Weirock, A Tale of Sklaire's Nest

The story continues, only this time the reader is swept back 300 years before the story of Redshift Hive was told. The darkness of the Lord hornet is beginning to cloud all of the Western area of Weirock, and there is one nest left in Shatuf's domain that he must conquer. A Lord hornet is preparing for battle, a prophecy is unfolding, a small band of companions journey off into the Western world, and the race for time is about to begin!

"A shadow stole silently down the corridor. It slipped passed the hanging wall fixture and out into the courtyard. Night slept on in its full slumber, not waking to find the figure stealing up to the Pool of vapid water. Not even the wind would stir on a night like this, dark clouds were moving in unnoticeably. The short figure never dared to pull the hood from her head. Her head was seen to bob back and forth, making sure no one was about. The hour of the night was late, giving her unwatched freedom to do as she pleased. The small wings thrummed in the night air and landed the young Yellow Jacket down beside the Pool. She sat down cross-legged near the water’s brim. She sat with her claws folded in the lap of her cloak like the young maiden she was. Her large almond shaped eyes closed… the silence waned on. Suddenly underneath her lashes the girl’s eyes flitted and her face grew tense. Her claws clasped each other tighter as the heat from her body quickly rose. The water rippled, much like something had been dropped into the centre of the Pool… all grew still once more. The girl’s eyes snapped open and her head lurched around. She was gazing at the dark sky in the deeper West. Like a flash of lightning a spiral of blood-red and poison-like green shot up into the air from the far reaches of the West. The girl could not move from where she sat, her eyes were fixed to the spot and her heart pounded as if it were ready to burst. She clutched the cloak tighter about her and stood in amazement at the spectacle before her. The spiral of colour flamed in her eyes as a great fire; it seemed as if perhaps the colours were burning and flickering as they shot up towards the heavens. Something inside of the flames called out to her, reaching for her, yet she wanted to run and hide. Suddenly the flames of red and green were sucked in together and vanished. The small girl’s eyes still burned with the picture she had witnessed. Her wings and limbs were weak with fear and her eyelids could no longer stay open. She crumpled to the floor in a dark sleep."

Briar Frost, from the book of Weirock, A Tale of Sklaire's Nest." (ch. 4 pg. 22)