The White Hive

Chapter Two

Bumble walked through the palace, trying to seem casual, and like she belonged anywhere. She was really looking for a chance to talk to Bee-wolf, since she was now the official heir to the throne, she had much less time on her talons. More boring lessons with Termite about the geography of their home- which she already knew. She sighed, passing by her mother.

"Bumble, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with Termite?" Anthropila said with a questioning voice.

"Termite is a nose stinging, spider-web head. There is no way that I am going to be spending another hour with him" Bumble said glaring at her mother.

"Well, I don't think that you should be calling your geography teacher, and when I am gone, advisor a 'nose stinging, spider-web head'." Anthropila said looking down at her daughter, wrinkling her nose. "But fine."

"Thank you Mother," Bumble said, walking off.

Bumble kept her wings tucked in close to her body, her antennae flattened. She was just trying to seem invisible. She got to her and Bee-wolf's secret garden, and he was waiting for her.

Bee-wolf offered her a half-smile, and Bumble lifted her wings, her face lighting up with joy. Bumble sighed, shaking out her wings. "Queen Caterpillar really wants the Bee-Wing throne,"

Bee-wolf nodded, "I don't think she'll stop, not until she gets the throne," he shot an apologetic look at Bumble. "My mother is a walking storm of destruction. Plus, she could easily murder you and your mother, which would make her the only dragon able to get the throne, except for your aunts."

"Yea-" Bumble was cut off as something whistled by her ear. It thudded into the soft wood behind them, and Bumble shrieked. Bee-wolf turned around shouting in surprise.

"Acacia! What are you-?" Bee-wolf shouted at a red Hive-Wing.

"Saving you Prince Bee-Wolf! Don't worry I'll get this Bee-Wing away from you!" The red Hive-Wing screamed at him.

Bumble shrieked again as another dart whizzed past her. She flew up to the roof and dove out of the little slit in the wood, shooting down the hallway right into her mother.