I was rooted to the spot by sheer terror. I stared up at this fire colored monster. One of its talons was raised. It was going to strike. Suddenly, I was pushed aside, head over heals, hitting rock. I felt slightly dazed and my left wing hurt. I looked back to where I had been. Flik lay injured on the ground, the bird looming above him. I gasped. Without thinking, I ran over to him.
'Flik! Flik! Are you okay? Please be okay!' The bird screeched. I grabbed Flik and tried to drag him away with extreme difficulty. I tried to fly but it was no use. The bird was getting closer and closer. I could hear my heart pounding. Suddenly we were grabbed from behind. I looked up to see that it was the bugs Flik had found that had come to our rescue. We were quickly put into a net the spider had made. I could hear the bird's chirping getting nearer.
'Hurry! Hurry!' I begged. The beetle rose into the air, carrying us upwards. I screamed. The bird was barely 4 inches away from us! The beetle increased his speed and was carrying us back towards Ant Island. The bird was ever closer.
'Hurry, Dim, hurry!' shrieked the spider. We just needed to get past the thorn plant and then we would be alright but weather we were going to make it was another matter. The moth tried to distract the bird from the rest of us but this only worked temporarily and it soon was hunting the rest of us again. Were we going to make it and live to see another day? Or were we going to be eaten by this monstrous bird?
I knew I had been wrong about these bugs and I had been wrong about Flik. Now all I really wanted was to tell Flik how sorry I was but I didn't even know if he was still alive. I clung to him, seeking any sort of comfort that I could find and trying not to think about the bird's sharp beak and talons ripping into me.
The thorn plant was getting nearer; maybe we were going to make it! Maybe we weren't gong to die a horrible death after all! Come on! Please! The bird was so close that I could feel its breathe. I screamed. I covered my eyes. There was a thump. Everything still. I could hear muffled sound. Was I dead? I uncovered my eyes. I looked round and saw the other bugs close by. We were sitting on leaves. I looked behind me and saw the thorn plant and the bird flying into the distance. We had made it.
Below us was the entire colony and they were applauding. Flik was by my side but he wasn't moving. I felt a pit in my stomach. What if he was never going to move again? What if he was . . . The warrior bugs helped us to get down to the ground. I called for Dr Flora over the noise and desperately hoped that she could help Flik in some way. Suddenly, I was grabbed by my mother and hugged.
'You're alive!' she breathed 'We were all certain that you would all die.'
'So did I,' I admitted gravely.
'Your highness?' I turned to see Dr Flora, 'Your wing?'
'Don't bother about that now! It's Flik.'
'Flik?' asked my mother, 'What happened to him?'
'The bird sort of attacked him. I don't know weather he's alive or . . . or . . .' I couldn't bear to say it. We ran over to him and Dr Flora began to examine him. My mother turned to me,
'What do you mean 'sort of attacked him'?' I hesitated.
'The bird was aiming for me, b-but, but Flik pushed me out the way . . .' they both looked shocked. I held my breath and looked at Dr Flora.
'It's okay, your highness, he's just been knocked out, he'll probably come round sometime soon,' I let out a sigh of relief. 'His wounds will need to be treated in the infirmary and so will your wing!'