High Note: Story

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==Chapter One==
Glasswing stepped into the dry, yellow grass. Wind blew across the savanna, shaking his wings slightly. The smell of antelope and tree-stuff was carried up to his nose, giving him a slight headache. He'd been inside the hives his entire life. For too long had he poked at Silkwings, ordering them around. He needed to get away from it all. 
He walked away from the giant, dragon-made structure. The setting sun made is pale red scales look orange. The two pairs of wings on his back caught the sun, sparkling. The soil under the grass got caught between his claws in an uncomfortable way. Hivewings and Silkwings alike fly over head with an array of buzzing. The noise echoed in his brain like an annoying fly that wouldn't go away.
He picked up the pace, trying to get as far away from he noise as possible. He couldn't stand the order yet disaster that always took place in the hives. It was like he was getting caught in a tornado.
He ran across the savanna, his old legs going as fast as they could. Bugs hit him in the face as he ran through swarms. Herds of water buffalo and antelope ran out of the way so they didn't become dinner. Vultures circled over head, screeching about something they found.
He stumbled through the tall grass until the sun went down. He grew more and more tired the further he went. The hive he grew up in was nowhere in sight. There were no Hivewings or Silkwings buzzing around. Just the crickets and stars. It was a lot more peaceful out here then it was back at Testes Hive.
As he slowed down, he noticed the ground had become more wet under his talons. The grass seemed greener then any of the grass he'd ever seen. Bushes seemed to popped up out of nowhere. Small fireflies flew around, flashing beautifully at each other. It was like a dream.
A small smile crept onto Glasswing's snout. The three moons cast a white glow across the magnificent scene, making it glow.
He walked slowly, looked at the fireflies. As he kept walking, he came across a lake. It was huge. Small waves flowed across the top as a small breeze ran across. The moon light jumped around, attempting to dodge the waves in a beautiful display.
It reminded him of a necklace he once saw at the market. Bees made of sapphire were strung together, making i look like they were working together. It was pretty but expensive.
Glasswing walked along the side of the bank, admiring the water when he stumbled upon a root. It looked like any ordinary root but for some reason it caught his attention. It looked like it was reaching for something. Maybe the water. It was only a few feet away from the water so that's most likely where it was going.
He placed a talon on the root and decided to follow it to it's origin. It wasn't hard to follow since a majority of it was out of the ground. After following for a few seconds, he came across a bush. It was the only dead thing around. It stood out like a nasty mold spot. But behind the dreaded looks, it seemed to be calling for help.
Glasswing decided to help it. He walked back to the lake and found a nice piece of bark that he could use to hold water. He scooped some of the liquid up and carried it back to the bush, splashing it on his talon as he walked.
When he poured the water on the bush, it seemed to get better already. He smiled and went to get some more. He went back and fourth between the lake and the bush until the leaves were bright and green. He didn't understand how it turned from yellow and brown to green in a matter of minutes, but he decided not to think to much about it.
The leave of the bush swayed back and fourth and then started to whistle happily. Glasswing tilted his head in confusion.
"Hello?" He said quietly. A few of the branches moved, making the bush whistle and copy the notes.
Glasswing smiled. "My name is Glasswing. What's yours?"
The bush whistled, waving it's branches around happily. He couldn't understand what it was saying so he guessed.
"I'll call you Whistle," he suggested. "Is that alright?"
The bush's branches whipped through in a happy song. But i wasn't like a bird song, it was an actual song. Like it knew how to make music. It was enjoyable to listen to and made Glasswing feel happy. The bush seemed to notice this so it continued it song. It's branches wove through the air in a mercerizing pattern, making high pitched noises spread across the grass. The wind seemed to pick up and dance with the music.
The plants whipped around, joining in on the dance. Reeds from the lake whistled with the wind, adding an extra noise to the song. A pair of midnight birds twirled around the bush, whistling a happy tune that fit perfectly with the bushes own whistling.
Glasswing smiled. It was so peaceful and everything fit together perfectly. It wasn't like the hives, this was noise was completed by other, not cut off. It was like everything disappeared around him, just filling his senses with happiness and calmness. He felt like he could lay there forever, just listening to the soft music of nature.
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