Tom the Troll
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So, this is my plot so far:
-Teenage orphan Orla is summoned to some magical owl-world called Sophaviloc somehow, or led to it. O and btw she has always had this weird connection with owls/night/etc.
-She finds it, throws it away and it returns. When throwing it away agrily, she meets a street kid named Gib, who has had the same thing happen.
-They decide to find Sophaviloc together. They are "Owl Siblings"
-they find out it is under rule by the evil dictator Vladimir James, who is a massive owl.
What should happen next to continue and wrap up the story? Here is the first part:
1.
A snowy-white owl fluttered down from the dark sky and landed neatly on the very edge of the Cliff. The Cliff was bare except for the dark, neatly trimmed grass, and the trees a few feet from the edge were thick, dark, and profuse. The owl was perched on the same spot, and behind him was nothing but a straight-down cliff wall that plummeted down into darkness. He knew not what lay below, if anything; it seemed to go on forever. Looking up into the sky with his honey-colored eyes, he seemed frightened and waiting. The velvet blackness above him was dotted with tiny silvery stars that were there indefinitely, but didn’t seem to shine. The owl, Hadrien was his name, was perfectly still, just like his surroundings. Not a sound could be heard- no crickets, no wind, no crashing of the waves that other owls had guessed might be below the Cliff. It would seem eerie to anybody else, but Hadrien, like most other Seniors, was used to the quiet stillness.
A sudden crack from the sky startled him. It sounded like thunder, but Hadrien knew what it really was. An enormous owl that was at least five feet tall with a wingspan twice its height swooped down, beating the great wings, and landed in front of Hadrien with a thump, making the Cliff shake just enough for Hadrien to notice.
“This had better be important, Grey Wing,” he boomed. Hadrien could almost smell the greasy-looking, jet-black feathers of Vladimir James, inches from his face. He towered above the small grey owl; three of Hadrien wouldn’t be as tall as him.
“Yes, my lord, my apologies, my sincerest apologies.” The tiny bird stammered. “I have the list of the new owlets to summon. All checked and approved by the Council, my lord.”
“IS THAT ALL?” shrieked the massive owl. “I WAS AWOKEN FOR THIS?”
“Y-you s-s-s-aid to t-tell you right away, s-sire,” stammered the poor Hadrien through his clenched beak as he plucked a piece of parchment out from his leather satchel, which was tied to his left claw. The giant paused, thinking.
“Very well. I shall make the final changes with Nighforden. It is his duty, after all, since he will be the one double-checking in the B World,” James said, with an expression on his feathery face that resembled a sly grin.
“Sire! You don’t mean-”
“You are now my head advisor. Do not make light of the situation or take advantage of it, Advisor. He is now demoted to Grey Wing and you shall take his place. Remember, though: I am High Ruler, always shall, you shan’t be any closer to my position than before. I am equally towering over even the most pathetic of the owlets you let slip between my eyes...” Hadrien looked down, embarrassed at his employer’s remembrance of a long ago accident, but overjoyed at his new position.
Head advisor! No longer would he be one of the three officially-appointed messengers, “Gray Wings”, traveling back to B World and forth to the A World, fetching post for the Council and occasionally James himself; he would be speaking to the High Ruler every day, helping to rule the land...
“WHAT IS YOUR NAME, ADVISOR?” he bellowed.
“Hadrien, sire!” he said back, clearly and loudly.
“Hadrien! Return to the Tree, and move your possessions to the advisors’ quarters! Be sure to inform Nighforden of his demotion to Grey Wing as well... remember!” Wait, I have to tell him...? Oh well, Nighforden was never a friend anyways... much too proud! Serves him right! Thought Hadrien. That was only one of the millions of thoughts racing through his mind.
“Right away, my lord! Thank you, my lord!” Hadrien flew up into the air with a content hoot, happy and eager, and he began to sing his favorite song, which, until then, had never been applicable.
Victorious was the hard-working Senior,
No longer messenger for the land!
No longer roving this world to yonder,
Sporadic, from wing to hand, wing to hand.
2.
