Confused Owl の小説・ストーリー

It dropped down from its perch, opening its wings to stall its landing, but only a little. Ilyria woke crying out in pain as the owl sank its claws into her flesh. “Remember, Ilyria,” said the owl, “This is only what you want it to be.” Ilyria sat up, rubbing her arm. The owl flew out the window past the monkey calling, “Be ready.”

"Hold up, I'll stop you there uncle, I'm sorry. Ehm, you called her owl-something and akwshinis, did I get that right?" "No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chos

"Then what is it, witch? Make it real quick so we can get on with our journey." "I was thinking maybe we should...," just then a bird flew by. It stared at me as if it knew who I was. And not just that, I can say that there was something familiar about the owl I have just seen. I believe our paths have crossed before but, my poor memory at the moment denied me from recalling when and where. No doubt, from the way the owl stared at me, it was no ordinary owl. The bird was a witch-turned owl. Probably, the witch preferred to be in that state because, all the witches are currently been chased, persecuted, and burned all over the human towns nearby by the Revolutionists. I believe the forest has