It was an atmosphere of silence, a perpetual , lasting silence that swept over the two snowy owls as they analyzed their situation with much skepticism . Gracella and Rhiane were doubtful of the outcome, and feared that they would lose their domain to a bloodthirsty and cold tyrant who would incriminate them of a crime they did not commit. The two snowy owls were truthfully the rightful heirs to the domain, but the tyrant for now was in control. He could call their so-called treacherous actions insidious , because he had the right to. Apparently, he thought he did. The two young birds were quite audacious or bold to attempt to organize a campaign to push him out of office.
"Rhiane", Gracella was the first to break out of her thought cloud. She understood that their plans were convoluted or unclear beyond scope. About two to three years ago, they had successfully fended off the fearful criminal organization, The Winter Sun as well as the crazed warlock’s arts of juggernaut and his actions alone caused a whole domain to topple. Meanwhile, High Princess Alyss and her group of friends including Lauxen were fighting a battle of their own, a battle that was sure to last incessantly without interruption or pause. The criminal organizations were not going to give up anytime soon.
"Yes Gracella?" Rhiane had fallen asleep in Gracella’s feathers. "I am listening." The younger snowy owl was almost never inundated by a profusion of stress unlike her mentor who always worried about a multitude of things from the domain to Alyss. On the other hand, Rhiane was unusually beatific or blissful despite the dark times and the fact that Triyuost was about to be overrun. She wanted to eat one of the delicious treats, the saccharine fish topped with much delightful syrup and sweets. Of course, her mentor had told her over and over again that in times of war, one must put aside all aesthetic, or beauty-related things and focus on the tasks at hand. For some reason, Rhiane found this mission to be both boring and useless.
"Child", Gracella’s voice wavered. "I notice that you are not quite fond of our campaign here in Triyuost. However, you are a member of perhaps the most intuitive organization known as the Guardians of the White Flame. The guardians were taught to act by instinct, to fight for what is right. The first guardian was invigorated with the essence of the White Flame. She used this energy to fend off at least a hundred adversaries who came to destroy the Ethereal Stone. Was it the White Flame that gave her the incentive to defeat all her enemies? No, it was her self-confidence and her intuition. Someday, I promise you that we will arise from this campaign victorious and this horrible, oppressive tyrant will pay the penance for his sins. Just be patient."