The Forest Guardians

25. YSH Chapter 10

Omen's POV

Now that I took a closer look at him, his slick back greyish hair was shaped to have two tufts of hair poking out of his head. There were specks of black and white in his hair, similar to the white-faced owl that he previously morphed from.

"Thank you."

The man scoffed.

His eyes rolling widely as he adjusted the lapels of his large and imposing black coat. He was wearing a brown vest over his white dress shirt with a striped black and white tie. He wore black pants and a pair of grey leather dress shoes. The arrogant aura he exuded was overwhelming, giving the feel of nobility.

Just where did this guy appear from?!

"I came from your ring."

What?

He sighed in despair, as if he had met the dumbest person alive.

"I was born from the egg which Micheal Johnathan Evans gave to you, Omen. I have been watching you guys ever since I was created. If not for me, you would have died."

His arms spread widely, expecting an applause or a wide ovation for his timely rescue. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling the faint arrival of a headache.

"So... you are my familiar, an owl shape shifter." I confirmed slowly.

"Unfortunately."

"And you have yet to have a name."

"Correct."

I sighed in resignation.

Is there a way for me to return this pompous person to Mike?

"How about Earl?" I replied after a while.

To be honest, I was secretly thinking up of a hundred trashy names for him just to spite him. Fortunately, he is lucky. After all that battle, I don't think I have the mental energy to start another fight.

It took a moment for him to contemplate the name before his eyes twinkled in satisfaction.

"I shall begrudgingly accept the name."

I rolled my eyes.

Even his eloquent words were grating my ears.

"I might need you to morph into an owl once we see people."

Earl hummed his reply, guiding me slowly away from the circus.

"Besides, why is Damon so scared of you breaking the mask?"

Earl sneaked a glance at me, his eyes conveying disbelief at my question. I knew what I was thinking of could be the answer but I just could not help asking.

"Take a guess."

He drawled. His face reverting to a bored expression. That was all I need to know. I filed away the thought I had in my mind as I walked towards Amyus's cottage.

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I quietly slipped back through the window, taking careful note to be mindful of the potted plants at the windowsill.

The cottage was quiet but it felt as if there was a black cloud hanging over it. I have only been gone for a few hours. So, what exactly has happened?

"Where have you been, Kira?"

I froze like a deer caught in the headlights; my body stuck mid-tiptoeing to my bed. My eyes took a glance. Virginia was sitting arms crossed on the chair in the corner of the room.