Chapter 57

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Jasmin proceeded her hunt for Turtle and their ferocious head of school, Tsunami. It was quite easy tracking them down, because there were lots of skid marks and kicked-up dirt. She guessed that this was all Turtle's work. 

Again, Jasmin wondered who the other dragon who'd led them through the jungle were. A LeafWing? Or a runaway SilkWing?

Maybe even a HiveWing.

She had a horrible thought; what if Turtle and Tsunami had been captured by the HiveWings, and were led away to their hidden base in the jungle? 

HiveWings probably don't live in a place with trees their queen forced them to cut down, Jasmin reassured herself. And the LeafWings would have found out by now.

She let the jungle colors wash over her galaxy scales as she heard voices. The hybrid untied her knife from her neck, then pushed it under her arm, a trick she'd learned when she had to hide her weapons. No one could see it there when she camouflaged.

Jasmin quickened her pace, eager to find the SeaWings. She was disappointed to find a clearing with no dangerous plants of any sort. Jasmin frowned. She was certain she'd heard voices.

"...patients." A voice sounded from above.

"Really?" The surprised voice followed closely. Jasmin looked up, and saw hundreds of treehouses, much like the ones in the rainforest, built on the sturdy trees. 

"Woah," She breathed. LeafWings were flying above, resting in treehouses, and playing together. They were so happy, unlike Belladonna's strict and frightened soldiers.

More LeafWings in the Poison Jungle? 

Jasmin flew up, beating her invisible wings lightly. She glided through the trees, glancing inside each treehouse in turn. As she passed by a couple of LeafWings, they whipped around with surprise.

"Willow, is it just me, or did I feel something fly right by me?" A LeafWing with light green scales asked a smaller, younger looking dragonet. 

"Probably just the wind." The other LeafWing, the younger one with darker green scales, reassured. Jasmin sneaked a look past their wings, and faltered when she saw familiar dark green-and-gold scales.

What is Sundew doing here?

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