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Title: Uncle Soren: A Pledge Renewed
Characters: Coryn, Soren, mentions of Ezylryb
Fandom: Guardians of Ga'Hoole
Rating: G
Summary: Seeing his uncle so sad right now, Coryn felt he needed to make things right.
A/N: Set near the end of The Exile.
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"Uncle Soren?"
Soren barely reacted to him as he stared blankly over the ancient book on the desk; while Coryn approached him, entering the private library of what used to be Ezylryb's. Coryn often noticed it, whenever his Uncle was really distraught—as in really really distraught—he would often return to this private library, sometimes to read or just to think privately by himself; in order to ponder over the things that have troubled him. He had always known that his uncle never stopped missing Ezylryb, that during times he was feeling sad he would come to this hollow to be by himself. To think that something had caused his uncle to grief so much... enough to make him miss his late mentor and foster father even more dreadfully.
Coryn felt his gizzard clenched. Right now, his uncle was very much distraught, he supposed—not just because of Otulissa's injuries—but because of him. Even though his uncle seemed to have already forgiven him, he felt that the matter still troubled his uncle. Coryn flew nearer towards the desk as he tried to call his uncle's attention towards him.
"Uncle Soren?" he asked again as finally Soren looked up towards him. "I'm sorry, I felt I've disappointed you too much."
Soren blinked at him before shaking his head. "No Coryn, haven't I told you that I already accepted your apology? You do not need to feel guilty still, it's not entirely your fault. As it wasn't entirely Bell's... or anybody's fault."
"But still it troubled you, isn't it? This matter with the Striga."
Soren shrugged. "That I do. Because I felt, if I haven't insisted to take him back to the tree—even if that's only because of my gratitude for him saving Bell; if I have heeded the H'ryth's warning about the dangers of allowing Striga—Orlando—a dragon owl be amongst us, things would not have gone this far. I felt as if I've failed Boron and Barran, as well as Ezylryb; I had always sensed something wrong about that blue owl, yet—"
"No, uncle... don't say that. It's not entirely your fault either, it was my mistake of allowing myself to dwell too much about my mother and my past, that I allowed a weakness in me that the Striga had manipulated. Please Uncle, don't take the full burden onto yourself!"
Soren sighed as he turned his glance towards the stacks of books at the corner of the desk. Coryn held his breath as his uncle suddenly looked much older than he was.
"You know... there had only been several instances where I've gone yeep. The first time was during the time the Band and I, Otulissa, Martin and Ruby—during which, later we were called the Chaw of Chaws—went out to save Ezylryb from the Pure Ones. Another was during the time Gylfie had been kidnapped by the kraals. And most recently, because of this incident with the Striga. During those times, I couldn't have possibly imagined how much fear had I felt, of my own helplessness." Soren glanced warily towards Coryn, "But I guess that couldn't be helped, considering the cause of those yeeps were related to an owl's emotion or state of mind. You can't help feeling that way if something happened to your closest kin, or dearest mate or friend. Lyze himself fell yeep after seeing his mate, Lil die."
Coryn cocked his head towards Soren, wondering of the reason his uncle started this topic. Though somehow, he felt that he would dread the words that would come next.
"Because you see Coryn, what had caused me to go yeep during that time when we had went to save Ezylryb; was that I've found out that Kludd was Metal Beak. And a few nights ago, hearing that you had approved of the Striga's action—no, ordered it—caused me to go yeep again. It hurts so much, to think I haven't been able to become the best role model to you—that you'd do something as shocking as allowing the Striga to do those unspeakable things, I—" Coryn wilfed, his uncle had looked so sad and the one to cause that sadness was him. He stepped closer to his uncle and burrowed his face under Soren's port wing in order to calm his uncle.
"I'm sorry, uncle. I'm sorry that I've failed you... that I've made you worry about me—for far too much! And I'm sorry for easily believing the Striga's lies about you not caring and excluding me from your life."
Coryn felt a teardrop fell onto the tip of his beak as he looked up to his uncle. "This was my fault, I will make everything right again," Soren looked down towards Coryn as he continued. "It was my own folly that I have made myself so vulnerable. You have been the finest role model I could ever have, yet I have disappoint and caused you a lot of sadness. I promise you I will make amend, I promise I will make you proud."
Soren smiled weakly before clicking his own beak onto Coryn's. "I'm sure you will. And my lad, you've already made me proud."
xxx
Both of them were about to leave the hollow as Pelli lighted down before them. "Oh you're here, I was looking for you,"
"What was it, dear?"
