At one moment I was excitedly talking about the next steps in our diplomatic relations with humans, and the next I was floating in an all too-familiar void of the afterlife.
And in front of me, close enough to cover my entire field of view, was an overgrown bee—the Goddess of Bees.
The shock rendered me speechless. I wondered if all these months of life among bees were a dream.
"We have little time, so listen carefully, mortal," the Goddess of Bees spoke. Her chilling tone left no place for arguments. "When asked questions, you will deny everything, especially my involvement. Do that—and maybe things will go painlessly for you. But go against me—and your loved ones will pay for it. After all, they all are bees. I can do with them, as I want."
My eyes widened, and I realized that I still had eyes and my body.
"What's going on?! What are you talking about, b—bee?!"
Phew, that was close.
Instead of an answer, I felt a wave of seething hatred pour over me.
