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The Warrior by jaydub99
 Category:  General Fiction
  Posted: July 6, 2013      Views: 401

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She was a warrior from the working caste. Her being lived to protect her homeland, her Queen, and her brethren from invaders and those who would destroy what she held sacrosanct. Her sword was ready and she was willing to die to preserve the only way of life she had ever known.

In tight formation, she scanned the horizon and looked, sensed anything amiss and not right with the world. Her technology was highly sophisticated, and any nuance in the air was information she processed and used to gain a tactical edge.

Like a dark storm cloud moving over the horizon, the danger came forward, present and moving in fast; leaving little time to send out a warning call and ready her clan for battle. Often an enemy was overcome simply by sheer numbers. If the initial salvo didn't push the invaders back, the onslaught of thousands was required. Death to the warrior was imminent, but to preserve a way of life, a common connection, a violent end was nothing to fear.

Her sword was ready and her focus steadfast. Ferociously she charged in and drove her steel to the hilt. Releasing her grip meant her own death blow was certain. Agony came in waves of thunder. She staggered under the evisceration, falling hard to her final resting place. Instinct held to the end, she could almost feel the phantom thrusts of her sabre as it continued to inflict damage. For this proud soldier there were no dreams of Valhalla; her only thoughts were of darkness, pain and duty.


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I wrote this after getting the sting picture in my mailbox. I found myself thinking about other creatures and other times. After a little research, I discovered that honey bees are the only bees that sting once and die, and only the females can sting. Their venom sack is removed and stays intact, continuing to pump venom. Bees are amazingly complex and technical creatures. I appreciate you reading and offering feedback.
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