Chapter Fourteen

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"Of course Queen Bumble, Queen Amaryllis is a helpful and kind queen. She will help any Bee-Wing Hives in trouble." Myrtle said bowing slightly. Foxtrot nodded, and turned her attention back on the many injured Bee-Wings. 

"We deeply appreciate you, again." Shining said tilting his head down, studying the healers, carefully. 

"Shining, we should get back to the Hive, and have a trial for Locust," Bumble said lightly, something in her eyes that wasn't there anymore. Shining nodded, beckoning to the Bee-Wings that were going to carry Locust, who was no longer General. They lifted into the air, and soon where back at Goliath Hive. Bumble adjusted her onyx and white crown, and swept into the throne room, taking position, with Shining on the other side.

"Locust. You have been accused of an attempted assassination, is this true?" Bumble said a hint of curiosity in her voice. Locust knew that he would be punished either way.

"It is true, Bumble. The Bee-Wings don't need a queen like you, they needed a queen like Her Majesty, Anthropila. Not a weakling." Locust said, scoffing. 

"I am glad you told the truth. Is there anyone else that was associated with this assassination plot? We know about Bee-Wolf, and Shining is positive that there are others." Bumble announced. "If you refuse to tell the truth, we have some very- effective ways of getting you to tell us, Locust." 

"I am not aware of anyone else in this assassination plot, but it is possible. We kept ourselves as separate as possible, in case this happened." Locust said tilting his head. 

"Well, I think we have enough facts. Shining?" Bumble said looking at Shining, who nodded. "Good. You have shown yourself guilty. Guards throw him in the dungeon!" Caradonna and other soldiers hauled Locust to his feet, went down the trap door and secured him into a cell.

"Oh and Caradonna. You are now General Caradonna," Bumble said flicking her talons.

"Thank you Your Majesty." She bowed, and soared out a window, flapping her wings in the direction of the battlefield.

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