Guardians of Ga'hoole: Among the Embers

Prologue

   Flames, flames were everywhere. Scorching walls and billowing smoke that made breathing almost impossible. But the skies were not just painted red. There were also a field of blue. And flickers of black as bats roamed said skies.
   They had no gizzards, unlike the owls who were pulled into the blue, and thrown against the ground. They were glued by the power of the pellets, just as our king had planned.
   The Guardians were no match... yet they had won...

   Because of him!

   Soren was his name, the owlet who had survived being captured by the Pure Ones. He was weak and didn't see what true power he would have among our ranks.
   The young barn owl had flown for Glaux knows how long, and alerted the Guardians of the Ga'hoole Tree. Not only that, but him and his small gang of lesser owls had come when the guardians were in need.
   Soren, the leader of the group, had fought off his brother among the fire forest in an act to obtain a torch in which he would use to single handedly kill Metal Beak. And if that wasn't enough, he left his brother for dead, beaten and scarred.
   The Guardians left that night, believing they had finished us. And though our army has diminished... we still remain Pure.
   Our new king now leads us, and I, to be his most trusted. For I am Ash, a smoke colored barn owl.