Merchent343's Short Stories

Cold.

Cold. Dark. Crowded.

Cold. Dark. Hungry.

Queen. Gather. Talk. Promise.

Gather. Promise. Swarm. Feed.

Dark. Hungry. Feed.

Swarm. Tunnel. Light. Sand. Leave.

Gather. Swarm. Fly. Air. Wind.

Fly. Sand. Grass. Forest. Promise.

Queen. Promise. Feed.

Night. Cold. Dark. Lonely.

Hungry.

Sleep.

Sun. Light. Morning. Swarm.

Queen. Promise. Leave.

Swarm. Wait.

Hungry.

Sleep.

Morning. Hungry. Restless.

Promise. Feed.

Swarm. Gather. Fly.

Forest. Mountains. City. Shield.

Waiting.

Swarm. Shield. Hit. Crack. Shatter. City.

Fire. Food. Prey. Feed. Emotion. Attack.

FEED.

Emotion. Rip. Feed. Prey. Feed.

Hungry. More.

Feed. Emotion. Stronger.

Guard. Swarm. Fight. Avoid. Bind. Feed.

Victory.

Shield. Strike. Queen. Promise.

Falling.

Thought.

Nothing.

Queen Chrysalis gazed across the grassy field, as her surviving Changelings - no, her children - gathered themselves together after their disastrous defeat.

Her bid for the survival of her species had failed.

Casting her gaze down, she noticed the limp body of one of her children, lying prone at her hooves. What, she mused, led them to sacrifice themselves for her? What did they think, inside of their minds? She had conversed with hundreds, but she was no closer to finding out than she was all those years ago, when she had been... Corrupted into her current form.

"My Queen!" One of her Changelings said, walking up to her.

"Yes, my child?" Chrysalis replied.

The Changeling bowed his head. "We are ready to leave, Your Majesty."

Chrysalis did not acknowledge him, instead looking out at the field, at the scattered bodies of her swarm, and at the emancipated survivors that were left.

"My Queen?" Her Changeling, her very child, asked.

"Let us leave." Chrysalis ordered, her swarm quickly gathering and heading in the direction of the Hive. As she walked at the lead, she cast one final glance back at the field, the grave for the final hopes of the Changelings.

And in particular at one Changeling, finally at peace.