Bumble blinked open her eyes, wet sand in-between her scales as she rolled over to her talons and hoisted herself up. Cobalt blue eyes looked down at her, and she scrambled backwards.
The dragon in front of her had gills, webbed talons, and a fishy way about him.
"You're awake."
Bumble tilted her head at the dragon. "Yes I am. Who are you?"
"My name is Leviathan, I come from Pyrrhia, and who are you?" Leviathan studied her with his cobalt eyes, his luminescent scales flashing.
"I am a Bee-Wing, from Owela, and we are running for our lives."
YOU ARE READING
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.
