Chrysalis

The Mother Tree had a name. At least, she’d had a name. The memory was there, vague and distant, tucked in the recesses of her mind. She could recall that she’d had feet, and hands, and eaten food, though such memories were so faint that she couldn’t really recall what it was like.

She’d done it, certainly, but how it had actually felt. That, she could no longer recall.

Birth, or rebirth, on Pangera, now that she could recall. The cold and heartless System welcome, followed by her awakening as a brand new life-form.

A plant-type monster. The sense of horror she’d felt was visceral, though now it was hard to relate to the person she’d been in that moment. Back then, the memories of being human, of being Rose, had been fresh. Trapped in a sightless, limbless form had been a nightmare. She hadn’t even had a mouth with which to scream.

Roots and leaves had seemed so foreign to her then, strange and useless. How attitudes shifted with the times. Were she offered a human body now, she would reject it out of hand. The plant was superior to the animal in every way. She’d just needed time to realise it.

[Rosa Spina.]

That had been her species. Perhaps a play on her name? Had that been enough to convince the System to reincarnate her as a plant? Or perhaps her work as a botanist had been the deciding factor.

Regardless, those early weeks had been difficult.

or bears clashing, or snakes stealing

knew better,

are vines that will strangle trees to death over the course of decades. Every plant is locked in competition with its neighbours every second of every day in a battle that will last until

played out too. It

seeking: mana. The more she had, the

another of her own kind, several days after her rebirth. There had never been any hope of cooperation between them, that wasn’t how things worked. That plant had probably been a sibling of hers,

period of weeks, her roots had invaded, choking her neighbour out of the precious mana

would repeat that action thousands of times over the

were playing. As creatures of pure energy, they intermingled and conversed with each other using the language only those

fall upon them, the bruan'chii danced and waved, and her

innocent, her children. Too

of how close she had come to losing them, she felt anger shake her branches. Even after all this time, even after all the strength and power she had accumulated,