enchanted owl

by Bill Tiepelman

The Midnight Council

In the dense, shadowy woods, where moonlight struggled to pierce the canopy, a peculiar gathering took place. Legends whispered among villagers of a council that convened only once in a century—an assembly of three ancient beings bound by a pact forged in realms beyond human comprehension. They were the protectors, the silent guardians of balance, summoned in times of grave peril. Tonight, the Midnight Council had returned. The Cat: Keeper of Secrets On a gnarled branch slick with moss, the black cat stretched lazily, its luminous yellow eyes half-closed. Its sleek, obsidian fur shimmered faintly under the moon’s glow, exuding an aura of untouchable elegance. Known as Nyra, the Keeper of Secrets, the cat bore the knowledge of every whisper, every oath, and every hidden truth uttered beneath the stars. She purred softly, her voice weaving into the night, sending ripples through the fabric of the unseen. “The forest quivers,” Nyra murmured, her words like silk, yet heavy with portent. “Something stirs in the dark, a force unbound.” The Fox: Herald of Change Beside her, perched with a graceful poise, the red fox swished its tail, a streak of fire against the shadow. The fox, named Eryndor, was the Herald of Change—a wanderer between worlds, carrying the whispers of shifting destinies. Its amber eyes burned with fierce intelligence, scanning the horizon as though reading the threads of fate unraveling before it. “Change is neither friend nor foe, Nyra,” Eryndor replied, its voice smooth, tinged with a mischievous undertone. “It simply is. But this... this reeks of chaos untamed.” The Owl: Keeper of the Veil Above them loomed the great horned owl, its piercing gaze fixed on the darkness beyond. Known as Astrava, Keeper of the Veil, the owl was the guardian of the boundary between the mortal plane and the vast unknown. Its feathers bore the markings of ancient runes, faintly glowing, as though etched by hands long forgotten. “It is as I feared,” Astrava said, its voice resonant and ancient, carrying the weight of millennia. “The Veil has thinned. A rift has opened, allowing that which was banished to seep through. If left unchecked, it will consume not only this forest but all life tethered to this realm.” The Rift The trio fell silent, their combined presence an unspoken ritual of power. From the blackness of the woods, a low, guttural growl emerged—a sound so primal, it sent shivers rippling through the earth. Slowly, the darkness took form, a mass of shadows writhing and contorting into grotesque shapes. Eyes—hundreds of them—blazed within the void, filled with hunger and hatred. “The Devourer,” Astrava intoned. “A relic of the old wars. It feasts on fear and despair, growing stronger with every soul consumed.” Nyra arched her back, her fur bristling. “Then we must remind it why it was banished to the abyss.” Her eyes narrowed, glowing like twin suns. “It will not feast here.” The Ritual of Unity The three ancient beings closed their eyes, their energies merging into a radiant sphere of light. Nyra channeled the secrets of the universe, weaving spells with her voice, each word a dagger that pierced the darkness. Eryndor danced along the branch, its movements graceful and hypnotic, summoning the winds of transformation to shred the shadows. Astrava spread its wings wide, a thunderous crack echoing as the air vibrated with ancient power, sealing the Veil once more. The Devourer roared, lashing out with tendrils of inky darkness, but it was no match for the united force of the Midnight Council. With a final, deafening cry, the creature was sucked back into the abyss, its presence erased from the mortal realm. The rift sealed with a brilliant flash, leaving the forest eerily silent. A Silent Departure As dawn approached, the three guardians remained still, their forms illuminated by the first rays of sunlight breaking through the canopy. Nyra leapt down, her movements fluid, and padded silently into the underbrush. Eryndor turned, its tail brushing the air like a streak of fire, before vanishing into the forest. Astrava took to the skies, its massive wings cutting through the morning mist. And so, the Midnight Council dissolved once more, their pact fulfilled. The forest returned to its slumber, unaware of the ancient forces that had fought to preserve its sanctity. But in the hearts of those who dared venture too deep, an unshakable feeling lingered—of eyes watching, of power unseen, and of a silence that spoke volumes. 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by Bill Tiepelman

