Hello all mt lovly readers! I know it has been a while since I updated but here is my reason, I've been writing up a new story! It's about The guardians of G'hoole and I hope you like it, I tried to be a little more detailed in this but it is still short so bare with me for a while. I'll update it as soon as possible so be patient and read on!

Chapter 1: Chroma's Flight

I angled my wings wasting no time as I dove, speeding towards the ground.

I was falling, dropping like a rock, about to hit the ground, but at the last moment they snapped open, I cringed slightly as they took on the whole force of the wind resistance. My glorious brown-striped wings shining softly in the full moonlight as I flew.

The wind felt great as it tumbled over my primaries, the familiar sights and sounds of the night seemed to renew every full moon, the night sky in full bloom, glistening stars, shining moon, nocturnal creatures lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

I was flying towards the beaks, a perilous desert full of strange boulders and cacti. When I finally arrived the night was almost over, I slowed down to a lazy glide, the accelerated as soon as I passed the first cactus. I deftly and skillfully started avoiding the boulders and overgrown prickle-bushes. I used my primaries to quickly turn left and right worming my way through the maze of rocks and plants. Many Haze-crested owls have died here, crashing into cacti or flying into a boulder, but I have sharp eyes. I'm clever, fast, and strong! Failure was not an option, Smart up or shut up was my motto, and I was the smartest of all!

I did one last corkscrew turn and pulled up, just as I did this the sky got a shade lighter, "I gotta' hurry!" I said to myself. The stars were fading; I banked hard to the left and dropped down, the stars temporarily out of view. I was flying over Crystal Lake within seconds and I rose above the clouds and lazily glided down until I was skimming the calm waters. I stuck my talons in and watched the ripples as they faded away. I saw fish darting around below me; they were shooting forward almost as fast as I could fly. One jumped out and did a flying flip before diving back in. I rose higher above the water and did some spirals and corkscrews, twisting around and turning up I closed my eyes as a gust of wind hit my face enjoying the feel of it as it traveled over my ear tufts, the nape of my neck, down my wings and back to the tips of my tail feathers. I began to sing a song.

"When the wind blows,

You watch the stars as time slows,

They glimmer as you glide,

And you cannot hide,

You're feeling of bliss,

It touches you as softly as a lover's kiss,

The wind bellows and bursts,

You will always cherish your first,

Flight in the night."

I finished the song just as I arrived at the beach of tall stones. I started dodging the first of the pointed boulders; the infamous spiraling stones of this beach were at least 10 feet tall. Banking, twisting, and diving came with ease.

I sped up and sliced through the air, catching a thermal and rising over the clouds. Several shades of pink, purple, blue, orange, and red almost blinded me. They were all fading and blending together to create a natural collage of color. The brightest of the stars still shone in the sky and the west sky was still night, I rose higher and higher into the twilight, breaking through layers and layers of clouds until I thought I could land on the moon. Up this high it was always night, stars shined even in the brightest of days, the moon was nigh even when the night had long ended, the blacks and blues of the midnight sky never faded to day.

She was reluctant to leave but she knew she had to, but before she did she said, "This is the meaning of my life." and sped off into the distance.