The sky was dyed deep orange, gradually turning purple, by the time Draven returned to his chamber after finishing his work. He was thinking about what to do in the next day's council meeting, pondering about what decision to make about that human.
Hoot!
With an alarmed cry and the sound of wings flapping, a snowy white owl entered through his open window and circled around him, as if urging Draven to move.
Draven was shocked by the message his pet, Midnight, brought. He raised his arm and the owl landed on his forearm.
"Did she?" he asked with a frown.
The owl nodded with another hoot, and even before he could say more, Draven shrugged him off his arm, causing the owl to land on the window. The King was about ready to use his powers to teleport on his own when—
Thump!
