Flying was two things. One, it was scary, being a million feet in the air. If you fall, you'd plummet to your death. Two, it was a blast. It felt like you were the wind. It honestly felt amazing. Of course, the feeling will subside. War will soon be upon us.

There was a sinking feeling in my gut. A feeling that was sickening. 

"You good?" Fendron asked.

"Yeah, fine." I say. 

"Worried?" 

"Yeah. A bit."

"Can't blame you. I'm scared to."

"Really but your a Kallikora solider. You have fire."

"So will the wasps and Queen Yinora. You're lucky to have your powers."

"I wish I knew why."

"I can guess that you were chosen by Kallikora herself."

"I don't know why." I say looking at the pitchfork. 

"Your strong. Your cute. Your battle ready."

"Wait... did you just say cute?" I ask. 

Fendron looked embarrassed. 

"He's right. You're cute. You're adorable." Navine said patting me on the head.

"Thanks." I said. 

"Uh guys what's with all the smoke?" Keka said. 

We looked at the direction where he was looking.

"Oh no..." I breath. 

The war is upon us. They are already here. The wasps had an army thousands strong. I see Queen Yinora perched on a cliff with the blossom she took.