Becoming a Messenger is typically reserved for owls in the lineage of the first to serve in that role. But there are exceptions, as was the case for William. Even before this, he was no stranger to the supernatural, having attracted the attention of a fae with his music - and, somehow, the two had quickly become inseparable.
Of course, being friends with a fae is no easy feat. She was eager to show William all the wonder that the world had to offer, all the magic he’d never seen before - often forgetting, in the process, that he wasn’t as indestructible as her. There were more than a few run-ins with creatures who wanted to harm him, or claim his soul, or kidnap him for their own. Usually, however, he managed to emerge unscathed, with the fae swearing off whatever species they had just encountered, complaining about their rudeness and seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was the one who had led William into danger into the first place. But as exhausting - and sometimes terrifying - as this was, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Which is how he found himself at a gathering of supernatural creatures, a relatively bland evening compared to some of their adventures… until he found himself whisked away while his fae friend was arguing with someone about the superiority of goats. By the time she tracked him down, he’d been bitten by the creatures that had taken him, and now lay unconscious - he would either die, or to turn into something no longer himself, and the fae could do nothing about it.
Fortunately, amidst the chaos that his life had become, the fae had also insisted he learn animal languages - and, after discovering he had a fondness for owls, she decided he should start there, even finding a barred owl, Obren, to be his companion to help him learn. And, as fate would have it, this owl was a Messenger. As soon as the fae told him the situation, Obren acted quickly, first appealing to the spirit of the air and things that fly - the one who directs all Messengers in where they should go - and then walking into William’s dream, explaining to him the offer: If he was willing to join the ranks of the Messengers, to deliver messages across the realms, it would save him.
William agreed immediately, trusting his feathered companion. In the real world, Obren bit him, acting on his behalf to activate a blood pact with the spirit of the air - one that’s already stamped into those born of that lineage, but which has to be offered and sealed for those who willfully make the choice. Immediately, the wind seemed to enter him, filling his bones and restoring him. When he awoke after a long, deep sleep, he breathed a sigh of relief that the danger was past, that he was still alive and himself. Which was correct, but not the whole story. For he was indeed himself, but he was also something more: A creature of the air.
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Long ago, Athena, the goddess of wisdom and warfare, had an emissary - a loyal human priestess who would deliver messages and go on diplomatic missions on her behalf. All went well, until the creatures of the sea - sirens and undines and all manner of enchanting beings - worked together to glamour the emissary, though tellings differ between whether it was their own idea, Poseidon’s, or another god or goddess who wanted to cause trouble.
Blinded by the charms and powers of these creatures, the emissary delivered whatever rumors and untruths they asked her to, very nearly leading to a war amongst the gods before Athena saw what was happening and intervened. After setting things right, she turned her attention to her emissary; as both a punishment and a gift, she transformed the priestess into an owl, an animal she already prized for its wisdom and its ability to see through appearances to the truth of things. In this form, her emissary would never be led astray again.
But Athena was hasty in her actions, for there are gods older than the ones that the Greeks revered, and animals don’t serve the same deities that humans do; Athena may have had an affinity towards owls, but they were under the domain of another - not a god to be worshipped, but an entity that simply existed throughout time, keeping watch over the creatures of the air, guiding them through the hours and the seasons, making sure their course stayed true. The priestess struggled to continue in her duty to Athena, but, slowly but surely, she began to fall into the rhythm of nature that other birds were already a part of, until, at last, she didn’t appear before Athena at all.
Not sure what had brought about such a change in one who had previously been so loyal, the goddess set out to find her priestess, but an unnatural wind set her back at every turn. Still, she persisted, until the breeze itself seemed to whisper in her ear, “Why do you search so desperately for that which is no longer yours?”
“She is mine,” Athena stated, undaunted. “She has sworn to carry out her role as an emissary until I release her from service.”
The wind stilled for a moment, then stirred gently. “Very well,” the whisper replied, though Athena still didn’t know the source; perhaps it was simply her mind playing tricks on her. “She will be an emissary, as she promised. But to all creatures, and across all realms, for your hold would be too stifling for her now.”
Athena tried to argue further, but the wind began to whip violently, drowning out her cries, blocking the way forward. She had no choice but to accept what had happened. But she did not do so without bitterness, and refused to ever release the priestess from her service, always clinging to the hope that she might one day bring her back. As a result, the job was carried not only by the priestess, but by her children, and her children’s children, and so on throughout history, until it became a role widespread among owls. Those not of the lineage, owl or otherwise, could take on the job, as well - as long as they were willing to become children of the air, then they would be welcomed with open arms.
