Where The Wind Takes Us

Where The Wind Takes Us

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Imagine a wonderful place, a market, that smelled of warm bread and lavender. A place lit by soft orange lights. A place that Scorbees thrive. The Mahogany Hive. The famous Scorbee Hive is known for it's incredible market. No human nor Scorbee market is like it. The hive serves as a meeting place, a peaceful place, for all species. Cascade, a young Scorbee who works down at the market, is a curious young fellow. While delivering some very important goods, he goes off to check something, and finds something dangerous. Inside are not ordinary goods, but something that changes his life, and billions of others, forever. He runs to tell his Queen of his discovery, only to find that she is the one who order for them, and plans to shut down the hive, which would kill it, and many species would no longer have a safe place to gather- Bringing havoc upon the world. Driven from his hive by his newfound hatred for his Queen, Cascade sets of on a journey to alert the rest of the world, and find unlikely friends... And enemies.
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