The Enchanted Owlfly

In the forgotten corner of a forest where the mushrooms grew weird, the animals cursed freely, and the trees groaned about their root pain, there lived a strange little creature known as the Owlfly. To be fair, he looked like a regular owl—well, except for the fact that he had enormous butterfly wings instead of the usual feathery ears. And as anyone who met him would say, he was a bit… eccentric. The Owlfly, or Ollie as he preferred to be called, was famous (or infamous, depending on who you asked) for two things: his enormous, ridiculously adorable eyes and his mouth, which was anything but adorable. In fact, it was downright foul. Ollie could curse like a sailor, and he knew it. This wasn’t just a creature of whimsy; this was a tiny menace with wings, big eyes, and an arsenal of insults sharp enough to fell a tree. One fine (or mediocre, as Ollie would say) morning, he perched himself on his favorite branch, fluffing up his delicate butterfly-winged ears. "Bloody hell," he muttered as he glanced around, squinting in disgust at the nearby forest critters who were doing their usual nonsense. Squirrels, as far as he was concerned, were nature’s most annoying little bastards. Ollie and the Squirrelly Scuffle Sure enough, a squirrel came bouncing up the tree, chittering at him as if it owned the place. Ollie fixed it with a glare, his big eyes narrowing. "Oh, for crying out loud, can’t you fluff-tailed nut-chompers find another tree to infest? This branch is reserved for the enchantingly foul-mouthed, which I believe is just me." The squirrel, oblivious to Ollie’s surly attitude, skittered closer, clutching an acorn like it was a precious gem. "Bugger off!" Ollie squawked, his wings flaring out in a colorful display. "Do I look like I give two hoots about your precious acorn collection? Go bury that thing somewhere else before I use it as target practice." The squirrel blinked at him, apparently unfazed, then gave an almost mocking twitch of its tail before scampering off, leaving Ollie muttering curses under his breath. "Blasted rodents… they think they own the bloody forest. They don’t pay rent; they don’t even have the courtesy to bring snacks." As Ollie grumbled to himself, a curious blue butterfly landed beside him, blinking its large eyes at him. "Ah, great. Just what I need—a winged insect with no sense of personal space," Ollie mumbled, but the butterfly just fluttered its wings and stared at him. The Bewildering Butterfly The butterfly seemed to be trying to tell him something, but all Ollie could see were its antennae waggling like it was auditioning for a disco show. "Look, pal, I don’t speak butterfly," Ollie said, flicking his own winged ears dismissively. "So unless you’ve got something to say in plain Forest Common, I suggest you flutter along." But the butterfly didn’t move. It kept flapping its delicate wings, doing a sort of odd dance. Ollie squinted, tilting his head. "Oh, for the love of moss and mushrooms—fine, let’s get this over with. What are you on about, bug?" Finally, the butterfly leaned in, as if about to reveal the secrets of the universe, then whispered, "You have a leaf stuck to your butt." Ollie froze, his massive eyes widening. "Excuse me?" He twisted around and, to his horror, realized the butterfly was right—a rogue leaf was clinging to his fluffy posterior, a most undignified accessory. "Oh, you cheeky little winged tattletale!" he hissed, yanking the leaf off and flicking it away. The butterfly snickered, fluttering back. "Careful there, Ollie. Your bark is bigger than your bite." “Says the insect who gets eaten by birds for a living,” Ollie snapped back. “Keep flapping, you blue nuisance, before I forget I’m supposed to be enchanted and start a little butterfly buffet!” A Meeting with the Forest Fairy Just as Ollie settled back down, a flash of light appeared in the nearby bush. “Oh, what now?” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. Out from the foliage came a tiny forest fairy, her wings glittering like broken glass. She looked entirely too cheerful for Ollie’s taste. “Good morning, Ollie!” she chimed, smiling wide. “Good is a relative term,” Ollie replied, his tone as dry as dead leaves. “What are you here for? Let me guess—another one of your forest ‘blessings’? Last time you tried that, I was sneezing glitter for a week.” The fairy chuckled. “Oh, come on! I just wanted to remind you of your purpose. You are the Enchanted Owlfly, after all!” Ollie snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Guardian of the forest, voice of wisdom, yadda yadda. Look, Glimmer, I’m just here to keep idiots like that squirrel from getting too cozy. And maybe to scare off a few humans if they wander too close. I’m not some holy-winged guru here to sing the praises of trees.” “But Ollie,” she cooed, undeterred, “You have the heart of a true guardian!” “Glimmer, I’d sell that ‘true guardian’ heart for a decent nap and a day free of leaf-clingers, squirrels, and chatty fairies,” he replied, flapping his butterfly wings with annoyance. The Owlfly's Wisdom (or Lack Thereof) The fairy sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “Ollie, maybe try being nicer. You might even enjoy yourself for once.” Ollie rolled his eyes so hard they nearly spun out of his head. “Listen, sparkle-wings, if I wanted to enjoy myself, I’d take a nap somewhere quiet—maybe under a rock where the squirrels can’t find me.” But Glimmer just shook her head, clearly unfazed. “You’ll see, Ollie. Someday, you’ll embrace your purpose.” She gave him a final, twinkling smile and fluttered off, leaving him grumbling to himself. “Embrace my purpose, she says. My purpose is to keep this forest from descending into absolute chaos, and that’s a full-time job as it is,” he muttered, puffing himself up in annoyance. A Heart of (Reluctant) Gold Despite his crass exterior and foul-mouthed rants, Ollie did care, just a little, for his odd little patch of forest. Sure, he’d insult the squirrels, curse at the butterflies, and ignore the fairies, but if a predator dared threaten his quirky woodland neighbors, he’d be the first to swoop down with his mighty wings (and even mightier insults) to chase them off. As he settled down for a nap, grumbling about the usual nonsense, he muttered, “Bloody enchanted forest… can’t even get a moment’s peace.” But just before he closed his eyes, he heard a soft chitter from above. Looking up, he saw that pesky squirrel again, holding a tiny pile of acorns next to his branch. “Oh, for… You again?” Ollie groaned. The squirrel pushed the acorns closer, a tentative peace offering. Ollie huffed but grabbed one with a flick of his claw. “Fine, fine. But don’t think this makes us friends, you fuzzy little nut-hoarder.” As he nibbled on the acorn, he sighed. “Maybe this forest isn’t so bad after all.” With that, the enchanted, grumpy, and ever-foul-mouthed Owlfly drifted off to sleep, his butterfly wings fluttering softly in the breeze, his heart reluctantly full.     Bring "The Enchanted Owlfly" into Your Home Add a touch of whimsy, charm, and a bit of crass humor to your space with products featuring "The Enchanted Owlfly." Perfect for those who appreciate nature with a side of sass, these items are designed to bring a smile to your face (or a snarky grin, like Ollie’s). 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