DAISY
The Master perched precariously atop the busy hive. Absentmindedly stroking his golden
stripes with one hand, he watched Daisy slog through the overgrown pathway of ferns
and other luscious vegetation. He was becoming bored with the game that the girl
didn’t even know they were playing. Her focus was single-minded as she put one foot
in front of the other, not even noticing the brilliant colors dulling and becoming
increasingly monochromatic as she forged ahead. Her intense concentration was pointed
toward the other side of the island. She’d lost sight of her reference point, the
hazy cloud, and was having trouble getting her bearings.
Daisy had always been tenacious in her pursuits. Her mother had said she was the
epitome of a feral dog with a bone, never letting go once s
