Hello! Today's flash fiction is about this special fellow. I love owls. I hope you enjoy!
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The Owl King
Flash fiction
He was wise for a reason.
He guarded his kingdom with a fierceness that no other challenged.
There were a few that
tried but they never succeeded.
There was something about
the owl king that was special. Some figured he possessed a magic.
One day the owl king had
a visitor. She was from the far north. She was part bird and part fey.
The owl king eyed her
with a careful gaze.
Her bird eyes were the
color of moss that clung to the trees of the forest. Her long claws clung to
the rock that they sat on.
“We should rule together
my friend. It would be glorious do you not think?” Her large green eyes
shimmered as she waited for a response.
The owl king gave her no
response. She didn’t waver.
She smiled showing sharp
teeth. She looked up at the trees for a moment and then returned her gaze to the
owl king.
“I can give you magic
that you don’t have my king. Would you like that?"
The owl king never
wavered. A little chuckle came from within her. “I can play games too. Would
you like to fly with me?”
The owl king sighed. “I do
not wish to fly with you my dear. I
sense that you are seeking something for your own gain. Is that not right?”
She looked away but only
for a mere second. Then her moss green eyes went wide like saucers. “You will
not deny me for what I have come for. It’s been a long journey.”
“Oh I know and I’m sure
you are tired and hungry. Let me feed you and let you rest.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You
would do that for me?”
“Of course I would. You
are a part of my kingdom.”
Her feathers ruffled
slightly. “I am not a part of your kingdom."
The king rose into the
air and flapped his wings. The breeze from his wings almost knocked her over.
She snarled and as she was about to strike back she froze and started to
transform.
The owl king now roosts
on a tree that overlooks the north.
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