Chrysalis

When the noise finally died down, Isaac pulled his hands from over his ears and slowly, very slowly, opened his eyes.

The first thing he felt… was relief that the roof hadn’t collapsed on top of him. A good start. Next came the relief that his legs hadn’t fallen off or been crushed, they were simply numb from the incessant shaking of the floor.

Wins all around. Isaac was beginning to hold out hope that his moustache hadn’t fallen straight off his face from the stress, but he deliberately didn’t reach up to check. He wasn’t ready to find out his suspicions were correct after all.

Soundly convinced that he was (sans moustache) in one, sound piece, he began to turn his attention to everyone else.

“Hello! Ant cavalry, sound off!”

He got a few muffled calls, some groans and a few swear words for his efforts. The air was thick with dust and he could barely see ten metres in front of himself.

There must have been a collapse somewhere in the chamber to kick up all this mess; he could only hope nobody not covered in a second skin of minerals had been caught underneath. Confident he wouldn’t get much more out of his human squad mates, he turned to pheromones and called out again.

“Ant cavalry? Who can smell this?”

“How are you, Captain Isaac?”

“Doing well over here!”

“That was something interesting, wasn’t it?”

“Finished napping, then? Ready to get to work?”

“Anyone else want some biscuits and tea when we get back to the ship?”

“Stop slacking, Captain!”

made his way toward them and found the ants had already collected their less active riders and deposited them in a line of sorry-looking sods. Covered in dust and clearly shaken, they

by what had just happened. And why wouldn’t they be? The mountain had been rattled, so it was only fair the mortals were

their faces, shaking hands. Most were able to acknowledge him,

he asked one of the ants. “It’s as thick as me mam’s porridge, even if it tastes better. I can’t see

without the author's approval. Report any appearances

out the rock, but I’m sure someone can spare a

scuttled off while Isaac wondered just what she’d meant when she said they were ‘clearing

the true extent of the devastation. Luckily, the area occupied by the trade mission was undamaged. The brathian merchants were there, along with Eran and her family. The ants were also safe, though most

of the room which led to the exit. Ants were crawling all over the rubble now, doing their best to clear a pathway. Isaac saw immediately what the problem was. With so few ants allowed

a sigh, Isaac headed over to see what he could

met his offer with

hands… to shift

with those? They

he snapped, reaching down to pick

larger than he probably should have, and instantly regretted it. However, he couldn’t put it down now, so he grit his teeth and

squeezed out. “Don’t underestimate the power of

too,” one of the carvers said smugly, holding up one of

kept in the forefront of his mind. The ants

what happened?” he

Eldest,” a chorus of them replied,

around Anthony long enough to

“I’d love to have a little more knowledge about why this