Five days later, I was flying on Woe over the stretching scenery of yet another living mountain forest. Nine more black dragons, all carrying 200 bees in total, were flying behind Woe in triangular formation.
For these five days, forests, fields and occasional rivers, all incredibly clear from the height of a dragon's flight, were most of what I've seen. I never thought that there would be so many of them…
Human settlements and roads were just motes of dust in comparison.
Now our target should be near, and I hoped we weren't too late.
The flight that should've taken from three to four days took five because a weaker dragon from the flock grew tired and ill from all the flying. Woe, the leader of this flock (as it was the boldest, the oldest, and the most loved by bees), refused to fly until its friend got the rest it needed.
