I gasped as a sharp pain ran through my head. I heard that before. I clawed at my head as Scrylla sent her bees after the birds. This was the bee from my vision, this was her! A few seconds passed before my migraine evaporated. And I took a reconnaissance of my bearings.

Older Ice-claws had come to collect the kits. A darker, brown tabby had cooped up young Zara. And two silver tabbies, one male, one female, who I'm guessing were Jay's parents, had taken Alex's And Jay's scruffs. And were running to a safe distance while everywhere else screamed with wars. The birds had lit torches and several burning bees were bumbling blindly by. I watched with a pit in my stomach. This was terrible.

"Come on, we need to follow them," said Zara, already heading of the direction of the disappearing targets.

I stared and the burning world before me. In a matter of seconds the peaceful gathering had turned into a dark pit of madness and chaos. I didn't want to be here, watching this curse. Trees were falling down in flames, grass was burning, dying creatures were screaming in agony. My head pounded, I felt like tearing my skull open.

Then I spotted the three kittens again. They had been dropped off in a hollow log. Watching with with wide fearful eyes at the scene around them. They were too young for war. Their parents were fending off some bees.

The said creatures were so mad with blood lust they were attacking everything in sight. Even their own men. Bee fought bees, birds, Ice-claws, other helpless animals that were completely innocent. Unnecessary blood had been spilled, for the sake of what, a flower?

My attention was then honed back in on the trio of adults. The silver tabbies had attainted several wounds, but were still fighting fiercely. The brown, who I'm guessing was the twin's father, was like a whirlwind of claw and teeth. It was amazing and gruesome to watch

It even looked like they had the upper hand until more bees started closing in on them. My heart pounded, and I knew it would be too much. My vision was momentarily clouded by stripes, but then my ear bleed when the air was electrified with the sound of a cat's scream. Jay's mother thumped to the ground, a small trickled of blood pooled around her chest.

"No!" I gasped, not fully believing what had just taken place.

"It's not over yet," said Zara, her wide, crazy eyes.

"What happens to them?" I asked, a knot of fear and horror twisting my stomach into a sour tasting, sinking feeling.

She didn't answer me. And a wave of dread rolled past my shoulders. I felt sick. Jay's father had cried out in anguish for his fallen mate. And I watched in horror as he moved sluggishly. His limbs tired, his claws slow. And it wasn't long before he collapses to ground. For a second I thought the bees would go away, the saw there was only one claw left. And he was exhausted. Blood dripped from numerous wounds, there was fur and feather scattered across the ground. He looked about ready to give up. A shadow fell across his form, and Scrylla, carried by her assistants, loomed threateningly over him.

"Leave him, he won't last long anyway," she sneered.

"No!" A tiny voice screamed in grief.

A small, blue, bundle of fur shot across the grass. Jay threw himself at the queen bee in fury. The tiny kitten smacked against her face and started clawing with a rage I didn't know could be contained in such a young creature. His tiny claw left little red lines marred across her forehead while she screamed in anger.

"Get this feathery rat off me!"

After a small tussle two smaller bees had managed to pry the grief shaken kit off her face. And he still fought, a mixture of tears and blood splattered his fur.

"You killed my parents!" he screamed.

Scrylla roared at him. "And there's nothing you can do about it can you? Guards, teach him a lesson!"

I sucked in a shaky breath as they turned on him. I had too squeeze my eyes shut when he screamed in agony.

"MY EYES!"

The threw the small kitten back on the ground. He was shaking violently and his own blood was pooling down at his paws as he sobbed over the cold bodies of his father and mother. It looked like his face was torn open, I couldn't tell where his eyes were.

"Scrylla! That was uncalled for, injuring a helpless kit," Zara's father growled.

"This whole war is uncalled for, but there's not much I can do about that can I?!" Then she laughed maniacally and was carried off.

A few seconds passed before two opposite faces popped out from the grass. "Dad?" Asked Alex, alarmed.

"Stay there Alex," he said.

Jay was crouched over the still body of his mother. "I will avenge them, those bees will rue this day, I swear by Glamora they will pay!"

"Jay we need to get back to the Hill," said the twins father impatiently. When Jay didn't move, he grasped his scruff and motioned for Zara and Alex to get on his back.

The he started beating his wings fast and hard. I should think the weight of them all would be too much, but he was stronger than he looked. And managed to leave the ground with lots of perspiration.

For a second I thought they would escape. For that moment it seemed they were in the clear. It couldn't get any worse, surely? But in the midst of the war, loomed another bee. He buzzed in silently, and I found myself gasping when he knocked Alex from his father's back.

He screamed as he fell. Alex's tiny little wings beating fruitlessly as the air rushed past him in a blur of confusion and war. His father turned, and shouted his name, flying frantically around, searching for his son. But as the bee swung back around, he was forced to flee. Young Zara was crying and screaming her brother's name. She didn't understand why her father wouldn't go back for the kitten. And threatened to jump off herself. But soon they were too far away for me to see. I yelled myself as Alexander fell into the trees, and we were close enough I heard a sickening crack. My stomach twisted in disbelief. I was going to throw up, I could feel the bile rise from my throat.

"Get me out of here!" I whined, clutching my head as another onslaught of pain clouded my vision.

The world spun, I tumbled to the ground just wishing it would stop. What an awful memory! My paws suddenly slammed down on flat ground, and I was relieved to find myself back in the present. Something fell from my face and I realized with shock and anger it was a tear. I spun and glared at the Ancients, who were giving me curious, expectant looks.

"Well?" One asked.

"Well what?" I snapped, "what kind of joke is this? Zara said you were just showing me around, not inviting me into some horrible backstory of war and murder. I didn't ask for this, all I want is for someone to figure out how to turn me human so I can leave this cursed place!"

I turned and ran, only stopping when Zara was yelling my name. Even then I ignored her, crawling towards her voice. When she saw me she simply growled and said this where were would sleep for the night. I curled up where I was and tried to mull over her memory. No wonder she was so violent and closed up, she had lost her brother, and over the course of thirteen years she had become bitter and angry.

After I came to this conclusion, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned too see Zara giving me a look that said: listen or I will hurt you. While I was slightly annoyed, something about her expression seemed a little softer as usual.

"Look, I'm sorry I dragged you into this, but I promise you my father will find a way to help you. And..." She trailed off, her eyes getting misty suddenly.

"I just wanted to let you know, when we first met... I was about to attack you... But I didn't, you have his eyes," She finally chocked, turning away to prevent further conversation.

It took me a few second to figure what she said. I had questioned her sudden mood swing, but I hadn't been brave enough to ask yet. And when she said I have his eyes...

Alexander.

My eyes matched his. The only thing that kept me alive were his eyes.