Chrysalis

Something was off, Sloan could feel it.

“What word from the walls?” she demanded of her scout coordinator.

The distinguished scout, Postant, had been working with her for months, and responded immediately to the sudden demand.

“Holding firm at last report.”

“And the tunnels?”

“Same. There’s been no significant change.”

“That can’t be right. I want a fresh runner sent topside immediately. There’s something going on around here, I can feel it in my antennae.”

“As you wish, general,” said Postant before she turned to direct her scouts.

But as information continued to trickle in, everything seemed… fine. The wave was being held off pretty well all around the fortress. Ants were fighting hard, gaining Levels, training their Skills, and a constant stream of Biomass and cores flowed into the nest, precious resources needed to grow the Colony. Everything was going so well, yet she couldn’t help but feel that something terrible was not only about to happen, but possibly already had.

The runners came back soon after, no significant changes, everything was holding steady. In fact, things were probably a little better than they’d been the day before.

“Better?” Sloan couldn’t believe it. “How are things better?”

“I’m not sure,” Postant replied after conferring with her troops. “The general feeling is that the defence is holding firmer than previously, but nobody has really been able to pin down a reason why.”

Sloan thought back. She’d been on the job since yesterday, could she recall any significant changes since then? Directing the flow of the defence in the tunnels had been her sole responsibility in all that time, so if anyone had noticed a difference, it should have been her!

The general pondered the question.

“Let me see the latest troop report,” she said suddenly.

Other generals, members of her staff, quickly pulled out the stone tablet marked with dense and detailed pheromones, rows and numbers that described the numbers of available troops. There was a change! The number had gone up.

“Have the reinforcements arrived?” she asked as she continued to trace her antenna over the tablet.

“Not yet, general. They aren’t scheduled to arrive for another three days.”

Eldest wanted, but she would have really preferred more fighting ants instead. Still, she felt bad that Mendant and Francis hadn’t been listened to, to the extent that the Eldest had

made a difference. Where had they come from, though? A wave of freshly healed troops

shifting error putting more ants on the frontlines than there should be? Even more

we start our shift, Postant?” Sloan asked,

hours ago, general,”

hours, how had she not noted such

her mind halting in its

say?”

Postant shifted.

“Thirty-six hours, general.”

shouldn’t be the case. It couldn’t be the

she cried, and the generals sprung into action, igniting the braziers

flames crackled all around them, driving the shadows away as every ant eyed even the tiniest sliver of

finish up soon,” she told everyone.

wasn’t good to push your limits too

slip by during such pressure-filled situations as these. She brushed her antennae through her elbow joints, cleaning

they hadn’t come for her already. Thirty-six hours was a lot… not

again,” she requested, taking hold of

a reason there were more ants in the fight. The listing, which usually read Casualties of rest, was missing

a single

began to tremble and the tablet fell from her grasp to clatter against the stone floor of the chamber. Her staff shifted, surprised to see her so

messages to

“It’s too late for

shadow loomed like an impenetrable ocean of darkness. She could almost

need runners sent immediately,” she rounded on Postant. “Get in touch with Victor, let her know that they haven’t taken anyone in an entire

It’s FAR too late for that.

Heresy. Heresy. Heresy. Heresy.

Unbeliever. Unbeliever. Unbeliever.

realm of madness the waking could

fires!” she

braziers burned brightly, the next, they were gone. The fires sputtered and died,

that, shadows

She shivered in fear at the thought of what may await her. The comfortable bed, the carapace

going!” she protested to nobody, “we’re going to rest soon! An hour is