POBee 160.2 - Beero's Home

POBee 160.2 - Beero's Home

Belissar fidgeted about as the First of the Fifth concluded her report. He may have...missed a few details here and there, but the general picture was that things were going well. The bees had reached begun foraging from all of the plants in the dungeon and were starting to produce several new types of honey as a result, while the gardeners believed some new Cross-Pollination results were just beyond the horizon. The one room that needed anything was the Fairy Grove and its lack of bees, but Belissar had already arranged to some bees to move there.

His bees could and would grow well with the rooms and flowers they already had, it seemed. If he wished to promote their growth even further, he would need to introduce new elements into the equation.

It was then that Niobee called for him.

“King! Look!”

Belissar spun his head as he shifted to his Tower sight and zoomed towards the Memorial. He found a glowing ball of light so bright he wouldn’t have been able to look at it directly with his own eyes. Niobee and the wounded soldiers gathered around it. Beero was nowhere in sight.

“Niobee?! What’s happening?! Where’s Beero?!”

“There!”

Belissar’s eyes widened. Beero was...in the middle of that light? But just as fear began to clutch at his heart, the light exploded outward. Thanks to his Tower sight, Belissar was the first to see what had occurred.

A bee stood where the light had been, her body still glowing with a gradually fading light. She was a bit smaller than the normal soldiers, though still much larger than the workers. Her chitin was sleek and seemed to shine in the light...until the light completely faded and revealed that small pulses of light occasionally came from the chitin itself. Her antennae had grown fuzzy with many smaller hairs branching off of it, much like a communer’s. Two pairs of shimmering wings extended from her back, colorful lights occasionally pulsing through them as well.

A monster has evolved!

Monster Bee Battlecaster is now available!

Belissar’s jaw dropped as he focused on the bee.

Monster Bee Battlecaster

Vitality: Minimal

Strength: Minor

Speed: Average

Magic: Below Average

Defense: Minor

Resistance: Minimal

Special: Average

Notable Skills: Dance Casting, Basic Elemental Conversion, Group Cast, Mana Poison Sting, Death Blow, Brood Offspring

Spawner Upkeep: 20 (10 with Blessing of Bees)

Evolves From: Monster Bee Soldier

Description: This monster bee soldier has learned to manipulate its mana externally as well as to convert its attributes, the two foundational skills of magic, and so is able to learn and cast spells. While its mana reserves and spells are not that impressive individually, it has an innate ability to group cast with other Bee-type monsters, making it exceedingly dangerous in numbers. Evolved from a soldier, this bee is particularly focused on combat-related spells and retains some of its previous physical capabilities as well. In addition to existing monster bee soldiers evolving, monster bee soldiers may now be raised as battlecasters, though this requires notably more resources from the hive.

Her queen paused her work as Beero landed in front of her and began to dance.

“Got better! Have wings again! Can join hive again!”

Her queen stood still only for a moment before beginning to dance as well.

“Amazing! Incredible!”

The two danced happily for a bit and Beero crawled over her queen. Now, all was well in the world.

But her queen had other ideas.

“Is great! But need to go back to Memorial, ok?”

Beero froze.

“Queen mother...doesn’t want in hive?”

Her queen gently brushed Beero’s antennae.

“No, want. But Memorial needs guard. Other soldiers need help, need to evolve and get back wings. Hive of hives needs wounded soldiers’ lightning stings. Beero helped in ways no other soldier can, has more important job now.”

Beero paused to consider this, thoughts of her still wounded comrades coming to mind. Her queen continued.

“Beero still part of hive. Still was without wings too. All bees part of hive of hives, all bees work for King.”

Beero slowly began a salute dance. Her queen began to groom her hairs.

“Beero can come to hive whenever she wants, though!”

Beero paused, and then began to dance rapidly once more.

“Ok! Will! Queen is best queen!”

Her queen stopped her, however.

“No, is hive of hives. All queens best queens. King who built is best king. And Beero is best Beero.”

Beero spent a bit longer getting reacquainted with her old hive. And then, she left, flying back to the Memorial. Her home. Perhaps not the home she remembered, but the one that she and her comrades had built.

Her queen was right. Her comrades needed her. The hive of hives needed her. And her fallen sisters in the Memorial should not be left alone.

She had found a way back where none existed. And now she would show others the way, even as she blazed new paths.

For she was, and always had been, a soldier of the hive of hives.