Chrysalis

I strain. I push. I fight with every fibre of muscle and every strand of brain matter to get my body to move forward! Nothing. As an experiment I try to move backwards and find no resistance, but once I move forward again, no dice. I'm frozen in place as long as I attempt to move forward.

This is crazy! The Dungeon is basically refusing to let me walk forwards?! Are you telling me I don't have control of my own limbs?

Dammit, Gandalf! Get your scrawny wizard backside out here and explain this. I won't take another step until this unpleasant phenomenon is spelled out to me. I mean… I can't take another step… but that's not the point!

[Master? Is everything alright?]

I realise then that my comrades have been watching me skuttle backwards and forwards, straining against an invisible barrier in front of the gate for over a minute now. I can imagine it doesn't look at all that sane, prompting Crinis to check in with me.

[I, uh, seem to be experiencing technical difficulties?] I reply.

Crinis is confused.

[I'm not sure what you mean. Is there a problem?]

[In a sense. I can't walk forward.]

[You can't?] She extends a tentacle forward toward the gate and meets no resistance. [I don't think anything is there?]

[This is a little hard to explain. It feels like the Dungeon itself is preventing me from going through the gate. As if it refuses to let me move somewhere that's going to take me up a stratum.]

[The Dungeon isn't letting you move?]

[Yeah, it sounds weird, I know.]

[CONTEMPTIBLE DUNGEON! UNHAND THE MASTER!]

Exploding with wrath, the tentacled shadow-mass unleashes her fury upon the Dungeon. In the literal sense. Stones fly and the bark beneath us splinters as Crinish lashes out blindly. Tiny, witnessing this chaos, naturally does the first thing that pops into his head, which is to join in. Chunks of wood start flying everywhere as the giant ape joyously smashes his mighty fists into the root beneath his feet.

HEY! Knock it off, both of you.

over, a rare expression of

that! Misunderstanding! We didn't mean

this doesn't satisfy the Grove Keeper one bit and he

so brazenly?

don't get your logs soggy,] I retort, [besides, since you're here I have a question for your mum.

why would she help

be dead if

to that. Still bristling with anger the Grove Keeper turns toward the bushes and engages

her roots being disturbed.

preventing me from moving through the gate. Does she have any idea

The Dungeon, you

I get it. Talk to

where I want to walk is freaking me out more than I'm letting on. Not being able to go back up a stratum is one thing, I kind of expected that to happen as I kept evolving, but this constant tug dragging me downwards is something else entirely. Now that I'm aware of it, I'm starting to think it's been there for quite a while and I

also explain why I was so

many monsters have felt it at one time or another, even Mother for a

this mean the Dungeon itself has acknowledged me or something?

experienced it herself? But doesn't now? What made

an

current form, sacrificing much of her potential to be able to create us, her children, she no

an evolution

[Hmmm. Useless?]

know what I meant! Useless in the

long look before

said all she wishes to say on this

totally

they start to extend past me to

[Ha-ha! Friends!]