Chrysalis

Beyn was troubled in spirit, something he had rarely been during his life. He remembered his time in the seminary, training to serve The Path. Even at that young age, his spirit had burned with certainty and divine purpose. He had risen long before the sun and slept long after it had set, devoting his every waking moment to the scripture, his meditations and the development of his oratory skills. It had been a simple time of purity and growth, one that he was fond of.

But the measure of his devotion in those years would pale in comparison to the blaze that would awaken in his later life. With the loss of his arm, an even greater purpose would be revealed to him, a deeper truth! And yet, he was unable to serve as he so desired!

"Priest Beyn. How are you feeling?"

He was dragged from his thoughts by a voice and he turned to see one of the true believers, Margaret, approaching him with concern.

"I am fine, sister," he assured her, "my symptoms have abated at last and I make haste to the temple to join our brethren."

A look of relief flashed over the middle aged woman's face.

is a relief, Priest. We feared the worst when

of Coolant, he might have died down

how could he not sense the tension that was in the air? More than anything he yearned to lend his support,

nowhere to direct it! If he didn't find a way to channel these emotions he felt as if he might

the church. Many people called out to him and he waved back to them with his remaining arm, stopping to exchange a few words here and there

haven't they?" Margaret noted with obvious pride. "I was worried that the newcomers wouldn't

Beyn only smiled.

this would be largely due to the way the building incorporated the Colony, with viewing hatches built into the walls,

strode toward the Church. The feelings of helplessness he experienced during his convalescence had built within him and he needed to be amongst the devoted once more to seek relief.

as the Colony member had inspected their own humble carvings, including the statue of the Great One that featured prominently inside. They were never

he struggled for a moment to restrain the tears that threatened to fall as he took in the sheer beauty before him. There were always people who gathered outside the building to admire it, but Beyn had no time for them today. Normally he would stay to speak, perhaps even preach, but not today. He moved through