Aqil Rajan

A Knight of Skye

Upon the Kenning of the twelfth moon of autumn, on Gehenna’s day, all the young horned owls of Skye maketh pilgrimage to the sacred peak known as Ravensmount. They do it in their hundreds. They do it not for food, neither for shelter, nor for mates, nests, or any other thing one might expect to be normal for an owl. Nay, these young wings flap up its sheer and craggy face, facing biting wind and rain for one thing and one thing only, honor. It has been this way since time immemorial, when the twelve Strix first led the owls to Skye and became the protectors of the Vale. It is here that they were gifted the mountain by the ravens, it is here where new knights are made, and it is here where most of them will die. For to become a knight of Skye, one must first be willing to fall, and from this fall only then can they truly rise.