13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter thirteen

Five Years Later

In the grand cavern, I sit upon my throne. My majestic seat is carved from an ancient tree that seems to have grown from the very heart of the earth. Its gnarled roots twist around my feet. Above my head, a headdress of intertwined branches and vibrant flowers crowns me. There is no mistaking me as Queen.

Beneath the luminous canopy of bioluminescent moss, young Eldruk play happily on the soft moss-covered floor. Their laughter echoes through the cavern. Over the years, I have birthed many beautiful, healthy Eldruk — both boys and girls. After all, that was why I was brought here — to help repopulate the colony, to ensure its survival and prosperity.

As I watch the young Eldruk play, Stripe enters. I point to a young female Eldruk, she is no older than two years old.

"That one," I say.

Stripe nods, understanding. He picks up the female gently, his large hands careful and precise.

"Kill it," I command.

As you wish, my queen.

He turns and leaves with the young Eldruk, his steps echoing solemnly.

I remain seated, my expression composed. It's a harsh decree, but necessary. There were no females when I arrived here, and now there are many. I alone am Queen. None shall usurp my crown.

In the shadows of the great tree, I sit — a queen both revered and feared. A protector who nurtures, culls, and fucks.