The first one to move is the golden chick, now significantly larger, and with a new green tint to its golden feathers. It quickly preceded to cut the web around the moths and pulling them into three separate piles. Soon its siblings wake up, surprised by their sibling’s sudden change in coloration. They then look at the three piles and each move next to one. They spend the next three days living off the moths.

               “Well, my little chicks, a week’s up, I’ll wait up here for an hour if you don’t show up by then I’ll assume you dead and leave.” A familiar voice resounds through the cave.

               All three chicks quickly fly out of the cave towards the giant golden owl flying above the mountain. 

               “Oh, it seems all three of you have survived, how interesting, and you my first have managed to gain an interesting trait haven’t you. Well it’s of no importance at the moment, but follow me we’re going to meet your father.” The larger owl says.

               With that they start flying and after several hours they are flying over a verdant forest, one that seems to stretch out in all directions eternally. Soon enough they’re fling towards a tree that’s much larger than the rest reaching above the tree line. They land on a branch about halfway up the tree, they go past several empty nests, moving closer the center of the tree. Where the branch separates from the tree is a much larger nest made with several pieces of colored metal. In the nest is a large was a significantly larger owl with pure white feathers.

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               “It’s good to see you again my dear, how have our chicks fared during their trials.” The owl in the nest says, its voice ringing with tranquility.

               “Quite well it would seem, all three survived and, our first born seems to have gained an extra elemental affinity from somewhere.” The large golden owl says.

               “Really quite interesting, but let us talk about that later, now let’s get to naming them.” The Owl in the nest says.

               “Well then, you” it says pointing to the black chick “your name shall be Umbra. You” now pointing at the one with the white feathers “shall be known as Lumen”

               “Now you your name will be...”