The Outcast lands





Fly to the Hatchery, your business done here...

You fly in, a small lighty colored owl cradled in your talons. You glance around as you dive to the ground, dropping the screeching ball of white fluff to the hard, cold, black forest floor. "You aren't worth anything, Light One!", You curse at it as you hover above it's scared, fluffy face...

The Outcast Lands... deadly to little Light Ones born to the Entites... they outcast them here to die.... why...?

A shimmering white owl appears on a dark branch after the dark owl leaves, staring at the helpless ball of fluff, shivering, then stop, it's still, and dead...