POBee 63.3 - The Truly Favored
The First of the Fifth flew and she flew. Her workers flew after her, but she commanded them to leave her alone. She flew and she flew even as her mind raced.
What…should she do? How could she find the answer to these questions, these doubts?
And how could she go on if they were true? If she were not the most favored…but the least? If she were completely wrong about the King and knew nothing of him at all?
She flew and she flew until she reached the end of the Apiary, where the Shrine was. She could go no further from here, and her wings ached. She slowly landed on the ground and began walking around in circles.
What should she do?!
It was then that a shadow passed over her. A large bee landed in front of her. The First of the Fifth nearly stumbled over herself as she tried to dance.
“No! I-I told you to leave me alone!”
“Didn’t tell me, though?”
The First of the Fifth took a closer look and then suddenly took a step back. She was not dancing to one of her own workers or soldiers.