-A Few Months Later-
Bumble sighed, tapping her talons on her black, white, and gold throne. "You!" Bumble pointed to a guard, "Bring Beewolf to our project, I want him to see what we shall to his tribe." The guard nodded, gesturing for others to follow him, as they retrieved Bee-wolf.
-At the project room-
"What do you want from me?" Beewolf snarled. Bumble shrugged beckoning to follow her.
"I want to show you something. Guards, you can leave now." Bumble said flicking her talons dismissively.
Bee-Wolf looked at her, trying to figure out where she was taking him. "You must be joking."
"Not joking." Bumble tilted her head at Beewolf. She grabbed the long fire-resistant chain, and yanked it, making Beewolf follow her. "This is, we don't know. The only reason why I'm telling you this is because you may know something about this."
"We don't know." He paused, looking at the vines crawling up the sides of the contained space. "What is this?"
"We don't know the properties of this, vine." Bumble said cautiously, not revealing much. "We tested it on a few dragons. The result was always the same." She paused. "Milk white eyes."
"Your Majesty! Urgent message!" The messenger threw herself at her feet.
"Yes?" Bumble said in her annoyed tone. The messenger drew herself up from the deep bow.
"Queen Caterpillar demands her son back, or the peace agreement is over." The messenger said, her head still bowed down.
"Well, she can't have him. But what she can have, is a trip to the Underworld. One-way, might I add. I'll meet her myself, with no guards." Queen Bumble said with an airy tone. "Also, is the messenger still here? The one from Caterpillar?"
"Yes, Your Majesty." The messenger said.
"What is your name?" The messenger gave her a surprised expression.
"Sunflower, Your Grace," She replied hurriedly.
"Send the messenger back, with my symbol, burned across his arm." Bumble said, and that was when Sunflower became her favorite Bee-Wing.
"Yes! Your Majesty, I shall alert the smiths to do that, above everything else." Sunflower nodded, just wanting to please the Queen.
Queen Bumble then lifted off, flying for the Hive-Wing Hive.
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The White Hive
FantasyHive Wings and Bee Wings, both descendants of the magical Night Wing, Clear Sight. This is the story of how they became separate.
