Everything was black. Nothing could be seen, no matter how hard she could try. “Am I dead? What happened? Is the Praying Mantis dead?”Many questions flooded into Kimel’s brain, as she frantically searched for the answers. Just then, a noise could be heard. “Who’s there?” she asked, hoping someone would answer. “N?????? ???n???e???e???d??? ???t???o??? ???w???ò??r???r??????.???? ???????v???e???r???y??t???h???i???n????g??? ???w???i???l???l??? ???b???e??? ???f????i???n??????” it responses. Kimel couldn't understand what this.. thing had said, it wasn't speaking Bee-matan (the native language for the bees in the New World). Besides, Kimel still couldn't see what was there with her, “SHOW YOURSELF!” she demanded. “??? ???c???????n???n??????t??? ???d???o??? ???t??????a???t???.” it crackled back. “Why not?” Kimel was desperate to know, “What's going to happen?” Just as she finished her question a bright light shone, filling the void with colour.

  *Reparation Magic (Level 1) Acquired.*

  “Reparation Magic?” she asked herself, “What the heck is that?” The voice vanished, as if it never even appeared. Kimel had more questions than actual answers but before she could even gather her thoughts, a bright, almost blinding, light shone as dozens of voices started to speak. “Wait… look” “Her eyes are opening..” “It's a miracle” Kimel finally came to, wondering what in the heck happened. She couldn't remember anything that happened after she stabbed the Praying Mantis. “My child… are you okay?” the Queen bellowed, looming over Kimel. Shaking, not from waking up but rather from the Queens aura. Kimel nods her head, still trying to come to terms with what happened. Kimel opens her status board.

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  *Status Board:

  Name: Kimel (Level 10)

  Species: [REDACTED]

  Abilities: Flight Magic (Level 5) Pollination Magic (Level 2)

  Wind Magic (Level 5)

  Poison Magic (Level 5)

  Reparation Magic (Level 1)

  What is this reparation magic? “Your majesty?” she asked. The Queen nodded, urging her to speak. “What is ‘reparation magic’?” she wondered. The Queen paused and tilted her head in confusion, “I have not got the faintest idea. I have lived a long life, to be exact I have lived for 200 years but I have never heard of reparation magic. This must be a newer spell.” 200 years?! Bee’s must live long lives in this world. Back in my old world, Queens only lived for about 5 years and worked bees for 2-6 weeks or 6 months dependant on the season. So worker bee’s must live for 50 years on average roughly. Even after 200 years, no one knows of Reparation Magic? “However” the Queen continued, “If I had to guess, it would repair body parts that have taken fatal damage. Judging by the fact your stinger is back to normal. So it must be different from Heal Magic, which just heals basic injuries like a damaged wing.” Kimel appears shocked. Was this a rare type of magic? “Enough guessing. Not much we can do about it. Let's focus on clearing up after the battle.” Kimel looks around at the blood soaked walls of the hive, at the dozens of her fellow bees corpses and the remains of the decayed Praying Mantis. This made her sick to her stomachs. Several days passed, the aftermath of the incident, the Hive was almost back to normal. ‘Undertaker’ bees carried the rotting corpses out of the Hive and into the ground, burying them respectfully. Then came the rain, and it pelted it down. It rained for several days, luckily all the bee’s that fell had been buried. Kimel felt determined to become stronger, to prevent this amount of loses from happening again.