With the peace restored, it was time for celebration, and recognition that our small band of owls, whose fate and a storm had blown into the Tree, now stood before its king and queen as young Guardians. Ready finally, with all their hearts, to take that ancient oath: To mend those who are broken, to make strong the weak, and without hesitation, vanquish the evil. For as we know, Nyra escaped. And Kludd? Well, Kludd was never found. Should I stop?
What? Please, don't stop!
I don't wanna give anyone daymares.
Aw, come on. There must be more! There must be!
[last line of the film; chuckles]
Listen to them, Soren. They want more stories. [he surprises the owlets] Well, come on, you lot. Let's not disappoint them. [he steps outside feeling the wind] Ah. There's a good storm brewing. And if we're lucky, it'll be chock full of baggywrinkles.
