Chrysalis

When Sarah woke, she felt a deep sense of peace. She remembered this feeling, from before, when the rage had burned itself out and she had collapsed, exhausted, in a tunnel. When she woke, the fear and anger were blessedly muted, consumed. It wouldn’t last long. She would slowly rouse herself to find the signs of battle all around her, claw marks dug into the walls, remnants of Biomass hanging from the ceiling and no idea what had happened.

From there it was only a matter of time until she succumbed again.

This time, it was different. She woke surrounded by ants, the warm light of their healing magic covering her and offerings of food placed in front of her. She ate gratefully. Replenishing her energy would be just as important as the healing.

With food in her stomach and the worst of her wounds on the mend, she felt comfortable enough to stand up and make her way back toward the ant fortifications. No doubt the fighting continued somewhere, but she was not ready to contribute, emotionally or physically.

She looked forward to a break. Some time to relax and relish this sense of peace would be wonderful.

It lasted a full ten minutes until she remembered something she really shouldn’t have forgotten.

Jim!

He’d reached out to her just before she’d fallen asleep. Surrounded by the Colony, there was no chance he would be able to get away!

Jim was her friend. Had been her friend. She’d spent years with him. Held captive by the golgari, they had relied on each other for support. He’d been the first and only other

each other, laughed together.

having a chance to live, it was difficult to think of her friend

point, where he thought his actions were right, she had no idea. What he’d

Colony do? What would

time. To them, he was nothing less than a killer of the young. She

a monster! He was a person from Earth. Would Anthony really

did that even mean? How were any of the thousands and thousands of ants in the Colony less worthy, less a living creature with thoughts,

Anthony the same as Jim? No. The two were fundamentally different. Anthony had dived into his new life as a monster, creating

some ways, she felt that Anthony was happier to be

another former human? Someone with similar experiences, similar memories? And what if he did? Would she have the right

staging grounds. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t find any good answers. What was morally right

was easy when sentient beings got