QUEEN BEE

The courser ripped past her, clogging her vision with orange dust. She watched blearily as the smoking machine joined the rest of the hunting party on the horizon and flickered into mirage.

She had blessed him like the others before him, chosen workers on a sacred pilgrimage for the good of the colony. In the morning the hunters would be back, satchels and bellies heavy with Honey of the Leviathan Flower... and the monster would have its sacrifice.