My name is Silverwing. Since the time that I was a young owlet to now, I have been forced to work for the Pure Ones. They took me right after I hatched. Metal Beak, or the 'High Tyto', forces me to do terrible things to others. I can't help but wonder how long it will last. I hope to escape all of this. I just don't know if I can. If Metal Beak finds out, he'll kill me slowly and painfully. Just then, Metal Beak lands on a branch of an old fir tree.
"Silverwing! Come here!" Metal Beak snarls.
"Yes, High Tyto," I comply.
"Here's what you must do. I set up a Devils Triangle near Tyto Forest. I want you to find the Whiskered Screech there. He's old and goes by the name Ezylryb. Find him and bring him to me!" Metal Beak orders.
"Yes, High Tyto," I reply before I fly off.