Just as I became comfortable with food dispatch, rumblings around the colony of war has broken out. I’m scared. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore or why we’re fighting. Why would anyone want to hurt us? Why would we want to hurt something?
Since my hatching 24 hours ago, I’ve come to realize that the world isn’t as always as it seems. And survival is more complex than just hauling food back to the hills. I hope that things will work out because I’m very scared of having to march to battle. I have to go now, the General is giving his orders….