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⦠soon the walls of the castle ruins rose in the dawn mist â¦
The tail of the comet slashed the dawn and in the red light of the rising sun, for a brief instant, it seemed as if the comet was bleeding across the sky. Every other owl had already tucked into their hollows in the Great GaâHoole Tree for the dayâs sleep. Every owl, that is, except for Soren, who perched on the highest limb of this tallest GaâHoole tree on earth. He scoured the horizon for a sign, any sign of his beloved teacher, Ezylryb.
Ezylryb had disappeared almost two months before. The old Whiskered Screech, indeed the oldest teacher, or ârybâ as they were called, of the great tree had flown out on a mission that late summer night to help rescue owlets from what was now referred to as the Great Downing. Scores of young orphan owlets had mysteriously been found scattered on the ground, some mortally wounded, others stunned and incoherent. None of them had been found anywhere near their nests, but in an open field that for the most part could boast no trees with hollows. It was a complete mystery as to how these young owlets, most of whom could barely fly, had got there. It was as if they had simply dropped out of the night sky. And one of those owlets had been Sorenâs sister Eglantine.
After Soren himself had been shoved from his nest by his brother Kludd nearly a year before, and subsequently captured by the violent and depraved owls of St Aggieâs, he had lost all hope of ever seeing his sister or his parents again. Even after he had escaped from St Aggieâs with his best friend Gylfie, a little Elf Owl who had also been captured, he had still not dared to really hope. But then Eglantine had been found by two other dear friends: Twilight the Great Grey and Digger the Burrowing Owl, both of whom had flown out with others on the night of the Great Downing on countless search-and-rescue missions. And Ezylryb, who rarely left the tree except for his responsibilities as leader of the weather interpretation and the colliering chaws, had flown out in an attempt to unravel the strange occurrences of that night. But he had never returned.
It seemed grossly unfair to Soren that once he had finally got his sister back, his favourite ryb had vanished. Maybe that was a selfish way to think but he couldnât help it. Soren felt that most of what he knew he had learned from the gruff old Whiskered Screech Owl. Ezylryb was not what anyone would call pretty to look at, with one eye held in a perpetual squint, his left foot mangled to the point of missing one talon and a low voice that sounded like something between a growl and distant thunder â no, Ezylryb wasnât exactly appealing.
âAn acquired taste,â Gylfie had said. Well, Soren had certainly acquired the taste.
As a member of both the weather interpretation and the colliering chaws, which flew into forest fires to gather coals for the forge of Bubo the blacksmith, Soren had learned his abilities directly from the master. And though Ezylryb was a stern master, often grouchy and suffering no nonsense, he was, of all the rybs, the most fiercely devoted to his students and his chaw members.