POG 151.1 - Will of the Bee-vine
The Fourth of the Seventh zipped about, but one of her scout communers stopped her.
“Queen, over here!”
She spun about and sped at the communer’s dance until she saw it. Several of her scouts hovered over a patch of dirt just before the Tower. Grooves had been carved in a large, circular pattern. The pattern occasionally pulsed with a soft green light that was easy to miss amongst the grass and flowers.
The Fourth of the Seventh danced happily about.
“Great work, everyone! Will tell King we found it!”
But just as she was about to relay it to the King, the pattern shifted. The soft green light turned into a bright red. The Fourth of the Seventh reacted immediately.
“Get back!”
At her command her workers immediately flew away from the pattern. The Fourth of the Seventh did likewise, knowing that the workers wouldn’t evacuate before her. A moment later, the pattern pulses with a light too bright to see.
And then it fell silent and glowed no more.