The Living Metaphor

So this is a thing I thought up a while ago, in a similar way to Shadow for those who know it. It popped into my head and I played out all the scenarios and stuff in my mind whilst walking to school and such. Over active imaginations are useful sometimes XD This was just a interesting idea for me and I must say I'm surprised that so few (if any exactly) people have thought of such a possibility. I believe my idea originated from someone's story about Baird finding a baby locust (who he calls Chip) and taking care of him throughout the war with the aid of Sam. I hope my idea is just as intriguing to others as it is to me and I also hope I'll do it justice. If anyone does decide to steal bits or add scenes or anything feel free just ask first and make sure I'm credited. I'm not expecting that to happen but I'm allowed to be hopeful... Right? Reviews as said by every author ever are greatly appreciated just be constructive please don't worry to much about my feels I'm thick skinned so long as you're not being a dick for no reason. Anyway no ones likes a rambler so I'll go now and let you read XD I'll try to be more regular than I have with shadow with updates and on that note, toodle doo!

Prologue

Death's putrid scent infected the air. Bodies of the fallen lay broken on the ground, the faint cries of those soon to join them echoing through the otherwise silent landscape. Several pairs of heavy boots walked their way through the wreckage, one growling orders at those in his group who hasn't died. The seven locust warriors whom survived out of the original ten grunted back, before spreading out to finish off the dying with sick pleasure.

The youngest of the foul group wandered the furthest through the wrecked town, not at all unnerved by the total devastation. He grinned to himself at their success. They had risen this day and made themselves known to the surface-dwellers, what his queen named humans, and they had killed thousands, if not millions of the weak and thin creatures who had wrongly claimed the surface which should be theirs.

He looked around him shooting one of their males who had awoken and started sobbing, pathetically. He grunted in distaste before continuing, reaching the outer edge of the town. The locust had made his way nearly around the whole perimeter before
hearing the faint cries of something strange. Following the sound confusedly, he made his way to them reaching a half burnt down house.

Once the door was down he was in. The strange lights were still working, leaving the home lit up and easy to navigate through the destroyed furniture. The cries sounded again from underneath him. Uneasy the creature thought of abandoning his curiosities, until they resounded through again, louder and more desperate than before. He found a small hatch, broken by a fallen cupboard, and cleared a path to and through the small opening. Shrill cries started up again but this time didn't stop leaving the locust to cringe at the sharp sounds.

He found a small bundle of cloth on the ground. Flailing limbs escaped the bundle making the large creature approaching step bake, unsure about what it was. And then it clicked. He crouched next to it and roughly pulled away some of the blankets revealing a red-eyed, wet-faced and shocked human youngling. He growled at it pulling out his Boltok and aiming it at its forehead when the small hands it owned reached out towards him, making a strange but happy sounding noise. It sounded like laughing but smaller. The pistol was lowered and sheathed and without thinking he picked up the strange creature still wrapped in the bundle and left the building.

The locust headed straight back to the tunnels uncaring of any punishments he'd receive for abandoning his post. He needed to know what to do with this thing.Now.

He reached Nexus and instead of curiosity induced determination his finally felt nervous. Not only had he ignored orders but he had brought a human youngling into the main city. He gulped and realised it was too late now, and instead placed on his soldier face asking one of the palace guards for immediate audience with the Queen. He received an odd look for the now sleeping human child in his arms but he ignored it. After several minutes he was granted his request and he soon stood before the Queen.

"Well? What was so urgent you needlessly abandoned your duties!" He flinched at the sharpness before placing the child on the ground.

"What is this? A child of our enemy! Why have you brought one of their young to me!" He took a breath avoiding eye contact with the Queen Myrrah, and finally answering.

"I found it and was unsure what to do with it. It could be useful in the future and killing a youngling seemed wrong if a use could be found." He made up the usefulness, hopefully if he was thought to be attempting to help his insolence would be looked over more.

" USEFUL! HOW IS A HUMAN BABE USEFUL!" Apparently not. He deigned not to reply seeing that it would probably get him a more painful punishment.

However after some thought her majesty calmed.

"Actually... Maybe the babe could be of use. Twist it's mind to be of ours.. Why the little one could infiltrate their ranks when she's old enough, stick a knife deep through their backs and they'd never know..." She smiled
and laughed an awful, spine chilling laugh that'd haunt the minds of men had there been any there capable of knowing the evil behind it. Queen Myrrah strode up to, and picked up the sleeping child with a wolf-like smile on her face. Her voice dropped so quiet it could barely be heard in the quiet of the room. "Yes.. You shall be a great asset little one. You shall be like the planet. Human upon the surface but lying within your true self is and always shall be locust. The horde will need you. Those pathetic surface-dwelling humans will never see you truly till it's too late." The babes eyes opened revealing a grass green. "You are like our planet. Our planet, Sera. Hm.. If you are like our planet, why not be named after it."
Her voice raised again. " Sera. Humanity's downfall has always come from within. Withintheirplanet, withintheirhearts and now from withintheirown people." Her smirk stayed on her face as
she took away the child ignoring the shell-shocked drone.

15 Years later

A young woman stands on the ground panting. A hand is placed on her shoulder and she looks up. Queen Myrrah removes the hand and nods simply saying "It's time" before departing herself.

She walks away, chin raised high, fury infecting her young soul. The humans had released the damn as Jacinto sunk and flooded her home. She will kill them.

First she'd kill Delta.

They had discovered their plot of sinking the city, and so must've been the ones who made sure her home was destroyed. She clamped her jaw, refusing the tears she'd stopped shedding since her first few years alive.

Sera had one thought in her mind.

Revenge.

I'm going off the GoW wikitimeline for what's going on here. Sera is recently ayear old when brought to Myrrah so is 16 when Jacinto is sunk. I hope I've got Myrrahs evilness down alright but we don't see her for a while so it doesn't matter rn I guess. See ya next time!