that he was my da, I will not ask him. I've spent so long fleeing from my past, being ashamed of it. I think it's time to stop.'
Coryn heard a laugh outside the hollow, and glanced out. He saw that his uncle was laughing as he playfully rode thermals with The Band, Otulissa, Aunt Eglantine, and Aunt Pelli. Coryn smiled. He longed to join them, but he knew he had to finish the letter first.
'I feel like I should thank you. Even if you were (would have been) an awful da. I still have to thank you for giving me my real family. Uncle Soren and the others. Thank you, for those genes you had.