Chapter Ten “So what are we going to do?” asks Wisdom. “Your sister is going on a quest,” Councilor Sprite announces with an air of importance, puffing out her chest. “What the cloaca is a quest?” Wisdom snorts. “Touche,” Lina mutters. “A quest is a journey,” Councilor Sprite says, ignoring Wisdom’s language. “Mother Owl always said that if something happened to her, the phoenix would be able to find the treasure. She said you would know.” Wisdom rubs her wings together excitedly. “This is getting cooler and cooler.” “No one said you were going,” Lina snaps. “I’m useful!” Wisdom hisses. “Look what I can do!” The black feather in her face seems to glimmer as she fades into the background. Councilor Thunder seems to consider this. “How can you do it?” “I have a wraith feather, see?” Wisdom tries to pull the feather out of her face, but it stays stuck on like one of her own. “Strange…” Thunder’s eyes are deep in thought. “Theres something about that…it seems familiar somehow. But never mind. You can come.” “The black owl should come, too,” Vole chirps. Lina stares at her. “That way, we can get her off our talons.” Of course. “Lina may come,” Thunder screeches. “But she’s not as expendable as you think, Vole. Lina is a talented fighter. She can keep Ash safe.” “Sure,” Vole rolls her eyes. “This council meeting is over!” Councilor Thunder screeches. The owls begin to leave, flying out by more secret entrances hidden by the green canopy. Everything is happening so fast. Already they’ve assigned me a group for a quest I know nothing about. “Wait!” I blurt, feeling foolish. “What am I supposed to do?” Thunder sighs. “We don’t know. All she said was, “if something happens, tell Ash that her flames will show the way.” Then in a whoosh of wings, he’s gone.
'Cloaca' is a word for part of the reproductive system of a bird BTW.
