POBee 60.1 - Bee and Thunder
The wounded soldier stood at the entrance to the Memorial Beehouse. She danced a salute as a squad of workers from her queen arrived, carrying with them precious honey. The wounded soldier then danced directions and the workers dispersed. Other wounded soldiers stood at various points around the Memorial. Some crawled on or around the Beehouse, ensuring it was clear of debris and rot. Others kept watch on top of the pillars. The wounded soldier kept track of them and directed the workers to her injured comrades, ensuring each of them ate their fill before she, too, partook in the gift from her queen. Some of them had been reticent to use their hive’s resources as soldiers who could no longer fly with the army, as she had once been. So, she had simply refused to eat until they did. They were still reluctant but, given the King’s interest in her and her contributions to the latest battle, none of them were willing to threaten her health by sacrificing their own. They had all settled into an uneasy compromise, where they allowed the workers to instruct them how much they would eat.
The workers fed them more than any of them were comfortable with, but that was the price they paid for arguing.
And now, with that task dealt with, the wounded soldier turned to her own personal quest. When she had first received a pair of lightning wings in place of her missing half, she had been ecstatic. She danced and she danced as she thought that now, finally, she could return to her comrades in the skies. She could once again join the fight to defend the hive from the very start, not only in desperate final stands.
Unfortunately, reality was not so kind.
The lightning may have taken the shape of wings, but it did not perform their function. She could move them like her old wings but they did not move the air around her. They did not generate lift and they could not bear her weight. She was still trapped on the ground.
Her disappointment had been immeasurable.
But she was a bee and it would take more than a bit of crushing despair to keep her from whatever work she could perform. She continued to experiment with the lightning wings and the lightning itself, which continued to flow through her body. And soon, she came up with another idea. Something else she could do with these wings that might allow her to further contribute to the hive.
She recalled what the King had done to save her life, how he had moved the mana beyond his body. As a monster bee, she already had an instinctual ability to manipulate her mana. She could concentrate it in her wings for a burst of speed, in her chitin for improved resilience, or most commonly in her stinger for greater damage. But all of these uses had ultimately been within her own body, she had never manipulated the mana outside of herself as the King had.
Until now, that was. Now, her mana was automatically flowing outside of her body in a way. It was generating the lightning that now took the place of her missing wings. Now, that mana had not truly left her body in a sense. It was trying to take the place of a missing part, it remained connected to the flows of mana within the rest of her body and it acted, for all intents and purposes, as if it were within the missing part. And yet...it was, in fact, outside of her body, yet still under her control.