In the dead of the night...

...in a distant land before owls were yet known, an owl diligently keeps watch over the city's public library. Hidden among the books are prized, ancient texts that lay undiscovered for some reason. The reason for their poorly thought out placement, unknown.

Ambitious bandits would wager on who would be the first to lay their hands on one. They'd run their mouths bluffing, unaware of how difficult a task it would be.

Those who managed to sneak in without setting off the traps may have come close, but none have successfully laid their hands on these texts. For the moment they reach out to grab one, a heavy weight would paralyze their shoulder. And when they turn to their side, it is all they see.

Whoo are you?

When they scream in fear, it shushes angrily.

Shhhh!

They flee for their lives.

Though fortunate to escape, the memory of it from the night before remains traumatically etched into their vision. They tell their friends and warn them of the ghastly figure. Yet when urged to disclose what it was, the victims shake their heads. They don't know.

The leader of the ruffians decides to risk the safety of his men no further. He calls upon a meeting, gathering his friends around the desk of writing within their marble-floored, parquetted-ceiling room of strategy. The men look to their friends, full of worry, as their captain dips his quill into ink and carefully runs it along the parchment. When he lifts his hand and leans back, the men slowly arch forward to take sight of it. Two circles and an acute angle.

Their faces contort into expressions of disgust and horror—the combination of primitive symbols seemingly as offensive to them as the most vile of things in existence—until one of the men feels a heavy weight on his shoulders. He unwillingly turns to his right, meeting eye-to-supposed-eye with the presence they all feared most.

...

Once upon a time, in a distant land where owls were not yet known, there was a mythical thing that protected the public library from thieves.

Its name was never spoken, for no one knew of it. In writing, however, it was documented. It, the legends claim, was known as ovo.

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