The taste of the night air was thick and moist. Kronus sat perched high on the side of the cliff, looking deep into the darkness of the night. This was his world, filled with the soothing sounds of the twilight. The night creature sang and played. He could hear it all, sweet and beautiful. This was the time he most enjoyed for soon it would all be in a frenzy. But now it was time to move.

He opened his mouth for a yawn. Then he leaped into the air and spread his mighty wings and took to the night sky. The wind flowed over his powerful body, as he called to his children to take to the sky. It was time to feed. The night fell silent as the creatures ran to hide. Fear gripped them as they all knew it was the time they all feared. Kronus looked on as his children took to the sky calling back to him with their love for their king.

The mighty king caught sight of his prey; it was a raccoon. Kronus circled above. His wings moved without noise, as he waited for the right time to strike. Just then he pulled his wings in tight to his body and plunged into a fast dive. When he was almost on top of his prey he opened his wings wide and thrust out his talons and they bit deep into the raccoon. The unsuspecting animal let out a sharpen shriek that cut through all the surrounding creatures as they all froze with terror. The king dug his talons deep into the neck of his prey, until the animal stopped moving. Then he began to feed, his stomach was full, after he ate half of the animal. He gripped the remains and leaped into the air. He would bring the rest back to his queen.

He flew into the night sky back to the forest. As he was flying he came to a large nest high atop the oldest tree. The head of a great horned owl looked out at him. He circled the nest then he landed and laid the remains before his queen. Jena loved the owl king deeply, for he always brought food for her each night.

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