"Matron asked for you. It seemed she and Fleemus have something to discuss with you. It's about Otulissa,"
Soren nodded. "Very well," he said before turning towards Coryn. "See you later."
Pelli watched her mate fly before turning to Coryn.
"I supposed both of you had properly talked it out." Coryn gave her a look of surprise as Pelli churred. "I always knew how much your uncle worries about you, my dear. He always tend to work himself too much."
Coryn blinked before lowering his head in a bowing gesture. "I'm really sorry, Aunt Pelli. I've been making Uncle Soren worry all these time, and he still have to care for the three B's—"
"Nonsense. You are as much a son to us, even if I am not the one who brought you into this world,"
Coryn smiled. "Aunt Pelli, I have made a decision. I will not continue to dwell into the past. I will not give Uncle any more reason to worry about me. I will become a good king that Uncle Soren would be proud of. I will not let my past defeat me."
Pelli glanced at him fondly. "I believe you can do it, you are a noble owl just like your uncle. You'd do fine."
A gentle warmth washed over him as Coryn followed his aunt back towards the Great Hollow. Yes, he have made his mind now. Despite the things he had achieved in the past—stopping Nyra's plan of creating vyrwolves and allying the Pure Ones with them, finding the existence of the Jouzhen Kingdom, defeating Striga and his Blue Brigade—he was still far than truly being a good leader to the owls of the Great Tree. He had owed it much to his uncle, the Band, Otulissa and the wolves of the Beyonds, who—despite how he had continued to obsess about his mother's existence—had supported him all this times. His uncle especially had born the most burden, to which he felt he needed to do something in return. To this extraordinary owl who have tried his best in guiding him to become a great leader, he needed to do this.
"I still have much to learn."
It did seem as if only yesterday he had arrived on this tree for the first time. Indeed he still have much to learn—these few moon cycles proved him much. He shall not let his elders', especially Soren's; efforts go to waste. He would be a wise and noble king, worthy of the successor of Hoole; worthy of being called the nephew of the noble guardian, Soren, second son of Noctus and Marella, ward of Lyze of Kiel.
To this noble Guardian among Guardians, Coryn pledged.
Characters: Coryn, Soren, mentions of Ezylryb
Fandom: Guardians of Ga'Hoole
Rating: G
Summary: Seeing his uncle so sad right now, Coryn felt he needed to make things right.
A/N: Set near the end of The Exile.
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"Uncle Soren?"
Soren barely reacted to him as he stared blankly over the ancient book on the desk; while Coryn approached him, entering the private library of what used to be Ezylryb's. Coryn often noticed it, whenever his Uncle was really distraught—as in really really distraught—he would often return to this private library, sometimes to read or just to think privately by himself; in order to ponder over the things that have troubled him. He had always known that his uncle never stopped missing Ezylryb, that during times he was feeling sad he would come to this hollow to be by himself. To think that something had caused his uncle to grief so much... enough to make him miss his late mentor and foster father even more dreadfully.
Coryn felt his gizzard clenched. Right now, his uncle was very much distraught, he supposed—not just because of Otulissa's injuries—but because of him. Even though his uncle seemed to have already forgiven him, he felt that the matter still troubled his uncle. Coryn flew nearer towards the desk as he tried to call his uncle's attention towards him.
"Uncle Soren?" he asked again as finally Soren looked up towards him. "I'm sorry, I felt I've disappointed you too much."
Soren blinked at him before shaking his head. "No Coryn, haven't I told you that I already accepted your apology? You do not need to feel guilty still, it's not entirely your fault. As it wasn't entirely Bell's... or anybody's fault."
"But still it troubled you, isn't it? This matter with the Striga."
Soren shrugged. "That I do. Because I felt, if I haven't insisted to take him back to the tree—even if that's only because of my gratitude for him saving Bell; if I have heeded the H'ryth's warning about the dangers of allowing Striga—Orlando—a dragon owl be amongst us, things would not have gone this far. I felt as if I've failed Boron and Barran, as well as Ezylryb; I had always sensed something wrong about that blue owl, yet—"
"No, uncle... don't say that. It's not entirely your fault either, it was my mistake of allowing myself to dwell too much about my mother and my past, that I allowed a weakness in me that the Striga had manipulated. Please Uncle, don't take the full burden onto yourself!"
