Chrysalis

The Eldest had laid down the challenge and Solant could feel the pressure immediately. Someone like her, not even a full graduate of the Antcademy, was to be put in charge of a battlefield during a wave. Only the authority of the Eldest made something like this possible, the defenders of the nest put their faith in their strongest member and trusted that Solant would not fail them.

The pressure was immense.

Clearly, the Eldest intended to put her and her broodmates directly into the fire, the only place the strongest steel could be forged. The weight of responsibility settled on her carapace immediately, a crushing weight that threatened to drive even the mana from her core.

She welcomed it. More than that, she relished it.

“I am grateful to the Eldest,” she told her precious sisters as they gathered in their chamber after torpor. “Either we are right in what we do and how we do it, or we are wrong. If we are wrong, let us fail now, before too much damage can be done. If we are right, then let us succeed, and lead the family to victory.”

The others listened solemnly, fully aware of what was riding on their performance in battle that day.

“We’re with you,” Leonidant assured her. “All the way.”

“Of course. There’s no such thing as a general, unless there is an army.”

Two parts of a single whole.

When they emerged from the chamber, they found the Eldest and the three guardians waiting for them.

the big day?” the Eldest asked, looming over them without trying

confirmed, no hint of wavering in

charge,

little taken aback at the thought of leading the Eldest anywhere in the nest, Solant nevertheless stepped forward and marched to

ants swarmed everywhere, rushing in and out of the dozens of tunnels that led from this one central hub. Some were returning to rest, others shifting from one field of engagement to another. The

still in attendance. With their unmatched speed, they could leap from one hotspot to another, the best relief force in the

announced to the frazzled Victor, who sat surrounded by messengers

the Eldest looming in the back. “Oh. Fine. Go quickly and don’t make any mistakes. We’re hard

We will

little general turned and led her procession to the tunnel scent-marked as A3. She had led the troops in this

arrived, she immediately made contact with the general in

to take command of the tunnel for the next twelve hours,” she announced to the far larger

ant sized her

happening in two hours. I’ll inform

Solant snapped out a quick salute with her antennae

uninterested by the minutiae of leadership, the Eldest moved to one side of the tunnel and flopped down with the three guardians beside them. It hurt her heart to see the strongest fighting force of the Colony doing nothing, but then

she reminded herself, if they don’t think it’s a waste of time, then

all of the troops waiting for their turn on the frontline. She needed to check in with the healers, the soldiers, the