Orla Stark looked out into the night sky. There was just a small gap in between the curtains, only enough to see one star and a sliver of the full moon, but she was afraid to get out of bed to open them; she knew what getting caught would mean. S
-Teenage orphan Orla is summoned to some magical owl-world called Sophaviloc somehow, or led to it. O and btw she has always had this weird connection with owls/night/etc.
-She finds it, throws it away and it returns. When throwing it away agrily, she meets a street kid named Gib, who has had the same thing happen.
-They decide to find Sophaviloc together. They are "Owl Siblings"
-they find out it is under rule by the evil dictator Vladimir James, who is a massive owl.
What should happen next to continue and wrap up the story? Here is the first part:
1.
A snowy-white owl fluttered down from the dark sky and landed neatly on the very edge of the Cliff. The Cliff was bare except for the dark, neatly trimmed grass, and the trees a few feet from the edge were thick, dark, and profuse. The owl was perched on the same spot, and behind him was nothing but a straight-down cliff wall that plummeted down into darkness. He knew not what lay below, if anything; it seemed to go on forever. Looking up into the sky with his honey-colored eyes, he seemed frightened and waiting. The velvet blackness above him was dotted with tiny silvery stars that were there indefinitely, but didn’t seem to shine. The owl, Hadrien was his name, was perfectly still, just like his surroundings. Not a sound could be heard- no crickets, no wind, no crashing of the waves that other owls had guessed might be below the Cliff. It would seem eerie to anybody else, but Hadrien, like most other Seniors, was used to the quiet stillness.
A sudden crack from the sky startled him. It sounded like thunder, but Hadrien knew what it really was. An enormous owl that was at least five feet tall with a wingspan twice its height swooped down, beating the great wings, and landed in front of Hadrien with a thump, making the Cliff shake just enough for Hadrien to notice.
“This had better be important, Grey Wing,” he boomed. Hadrien could almost smell the greasy-looking, jet-black feathers of Vladimir James, inches from his face. He towered above the small grey owl; three of Hadrien wouldn’t be as tall as him.
“Yes, my lord, my apologies, my sincerest apologies.” The tiny bird stammered. “I have the list of the new owlets to summon. All checked and approved by the Council, my lord.”
“IS THAT ALL?” shrieked the massive owl. “I WAS AWOKEN FOR THIS?”
“Y-you s-s-s-aid to t-tell you right away, s-sire,” stammered the poor Hadrien through his clenched beak as he plucked a piece of parchment out from his leather satchel, which was tied to his left claw. The giant paused, thinking.
“Very well. I shall make the final changes with Nighforden. It is his duty, after all, since he will be the one double-checking in the B World,” James said, with an expression on his feathery face that resembled a sly grin.
“Sire! You don’t mean-”
“You are now my head advisor. Do not make light of the situation or take advantage of it, Advisor. He is now demoted to Grey Wing and you shall take his place. Remember, though: I am High Ruler, always shall, you shan’t be any closer to my position than before. I am equally towering over even the most pathetic of the owlets you let slip between my eyes...” Hadrien looked down, embarrassed at his employer’s remembrance of a long ago accident, but overjoyed at his new position.
Head advisor! No longer would he be one of the three officially-appointed messengers, “Gray Wings”, traveling back to B World and forth to the A World, fetching post for the Council and occasionally James himself; he would be speaking to the High Ruler every day, helping to rule the land...
“WHAT IS YOUR NAME, ADVISOR?” he bellowed.
“Hadrien, sire!” he said back, clearly and loudly.
“Hadrien! Return to the Tree, and move your possessions to the advisors’ quarters! Be sure to inform Nighforden of his demotion to Grey Wing as well... remember!” Wait, I have to tell him...? Oh well, Nighforden was never a friend anyways... much too proud! Serves him right! Thought Hadrien. That was only one of the millions of thoughts racing through his mind.
“Right away, my lord! Thank you, my lord!” Hadrien flew up into the air with a content hoot, happy and eager, and he began to sing his favorite song, which, until then, had never been applicable.
Victorious was the hard-working Senior,
No longer messenger for the land!
No longer roving this world to yonder,
Sporadic, from wing to hand, wing to hand.
2.
Orla Stark looked out into the night sky. There was just a small gap in between the curtains, only enough to see one star and a sliver of the full moon, but she was afraid to get out of bed to open them; she knew what getting caught would mean. S