Bzzz
Bzz Bzzz
'Number 13' flew crookedly through the smoke-filled sky, its wings beating unevenly—one torn, one flickering with dying spiritual energy. Every flap sent pain lancing through its cracked carapace, but stopping wasn't an option. The weight on its back—soft, limp, fragile—kept sliding to one side, and each time the Vespid had to twist violently to adjust, nearly falling out of the air.
It chittered weakly.
'Master said… to protect this boy.'
'I should…find that female human.'
'Find the strong one.'
'Find the one called… Serena.'
Its mind buzzed with static. It wasn't used to thinking alone. Not like this. Usually the hive buzzed in harmony, the Queen's presence a steady warmth in the back of its mind to direct its next actions. And if not the Queen, than Master would fill in as their brain. Usually, it didn't have operate alone like this.
