So I’ve had this thought in my head. Between the inspiration of reading The Girl in the Steel Corset and watching a local wildlife ranch rescue an owl, I thought why not try my hand at steampunk? So here is the first of a story about Kaleida (like saying kaleidoscope) and her Owl.


She lifted the poor soul off the table. If you were to see him from the other side, you wouldn’t be able to see anything physically wrong except he wasn’t perching. She had to tranquilize him to keep him from injuring himself and causing further damage to the broken exposed wing attached to his feathered body.

“It’s now or never little buddy.”

Slowly she placed him under the bright workspace. Once her goggles were on, her confidence grew. This had to work. She worked as fast as she could, extracting the broken and splintered bones from his naked wing. Minutes, turned into hours and she thought that she would never remove all the bits until finally she did. She threw the last bit in the bowl and grabbed the aluminum prosthetic that would replace his bone.

“Now this will be tricky.”

Runes were etched all throughout the hollow metal bones. Heal, flight, transform, bend, and many other words glistened in the ancient text. She had added what she thought was needed with great care and love. She didn’t know what she would do without this creature. He was everything to her. He provided for her bringing her small game and protected her, warning her of approaching danger. She would miss him terribly if he died.

She wiped her brow and ran her palms over her jeans. As she laid the metal in the opening of his wing, she also added an elixir. It would provide lubrication for the first couple of weeks until it would transform the wing into a piece of the strongest organic material on earth. The elixir also had magical properties to it that would empower the runes to work effectively. She made it herself from her own personal apothecary.

Stitches were added along with a fine dusting of magically blended powder. She couldn’t wrap the naked wing. Her hope was that his feathers would grow back with great speed. She had witnessed the same effects on her horse after stitching up a cut. The hair grew back within seconds of dusting the area leaving only a small shimmering line. It looked more like an accent than a scar. This wound was a couple of days older though and while she had seen the operations of new limbs on humans, she had never heard it being tried on an owl. She looked through the radioactive lenses to see his wing’s bone matched perfectly on both sides. Now it was just time to see if it would work.

“It will work.”

Thanks for reading,