Helena got into the Olwery and looked around at the hooting owls. They're so beautiful, she thought, looking at a couple of snowy owls. But she was looking for her own. There he is, she thought, looking at a baby eagle owl as her eyes met its tiny ones. The owl quickly flew across the Olwery and landed on her arm. "'The owl'? You surely need a name," she said, trying to find one. "Hades. What do you think?"

She looked at the tiny and cheerful owl, thinking about the greek god Hades. Helena loved the greek mythology. "Okay then, you're Hades," she said cheerfully.