It was late into the evening when the magic happened.
The forest was the perfect place for a story to unfold. A sense of mystery filled the secluded wood, as a swirling, grey fog mischievously crept its way between the trees.
After days of waiting, her transformation was complete. The Queen Bee held one of her many children in her outstretched hand; the moment she’d been waiting for had finally arrived, her castle blown up by a creeper.her children were freed and safe and the queen was never to be seen again.
The end.
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