Something before the story but important:
- "Old Timer" everyone seemed to call him as nobody knew his name. Even his son. *Not even his son you fool*
- 10 000 years he has been alive. Yet he was the most mysterious person.
- Some may even wonder if he remembers his name himself.
- His wife, 3 000 years younger than him, and a son that is 25
*Above information relativity and story:*
The night was cold. *Tear out page*. Cold was the night.
From up in the trees he watched me walk, his eyes not blinking, his head turning slowly. He soared down on his wings and began to claw at my face, "AHHH *SHIT* go away you ugly owl!". I started running but couldn't really see where I was going.
I was blinded for five whole minutes because the dust from his feathers, you know? It got deep in there like really deep! I could feel it on my brain and it was pokey when I turned my eyes.
Then I began to cry blood *Tear out page* Tears of blood rolled down my cheeks leaving crimson stains, looking like face paint. Starting from the middle of my eyes. It was really weird, you know?
But it was sitting there in front of me when I opened my eyes. Just sitting, staring, unmoving, unblinking.
"Hoot" he said.
So I picked him up holding him an arms length away to prevent extra suffering. But then suddenly, suddenly, um... he spread his wings wide and leaped at me like a pidgey jumping out of a pokeball, you know?
His huge wings blew sand and dust in my eyes once again. "You fool!" I shouted "How dare you hurt me?! I am the mighty Jam... I mean Old Timer!"
The owl stopped. He turned his head around, all the way around, creepy actually.
"Your name is Jam?" the owl hooted.
"AHHH talking owl! NOOOOOO!"
Then I began to run away again, nobody can know my name!
"No Jam is not my name!" I yell out to the owl.
The owl was processing this as I made my escape, you know?
"Where are you going Jam?" the owl asked as it flew to catch up to me.
Must escape. Must not reveal my real name. It's to shameful and a disgrace! It implies that I am weak!
No one must know. Not even my son.
