Insectopia
Now here is a tale, gather round. This story is about a band of heroes who are impossibly small. Small they are, but great, though they do not know it yet. Something is coming to the peaceful city of Sunhaven. Something dark. Soon metal will be tested, skills will be honed. Look closely friends, come down to the world of bugs.
14th morning of summer, the year of the moth.
"Not two more weeks to Sunhaven." A moth guard said cheerfully. They had nearly finished the long patrol shift. Three months of scouting the Eastern forests, collecting news and assessing threats. "Our eggs will be hatched by then. Kyra will be waiting for me with five new faces!"
"Shut your face for half a second Breeyr! I think I hear something." The beetle snapped. He held up his spear. The other guards, a little more seasoned than their young moth recruit, kept still.
"You don't think there's any stock in those rumours do you? About the vanishing caravans?" The moth called Breeyr was much quieter now. "Bugs said the carriages were found, but not a trace of any bug anywhere. Even the goods were left."
"I haven't the faintest, why don't you go check over that root. Make sure the way is clear."
It was broad daylight, still Breeyr balked at the thought of going alone.
"Are you a soldier or aren't you?" The wizened scarab teased.
"I am." Breeyr said irritably. The sun dappled the ground, swaying as the gentle breeze rocked the canopy above. Just ahead of him a twig snapped. Breeyr froze, white wings quivering. His captain's words barbed him onward and he flicked an antennae. "Probably just a squirrel..." He kept walking closer.
"Hey, where's Breeyr?" Another soldier asked. "He was right there just a blink ago."
"He's probably over the root."
"But he wasn't even close to it."
The soldier stopped speaking suddenly. He hit the earth.
"What's the matter whethers?" The captain's tone was laughing at first, but she quickly recoiled. There was a wound in the body, she couldn't even begin to describe it. "Weapons up!" The beetle shouted...but it was already too late.
Now here is a tale, gather round. This story is about a band of heroes who are impossibly small. Small they are, but great, though they do not know it yet. Something is coming to the peaceful city of Sunhaven. Something dark. Soon metal will be tested, skills will be honed. Look closely friends, come down to the world of bugs.
14th morning of summer, the year of the moth.
"Not two more weeks to Sunhaven." A moth guard said cheerfully. They had nearly finished the long patrol shift. Three months of scouting the Eastern forests, collecting news and assessing threats. "Our eggs will be hatched by then. Kyra will be waiting for me with five new faces!"
"Shut your face for half a second Breeyr! I think I hear something." The beetle snapped. He held up his spear. The other guards, a little more seasoned than their young moth recruit, kept still.
"You don't think there's any stock in those rumours do you? About the vanishing caravans?" The moth called Breeyr was much quieter now. "Bugs said the carriages were found, but not a trace of any bug anywhere. Even the goods were left."
"I haven't the faintest, why don't you go check over that root. Make sure the way is clear."
It was broad daylight, still Breeyr balked at the thought of going alone.
"Are you a soldier or aren't you?" The wizened scarab teased.
"I am." Breeyr said irritably. The sun dappled the ground, swaying as the gentle breeze rocked the canopy above. Just ahead of him a twig snapped. Breeyr froze, white wings quivering. His captain's words barbed him onward and he flicked an antennae. "Probably just a squirrel..." He kept walking closer.
"Hey, where's Breeyr?" Another soldier asked. "He was right there just a blink ago."
"He's probably over the root."
"But he wasn't even close to it."
The soldier stopped speaking suddenly. He hit the earth.
"What's the matter whethers?" The captain's tone was laughing at first, but she quickly recoiled. There was a wound in the body, she couldn't even begin to describe it. "Weapons up!" The beetle shouted...but it was already too late.
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