Soren sighed as he turned his glance towards the stacks of books at the corner of the desk. Coryn held his breath as his uncle suddenly looked much older than he was.
"You know... there had only been several instances where I've gone yeep. The first time was during the time the Band and I, Otulissa, Martin and Ruby—during which, later we were called the Chaw of Chaws—went out to save Ezylryb from the Pure Ones. Another was during the time Gylfie had been kidnapped by the kraals. And most recently, because of this incident with the Striga. During those times, I couldn't have possibly imagined how much fear had I felt, of my own helplessness." Soren glanced warily towards Coryn, "But I guess that couldn't be helped, considering the cause of those yeeps were related to an owl's emotion or state of mind. You can't help feeling that way if something happened to your closest kin, or dearest mate or friend. Lyze himself fell yeep after seeing his mate, Lil die."
Coryn cocked his head towards Soren, wondering of the reason his uncle started this topic. Though somehow, he felt that he would dread the words that would come next.
"Because you see Coryn, what had caused me to go yeep during that time when we had went to save Ezylryb; was that I've found out that Kludd was Metal Beak. And a few nights ago, hearing that you had approved of the Striga's action—no, ordered it—caused me to go yeep again. It hurts so much, to think I haven't been able to become the best role model to you—that you'd do something as shocking as allowing the Striga to do those unspeakable things, I—" Coryn wilfed, his uncle had looked so sad and the one to cause that sadness was him. He stepped closer to his uncle and burrowed his face under Soren's port wing in order to calm his uncle.
"I'm sorry, uncle. I'm sorry that I've failed you... that I've made you worry about me—for far too much! And I'm sorry for easily believing the Striga's lies about you not caring and excluding me from your life."
Coryn felt a teardrop fell onto the tip of his beak as he looked up to his uncle. "This was my fault, I will make everything right again," Soren looked down towards Coryn as he continued. "It was my own folly that I have made myself so vulnerable. You have been the finest role model I could ever have, yet I have disappoint and caused you a lot of sadness. I promise you I will make amend, I promise I will make you proud."
Soren smiled weakly before clicking his own beak onto Coryn's. "I'm sure you will. And my lad, you've already made me proud."
xxx
Both of them were about to leave the hollow as Pelli lighted down before them. "Oh you're here, I was looking for you,"
"What was it, dear?"
"Matron asked for you. It seemed she and Fleemus have something to discuss with you. It's about Otulissa,"
Soren nodded. "Very well," he said before turning towards Coryn. "See you later."
Pelli watched her mate fly before turning to Coryn.
"I supposed both of you had properly talked it out." Coryn gave her a look of surprise as Pelli churred. "I always knew how much your uncle worries about you, my dear. He always tend to work himself too much."
Coryn blinked before lowering his head in a bowing gesture. "I'm really sorry, Aunt Pelli. I've been making Uncle Soren worry all these time, and he still have to care for the three B's—"
"Nonsense. You are as much a son to us, even if I am not the one who brought you into this world,"
Coryn smiled. "Aunt Pelli, I have made a decision. I will not continue to dwell into the past. I will not give Uncle any more reason to worry about me. I will become a good king that Uncle Soren would be proud of. I will not let my past defeat me."
Pelli glanced at him fondly. "I believe you can do it, you are a noble owl just like your uncle. You'd do fine."
A gentle warmth washed over him as Coryn followed his aunt back towards the Great Hollow. Yes, he have made his mind now. Despite the things he had achieved in the past—stopping Nyra's plan of creating vyrwolves and allying the Pure Ones with them, finding the existence of the Jouzhen Kingdom, defeating Striga and his Blue Brigade—he was still far than truly being a good leader to the owls of the Great Tree. He had owed it much to his uncle, the Band, Otulissa and the wolves of the Beyonds, who—despite how he had continued to obsess about his mother's existence—had supported him all this times. His uncle especially had born the most burden, to which he felt he needed to do something in return. To this extraordinary owl who have tried his best in guiding him to become a great leader, he needed to do this.
"I still have much to learn."
It did seem as if only yesterday he had arrived on this tree for the first time. Indeed he still have much to learn—these few moon cycles proved him much. He shall not let his elders', especially Soren's; efforts go to waste. He would be a wise and noble king, worthy of the successor of Hoole; worthy of being called the nephew of the noble guardian, Soren, second son of Noctus and Marella, ward of Lyze of Kiel.
To this noble Guardian among Guardians, Coryn pledged.
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