Chapter 5; The Lost One’s
They had survived and that was the important part. They were stuck in the sewer behind enemy lines, in the enemy's capital city to make matter worse. The world was not a place for a drone to be they had no individualism to help them they were stronger only as a group and all they were...
Eight in all, eight in total, only eight. They had no name and never actually had any way to help themselves. They were only drones, works at that not, warriors. They were only workers they had nothing else but to try and find safety. They had taken refuge in sewer so they knew they would have some level of protection, for now. They didn’t know what to do, they had to take refuge and work together. Thats all they could do they were drones nothing more to them
That is until they heard. “The rest are lost, I don't care for weaklings.” They heard their queens words. They became dishearten and they were willing to meet their fate, imprisonment, experimentation, even death.
But then IT happened.
They feed off love, but they still need water, even if it was a brackish and possibly contaminated. They drank deep of the water, they drank until they received their fill. Something was wrong, they felt strange. Their bodies cracked and aced they twisted, writhing in pain.
When the pain subsided the tunnel became smaller much smaller, or did they became bigger much bigger? The eight looked at each other, they had all changed, but they were still changelings, but not like they were, bigger, stronger, buffer. Spikes, stingers, fangs, and stronger limbs. They were not just drones any more, they were more than that. They could think for themselves now, they could talk and express themselves too. It was a miracle!
That's when we heard IT.
"Now you're lost and all alone but I'll give you a new home. " The aged voice echoed in their mines like the link they had with their former queen.
They chattered to themselves, collectively they gave their answer. "Yes!" They hissed in their new voices.
They could hear his smile. In a booming respons. "Welcome to my hive, now it's time for use to thrive!"
Collectively they answered again. "Yes, your majesty."