When I was young, I wasn't happy. I wasn't free or rich, I didn't even have a family. My childhood was a desolate thing.

I struggled to survive in the oldest, biggest hive ever to be built outside the Changeling Kingdom. War and poverty plague my home as the Hive prepares for a conflict it could not possibly win. I learnt to survive here when I was merely a new born. Foraging from scraps and hiding from sight, always looking over my shoulder.

I don't have a name, but this is my story.