Epilogue

The gray, scaly creature was observing. It was his lot to do so, to always do so. Until his year and three days was up.

Until then, he would serve Queen in complete obedience. Only, this was something he wished not to observe. The reporting would surely be... painful. Yet failure to report would mean being sent to tend the Eggs, a death sentence. He shuddered at the thought of the tiny gray slugs, eating away the eggs strapped to his back, eating away at his back, his wings, at him.

A soft scittering sound heralded the arrival of his replacement. Quietly, he lifted off the barn roof, and made his way to the Nest in grim silence.

He never returned.

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Hello!

Well, that was grim, wasn't it?

And as if we all don't know, THERE IS A SEQUEL! So if you want to know what happens next, read that! And before you ask, this chapter has quite a bit to do with the insectile creatures who want to rule the world.

Thanks for reading! And please don't kill me!

(man, I'm starting to sound like Angela! Now all I need is a pet werecat...)

Also, this is dedicated to Draconicmaw, who was the first to comment on almost every chapter! Thank you, you helped so much! :)