Owls Of Ga Hoole: Legends Of The Guardians The

The embers of the Great Ga’Hoole Tree glowed like fallen stars against the midnight bark. Deep within the hollow of the , a young Whiskered Screech owl named Pip stood at the edge of a high branch, his talons gripping the mossy wood with nervous intensity.

When he landed on the council branch, soaking wet and gasping for air, Soren himself was there, his golden eyes reflecting the firelight. Legends of the Guardians The Owls of Ga Hoole

The heavier scout couldn't pull up in time. The Pure One clipped a rising wave, lost his balance, and spiraled into the foam. Pip didn't wait to see him surface; he beat his wings against the gale, using the storm’s own power to catapult himself back toward the safety of the Great Tree. The embers of the Great Ga’Hoole Tree glowed

Pip wasn't a warrior yet, but he dreamed of the . He had grown up on stories of Soren and the Great Battle, of noble owls who rose into the darkness to mend the world. Beside him stood his mentor, an old, battle-scarred Great Gray owl named Boran , whose left wing dipped slightly from an old encounter with the Pure Ones . The heavier scout couldn't pull up in time

Pip’s heart hammered. He was small, but he was a Screech owl—he was fast. Instead of diving away, Pip folded his wings and plummeted straight toward the churning waves. The scout followed, shrieking a battle cry. At the very last second, just as the salt spray wet his belly, Pip executed a perfect , a maneuver he’d practiced a thousand times in the hollows.

Pip looked out at the horizon where the sun was just beginning to touch the world with gold. He wasn't just a trainee anymore; he was a .