Folk Tale of Owls went like this; Once upon a time there stood a village of owls where people were able to fly and transform. The King of owl had one son named Maleius, who tragically grew up alone as her father and mother died in a curse of witches. Prince Maleius had great wings, bigger than eagle, sharper than hawk. And nonetheless, a great golden eyes which had been dull for seeing everything. Prince Maleius was given everything. The noble status, the wealth, and the looks. Yet he lacked something which was family. Growing up alone in a lonely castle, Maleius had nothing but sorrow, ending the rose threads to tangle him and keep him into eternal sleep until someone comes for him. And his life still under the curse of roses, his spirit will whisper to chosen daughter. In a word nobody else will understand.