It was a massacre. Although lives had been taken so quickly, the scene before me unfolded in slow motion. I looked out of the window and up towards the sky. The clouds of my buggers in their ships intermingled with the clouds of the atmosphere in a billowing mass of nothingness. As they battled for survival, I felt the racing hearts of my children standing at the end of Ender Wiggin’s gun. We had a deep admiration and respect for Ender, for he was such a strong leader and soldier. We didn’t wish to kill him or the humans, but above our sympathy for others was the bond between our brothers, sisters, and children. Our race had to fight to stay alive; the humans wanted to exterminate us. Fighting back was the only solution. Ender, however, was …show more content…
While the humans aimed their guns at our planet, I wept for my children in battle, and I wept for my children who would never grow up to see more than the walls of their cribs. I wept for the mothers looking up at the clouds, watching their children turn to dust. I gingerly cradled my daughter in my arms. She my last child and our last hope. Covered in my gleaming ivory silk, her cocoon was a lake, reflecting the beams of light and explosions from the sky above. Calm and serene, the lake brought relief and comfort to me as I watched my kingdom fall to ashes. My silk enveloped her, and it would hold her when I no longer was able to. It was an eternal embrace, one from mother to …show more content…
With trembling hands, I carefully placed her into a hollow in the wall. She was all that was left; she was our only hope. The silk covering her body shone like a lantern, lighting the way for thousands of buggers. My daughter would give birth to a few queens and many workers, and her children would give birth to even more buggers. Our race would not die; our legacy would not end today. In that moment, I was both mournful and optimistic. The colony I raised beneath my wings was now crippled in the face of death. Outside of the tower, I heard the crashing of battleships and the flare of guns. I heard the cries of my children as they took their last breath, and the deafening silence that followed. Soon we would all be together again. We would be free from our sadness. On our planet, a new generation would arise, and there would be