Chrysalis

I really hate this.

And when I say that, don’t think that I’m speaking lightly or any such thing. This isn’t one of those times when someone says they hate it when they put their socks on inside out, or they hate it when their food is a little cold.

I mean I hate this.

Currently, I sit, a sullen lump of sparkling carapace, in the centre of a vast formation of ants. There are scouts roaming and looking for threats. There are healers monitoring my condition. There are squads of soldiers and generals patrolling around the clock. There are teams of mages tunnelling beneath me and fortifying the stone.

Even the humans are in on it! I can see Beyn from where I sit, leading the gathered faithful in some sort of ceremony whilst his followers weep and point at me. Some even fall to their knees, raising their hands to the sky as if overcome with emotion.

I’m just evolving! This is what monsters are supposed to do, right?! It happens all the damn time… nothing special is going on over here.

[Do I really have to sit here and wait?] I complain for the hundredth time.

[Yes, Master,] Crinis says happily. [You aren’t allowed to move until the fortress is complete.]

I give her the evil eye, which she brushes off easily. The little murder-ball has been way too pleased by this turn of events. Having me under this absurd lock-down protocol seems to have finally relieved her of a deep-seated source of stress.

Namely, me.

She’s busy humming to herself and weaving her tentacles into fantastic shapes in order to practise her control, pleased as punch that, for once, I can’t get myself into trouble.

[What about you, Tiny?] I cast about for an ally. [You must be bored out of your brain, right? Want to break out and leave?]

My first ally on Pangera opens one eye lazily. Then he yawns.

[Sleepy,] he says, before he closes his eyes and rolls over.

[Traitor,] I grumble.

Invidia is my only hope now. The green eye blazes as he stares down at me from his position on top of Tiny.

[Give your levelssss to meeeee,] he hisses.

any

to maintain my dignity, I’d roll onto my back and kick my legs

here! Let me

cores.” Protectant appears and dumps another pile on

looked so smug as

before you bring them to me?”

that are carefully examined before being brought within the Carapace Curtain. Everything is obsessively checked, even the Biomass. It’s insane, and what makes me even more exasperated is that I appear to

Protectant smugly says, her smug face smugging up the air with thick

you?” I collapse, filled

readily admits. “I wanted to have you under this sort of protection from day

unwise,” Coolant says as she approaches. “The Eldest will only tolerate this for a short time, and only because they believe we are at least partially correct to act as we

the record, I believe no such thing,” I declare wearily. “This is me

the Colony as it flows into me as clearly as I know my own thoughts. They are determined, obsessed even, with ensuring that I evolve perfectly and safely. It’s such an overwhelming outpouring of support and love that I can’t exactly spit in

appreciate it,” Coolant assures me. “Arrangements are being made as quickly as possible. Granin and his team have been notified and are on their way down. We are doing everything we can to secure the most powerful cores we can find to push your energy as far as it will go. Construction is occurring around the clock, and the bruan’chii have agreed to lend their support in defending us. It

sit here, smush

“Yes.”

“... Fine.”

having all of this focus, attention and effort being put on

now, just to have a sticky-beak, but I know that’s a bad idea. All the advice I’ve ever had suggests that it's far better to wait until everything is set before exposing oneself to temptation. There’s no

in the mountain going? Any luck flushing out the last of the termites?” I ask,

in the depths,” Coolant replies,

“Something wrong?”

mage ponders for a moment before

replies. “They tunnelled so deep, and expanded their gardens so far, that we believe they may have begun

at

“What?! That’s insane!”

available, it will take weeks to thoroughly explore it all.

That… isn’t good.

They may not even need to evolve to start the process! Despite crushing this colony, we may have

to be a pain in the abdomen,” I groan. I flick my antennae at the thousands of ants currently posted to guard me. “Don’t you think they have

priority for the Colony. It will be months before rogue termite nests have grown enough to be any sort

Dammit. Well, I tried.