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Steven's mother had warned him about entering the forest, saying that his granduncle had been lost to it, but that only drove him to seek the kind of adventure that he was after. What was an adventure without a little danger, after all. All had seemed well in the forest, if not boring, until he had come across a bee hive. At the age of thirteen he knew well enough to not disturb the bees, but the bees had come out to attack him anyway. He didn't understand it but he ran regardless, screaming out in response to the stings that he was receiving. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that there was something odd about these bees, but he was too distracted to notice before he found himself falling into unconsciousness. When he was cognizant once again he found himself in some dark, enclosed space. With a bit of struggling he realized that he could tear through a section of his cell with his hands. Even before he could pull himself out completely he had to pause, shocked by what he saw. All around him were girls that were staring at him intently, as if they had been anticipating his appearance, but strangest of all was the fact that they all had bee-like traits that, as he was able to witness, allowed them to fly. Most alarming, however, was that his own body was like theirs, in that he had the wings, antennae and abdomen of a bee... Not to mention how he appeared to be female, too. He didn't know what to do in light of that, so he allowed them to lead him around and feed him royal jelly. He began to ask questions, and he was bewildered to find out that he was their new queen... And he was disturbed by what that role would mean for his future. So he waited for a few days for an opportunity to flee and, as much as he didn't want to think about it, he found it in the form of a massive gathering of the bees to kill the old queen. However, despite how few weren't a part of that morbid act, some of them still managed to catch up to him and capture him. He struggled against them as they dragged him back, but they wanted one thing and one thing alone, something that his protests couldn't change their mind about: they wanted a new queen that would give birth to many more of their kind for many decades to come. |