Tucked away in the hollow of an ancient oak tree, the owl slept peacefully with it's head tucked under one wing.  It appeared to be a very normal owl, it's feathers a silvery gray.  Scattered about it's small den were a few scattered tiny bones, remnants of it's meals, along with an assortment of twigs and leaves.  Interspersed throughout these, however, were a few little items that stood out as being very atypical for an owl nest.  A shard from a broken mirror, large enough for the owl to view itself whenever it wished.  A few brightly colored beads with intricate carvings.  Even one or two faceted gems.<br/><br/>The silver owl stirred a bit as it heard the noise of someone passing nearby.  Lifting it's head, it opened it's wide eyes, which were an unearthly deep blue.  Clicking it's beak a little, it shuffled to peer out of it's nest, wondering what had awakened it from it's slumber.