Chapter 1

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As morning unfolded, Ealdwine observed his master's sudden gasp as she consulted a calendar. Curiosity piqued within him; he wondered what had caused her excitement. He was a guardian of this space, a sentinel of her world, and her emotions were mirrored in his silent, observant eyes. When she lifted him from his perch, his feathers rustling, and the tomes he had diligently arranged began to topple, he felt disappointed at the disarray.

But his anticipation outweighed his minor frustration. Her excitement hinted at something significant that justified disturbing his carefully arranged kingdom. She gently placed him on a table, where they met eye to eye, a rare occurrence that fueled his curiosity. For a fleeting moment, her gaze lingered on him, and in that brief connection, he questioned if something about him had caught her attention. The thought of being perceived as flawed or broken, even for an instant, flitted through his mind before he dismissed it with a silent, self-deprecating chuckle. Lost in thought, Ealdwine's reflections were interrupted by the following words: "Happy Birthday."

Birthdays held a peculiar fascination for humans, an annual celebration of their march towards fragility and age. On the other hand, he was immune to time's grasp, a guardian crafted from unyielding bronze. His name, Ealdwine, was a reminder of his agelessness. Memories of his past, hazy yet comforting, began to stir within him. His thoughts drifted back to when he was a young owl, vigorously protecting the realm of knowledge, collecting wisdom through the ages, and basking in the company of a youthful and radiant master.

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