While sitting in the middle of Orion, I felt physically sick. This was where I was born, where I began life outside my chrysalis and now I had retreated to it like a child running home to their parents when the outside world grew too scary. Though I had to wonder whether my feeling of nausea was from my sense of self worth or the thing that was lurking within the base of my gut. No matter. Getting up onto my feet, I moved towards the centre of the city, heading towards the throne room where a king must have once sat but I was not worthy.

Keeping my left side brushing up against the walls, so that I wouldn't be jumped by whatever creature was most likely stalking me at this very moment. Things were beginning to ramp up tension wise with that leviathan roaming around Polaris, the ever increasing number of hatching chrysalis. Overpopulation wasn't so much a threat as a nuisance to myself. There were too many of them and only one me, there wasn't much I could do to stop this exponential growth. There were heavy scents, creatures larger than me were in the area and I stopped. Ahead of me lay the entrance to the crumbling architecture of the throne room, but I couldn't see inside it and hesitantly, I moved forwards further. News had not yet reached me of the disgraced king that now resided here, but I had a feeling and I was indeed looking for a blacksmith. I needed something to hide my shame.