10
Magnus
Buzzing bees filled the air above my head. I swatted at them without opening my eyes and spat to rid my mouth of a disgusting taste. Then retched—it was not a taste, it was a smell, and it was all around. A scent like sludge, covering my skin, seeping into my pores.
I had to get away.
My head throbbed. The sun was a brutal master, high in the sky, beating my face. I raised my hand to shield my eyes and groaned. My body ached.
Where was I? Where were my brothers?
I got to my feet and the buzzing grew louder, more frenzied.
Not bees. Flies.
I stood alone in a field of blood. Half covering my eyes, I took a step and nearly slipped on the red-slicked grass. Then the light lessened, and I was able to see the bodies, fanned out from where I stood.
At first, I thought they migh
