Kreelos climbs up further to where the putsifa
bees hoard their honey. The blue putsifa honey is said to hold
mystical powers that will keep any kind of flower growing wildly
for as long as the roots are kept immersed. He scoops up some
honey with Erelta's prize helmet. Kreelos climbs over to the wind
pod, plucks the flower from the crown, and places it into the
helmet with the putsifa honey.
"My gift is complete. When they receive this, I will be
returning to my parents all the love, respect, and devotion they
have given me. It's perfect!"
"Baron Berakis will hold me personally responsible for the
disappearance of his immaculate flower. You have stolen my helmet,
the baron's esteemed flower, and the putsifa bees' honey. How
can we as subjects of this dynasty look forward to our future
when the heir hymarian thinks of no one but himself? Your parents
will never praise you for such ignorance. Xylanthees the Great
and Lersanis love you because you are their son; they do not need
some token of your appreciation they know!" Erelta
Kreelos pauses as he looks down at the gift and begins to think
the sentinel may be right. "I only wanted to show my parents
that I loved them
Kuleenik Erelta pauses himself. A statement of such passion coming
from this young man causes sympathy to swell inside his own heart.
A look of compassion comes over his face as he whispers to Kreelos,
Suddenly, a ghostly hum grows from outside into a deepening growl.
The tsaranis tree vibrates.
"The bees are returning! Hurry, you must help me escape.
Please!" Erelta pleads.
"Don't worry, Erelta, the bees entrance is at the bottom
of the tree and your armor gives you plenty of protection there.
I just hope the craftsmanship of your armor is as priceless as
the baron's wind pod, for your sake. Once I leave, I will draw
the bees away. Use the honey to grease your armor enough to loosen
yourself. Be quick though, I cannot hold the bees off for long,"
Kreelos says, readying to exit the tree.
The putsifa bees enter the tsaranis tree and slam into Erelta's
platinum hind-end from below. The bees flail off his armor like
a million angry pebbles rattling inside an immense cauldron. The
noise is deafening! Erelta collapses his head down inside his
platinum shell to wait out the barrage.