i re-did it becasue the last one was horrible X3 a eggling wihtout a care humor was his weapon he thought life was a game of fun it could not turn bitter or dull he was wrong some tyrants came burned his home murdered his family kidnaped him trained him to be a warrior his comrades abused him treated him like a egg his teachers called him useless the king treated him like a slave they thought he was the weakest a overgrown infant they could not have made a graver mistake on the night of the kings birthday there was a competition the king wanted his son to fight somone to the death they chose the eggling the thouhgt the egging would die the king was sure that he would lose they thought his was so soft the didnt need to worry about the prince the could not have made a greaver mistake the eggling killed the prince with a faital blow to the skull the prince droped not a sound filled the room the egglings talons crushed the princes skull the eggling took the princes helmet and ripped out his biggest talon all then feared him the king would not speak the years have passed the eggling was now a tyrant famous for his skills in battle he demanded valubles in exhange for lives and egglings his talons were scorching fire ice was his soul death was feeling when his name was spoken every night his enemies pray that he would not come he flies through the night the single sight of him made many owls freeze in there tracks every night after a raid he goes to his cave full of luxuries and trophys from battle and he weaps weaps for his family his friends his old home he weaps for the life he lost for the crush he had while training who died from abuse he weaps for those he killed just so he could live without his fellow owls gazeing at him like he was a rusted piece of steel among a pile of gold his name was yew during his inocent days now he is called snake the bone crusher or ice the dragon killer or other fierce names his fellow owls have given him to show respect and become a fovroite the king even. gave up the throne to keep his life the old king was afraid of yews talons that were rumored to spark a fire that can burn down a intire forest when clicked together his gaze that was rumored to kill with a angry glance the death he spread with a single flpa of his wings the diasese he could spread when he spore in a harsh tone these rumors made him strong he now calls himself magma the king of the owls of death. the rulers of the land! but he still weaps and his old eggling self cries for mercy..
