The War Was On

The war began with a single sting. A young honeybee out playing violated the long-standing truce. Unbeknownst to the bees, the wasps had prayed for the moment the truce would end. They plotted and planned, trained and prepared. They would not lose again. No hive mind could withstand the waves of kamikaze wasps bred for one purpose, and one alone – create a path to the queen. It was over quickly, and there were no survivors – except one young wasp, dazed and confused, flying away from his smoldering home vowing revenge.


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