The colony slumbered beneath the moonâs pale glow, but Cinder-antâs thoughts buzzed louder than ever. She sat alone near the resin gate, her antennae twitching.
Suddenly, a soft flutter disturbed the silence.
A moth, its wings dusted with midnight-blue scales, hovered before her. Not an enemy, not a messengerâsomething stranger.
“You are the marked one,” it spoke, its voice like wind through dried grass.
Cinder-ant stiffened. âWho are you?â
âI am Noctis, keeper of forgotten messages,â the moth replied. âAnd your flame is brighter than you know. Danger spreads beyond your tunnels. The Black Beetles march againâthis time, not for conquest, but for extinction.â
She blinked. âWhy tell me?â
âBecause the old prophecies speak of an Ash-Born Queenâone who can unite more than ants.â
Cinder-antâs heart pounded. âUnite what?â
âAnts. Bees. Mantises. Even spiders. All who dwell in shadow and soil.â
Noctis spread his wings and began to fade. âFind the Web Oracle. Only she can guide you now.â
And just like that, he vanished into the night.
Cinder-ant turned back toward the colony, a new fire rising inside her.
She would not only defend her people.
She would lead them.
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