Chrysalis

Beyn was nervous, yet exultant, but terrified whilst also experiencing a deep sense of unfurling faith. The enormity of the moment wasn't lost on him, far from it, this was the first time the holy ones, the Great One, would be exposed to the wider community of Pangera! And he, Beyn the one-armed, humble priest, was to be the spokesman, the representative that would communicate their glory to the world!

… except that he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to say any of the words that exploded in his heart and soared to the snow-capped peaks of his soul. He felt wracked with a pain that sent shudders through his entire frame as he strove to restrain himself. He had already failed once, in a shameful display that had brought swift retribution from the Great One. Richly deserved punishment that nevertheless sent him into paroxysms of faith induced joy. It was wrong for him to find such delight in the touch of the one he revered so, but he couldn't help it! He wasn't worthy, wretched unbeliever that he had once been, far too lost to receive such contact!

Behind him, the rest of the delegation looked on with eyes bulging from their heads. Even if they knew he was being disciplined, to see Priest Beyn receive the touch of the Great One elevated him to new heights in their esteem. Truly, he was the right person to lead their congregation. Selected by the Great One the moment they breached the surface, this level of closeness only reaffirmed his eminence.

Beyn himself continued to battle within himself, a titanic clash that consumed him as he desperately strove to say only the words he was meant to.

Suddenly, he felt the touch of the Great One upon his mind and tears began to well in his eyes. He wasn't worthy!

[Look, just chill out, alright? You look like you're about to pass out, I swear to goodness you're vibrating in place! Deep breaths. Just breathe.]

Covertly, the priest attempted to follow this advice in the depths of his hood. Inhale. Exhale. He focused and tried to still his frantic thoughts and emotions. It worked, a little, maybe enough.

[Okay now. Just remember what we need you to say and how we need to come across here. We don't want them knowing what they're dealing with, not yet, alright?]

Beyn nodded to himself. Yes, he must maintain this shameful charade for the time being. It would be painful, it would be difficult, but he could do this! He gathered himself and began to speak once more, hoping that his unusual delay had gone largely unnoticed.

called, "THERE NEED BE NO MORE HARM DONE THIS DAY! SEND

pause as his words were

we'd rather talk from where we are, if it's

to talk with the Great One?!

in there and talk with them,] the Great One cut in, heading

what he meant,

WELL WILL COME OVER

"Fine! I'll come out!"

walking over. Beyn took a moment to study this person, as he felt the thousands of ants in view were also doing, their collective

abandoned the safety of his wall to venture out, alone, and walk

but also somehow toward the Great One, a gesture which raised him in Beyn’s esteem immensely. "I head the guard here in Rylleh, the guard you have so roundly defeated this

yourself or your soldiers for such a failing, your defeat was a foregone conclusion, with the army

ants who covered every surface of every building he could see from where he stood. Each monster was perfectly still, barely a twitch of an antenna to show that they still lived. Despite their eyes not needing to focus, he could almost feel that their attention was on him, not the least the

was enough to drive

it is that has brought about this… invasion. I find it difficult to imagine what a human in charge of such

the man blankly for a moment before he remembered. Oh, right! The fiction! He was supposed