-About a Boy-

It was a dark and stormy night. The weather had finally got it right.

Though the owl was none too pleased about it. There are few things more frustrating, for an owl, than attempting to fly over England through the rain at night. (Except for particularly agile mice, and ingrown pinfeathers.)

However, the owl persevered, because she had a message to deliver. Her destination had finally appeared, a pinpoint of light against the darkness of the ground below. Something, not instinct, but something else entirely deeper, told the owl that this house was where she was to go. This house, in Lower Tadfield, where an eleven year old boy lay on his bed, flipping through a comic book, unaware that his life was about to change.

Again.