The Gods tended not to involve themselves in the lives of mortals. They were ancient and powerful, and well removed from the realm of the living. There were no laws against it, however- no rule that said they could not come down and meddle as they wished.
Though, typically, they dealt with their own respective species.
Even Gods can find themselves in a bit of trouble, which, as it happens, was what the First Owl had found himself in all those years ago.
Trapped, bound by the limitations of his physical manifestation, he was quite certain he was going to die. Not that it would kill him, but it was never a pleasant sensation. And then along came a human lad, a small little thing- barely three years. How the precocious child had slipped past his mother's watchful eye was of little concern to The Owl- he shrieked and screamed, hoping to frighten the child away.
He'd seen what humans did to injured animals.
The child was unmoved by his scare-tactics. Green eyes, pale and bright like new growth, studied him with a soul-deep wisdom he could feel.
The child saved him that day.
Gods have a long memory- he had shown favor to the lad's line ever since.
Andrina was the most recent child of that line- now the only child. Nine and ten years of age, she most reminded him of the green eyed boy over any other in that family. She had the same soul-deep wisdom in her green eyes. The same unparalleled kindness.
The Owl felt rage.
The blood of his charge had been spilled, she was dying.
It was not wise to anger a God.
JE LEEST
Beloved of the Owl
FantasyMute, and horrifically scarred- Andrina would still consider herself lucky, after all, she survived the attempt on her life. She was living in the palace, of all places, and no longer had to deal with her wretched step-mother or step-sisters. And sh...
