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🦉 The Parliament of Owls and the Lost Prince And this, my dear humans, is an emergency meeting of the Great Parliament of Owls. Beneath the moonlit canopy of the Whispering Woods, where the trees lean in like gossiping old friends and the stars blink with ancient secrets, the owls gathered—each perched upon a gnarled branch of the Elder Tree, their eyes gleaming with wisdom and worry. High Chancellor Nocturnius fluffed his feathers and addressed the assembly. “The world teeters on the edge of unraveling. If Lord Regiant Trumpkin the Dwarf hears you mean to search for the Lost Prince, he’ll have you under lock and key before your boots hit the moss. He fears what the prince’s return might awaken.” A murmur rippled through the branches. The owls knew Trumpkin’s paranoia had grown since the Eclipse War. He’d fortified the Ironwood Citadel, banned all mention of the royal bloodline, and imprisoned those who dared whisper of prophecy. “But look at you,” Nocturnius co...