A path in the green, bright forest, there dwell two beehives, where one was kinged and the other was queened. The king came out from his kingdom and saw and pitied the neighbor.

“My queen,” his majesty said, “every time I choose to look at my right, I am saddened by your weakening queendom. Why this suffering has to continue?”

The queen looked at her left and replied, “Ah, a king, though mighty is your everything, I am still safe and sound. No human walks in my territory a foe; therefore, I let them take my honey as a gift.”

The king slowly shook his head and said, “I cannot believe you have stopped believing. You stray yourself in nature and ignore your stinger that is the sharp nail of good God to protect our precious honey that no human could master in the making. Do you wish to resume to be an apple plucked like a farm for a snack, or return to yourself from a slave and your workers to warriors, which are workers?”

The queen held her heart tight like a fist, and the heart of the king prayed to let them be opened. Alas, she punched the wall cracked and abrasively told him, “Your life is short, but my reign is forever. Your paradise will crumble into fragments that are great materials to be used to rebuild our walls. Of what do you gain for fighting to defend and for defending to die? Though I will struggle even in my days before my death, I have secured my life complete for working to survive and for surviving to live.”

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“You’re done as it has been made.” The king turned serious and emotionless and answered, “What we lose you could have them, but I and my people will win and receive something that will last longer than your forever reigning. And you shall never have it.”

The queen walked closer and asked, “Then, what is it?” The king turned and walked away.

A path in the dark, gloomy forest, two travelers journeyed on the left of the path and halted, and one said, “Hand over the firelight. There’s danger ahead.”

The other traveler took the firelight out of the bag and lit the device inside, and there was a beam of light ahead of them.

She gave and asked, “And what danger is ahead of us?”

She answered, “There might be a storm of bees ruled by a king here.”

The travelers continued walking, but the one who asked raised her eyebrow and said, “Didn’t the previous travelers take responsibility of them? So why do we worry?”

She answered, “Let me tell you what happened here.”