I have to help Coryn. He is the future of owlkind, of all animalkind. But more than that, he is my friend. My friend? I never thought I would have a friend, with all this loneliness of a seer. But Coryn is my friend, and so I dance, drawing the attention of his enemies.

I do not realize I have made myself a target, until it is too late. The pain is excruciating. But once I hit the ground, I don't feel anything anymore.

Coincidentally, the Great Gray has thrown me beneath a spiderweb. An orb weaver's web...they're the easiest to read. I can see what is going to happen...Coryn must fly with the Greenowls of Ambala. Moss, not flames. I realize I am struggling to hold this image in my mind. The web seems to be dissolving, melting away around me...

Coryn is here. And suddenly, a piece of the web becomes clear. I am seeing Coryn's thoughts...he is thinking about the Ember. About how it would heal me.

No, Coryn. It could, but I would not let you do it. I will be glad for the final peace. Do you know how hard it is to interpret the messages? Even now, as I pass on the last one, I am fading away...

I sigh with relief, as the world dissolves, and the fibers of the web envelop me. I feel myself breaking free of my earthly bonds, and I run into the light.