Chrysalis

Odren, the Father of Monsters, oldest and first amongst the Ancients, we beseech thee.

Grant us freedom from the prison that binds us.

Preserve us from the creations of your power.

Watch over and protect us with your omnipresent sight.

Save us from ourselves.

- Prayer of the Cult of Origin

Lost in my own thoughts, the next few hours blow past without me really noticing. The Colony finished setting everything up, setsulah arkesh came and haggled over everything, mostly the jewellery, also the end table, then it was time to pack up again.

The only thing that really jolted me out of my thoughts was when the table in question was eventually purchased. As the winning setsulah claimed the prize on behalf of his ka’armodo, he decided to open the drawers to make a full inspection of the purchase, only to recoil in surprise when a demon sprang loose.

Uncoiling himself and leaping in one smooth motion, Odin bellowed his fury, blade arms flashing with murderous red light.

[Anthony! I’m coming for your head!]

I swatted him out of the air with my mandibles.

you ended up? I could have

and Odin was rounded up without any further incident, which was

on the mountain home of the ka’armodo, Desert Basin, has come to an

unmitigated disaster in one form or another

don’t even know what it means for me, this so-called Truth. Is there an option where I become the twentieth Ancient, then tell the others to get stuffed? I’m guessing in that case they would band together to put me down and try and

Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please

the best solution is that I help raise

I was certain the Ancients escaping wouldn’t destroy the planet. This is too much for my poor aching brains, I’m

until I know more. There’s nothing they can do about any of this in the present moment, and the

will be a wonderful supplement to our own harvesting

we can see about fixing the

our trade fleet back on the water. The nest is torn down in short order and the column of ants once again marches through the port streets,

in place, balanced on the deck of the large, wide tub while the brathian crew works around me. There’s a lot that goes into getting a ship like this to move the way they want

slapping any of the crew with my antennae accidentally. And

clearly my mistake.

lesser insults than this! My anger isn’t

suspended above my head in his

I was sorry, now come on, let it go. We are out on the water, sailing! Great big adventure!