Who is the Queen of Dying?
Fern learns about the Queen of Dying (a mythological wasp-beast) and how the wasps view a dark moment in ant history.
Author's Notes
From draft 3 of Deathborn.
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It was decided that the journey would start early in the morning, mostly because thatâs when preparations were finished. Twister and Myco would lead, with Twister managing the soldiers and burrowers, and Myco managing everything else. The ants selected for the trip were alerted by couriers.
It was Chop who sought out Fern and told her sheâd be coming along, much to Fernâs surprise. At first Fern was suspicious, but a quick bout of snooping proved it was true. Okay, weâre off to a good start. One thingâs gone right, so far, Fern had thought.
Now she was with Chop near the main entrance of the colony.
All the ants had been given lightweight rations of nectar or juice in hollow seeds with the instruction to save them for the Ancient Colonyâs depths. The scholars carried bundles of rolled up leaves. After ensuring everyone understood the plan and the route, they set off. A crowd gathered to watch them until they disappeared into the brambles and their scents were blown away in the breeze.
The walk started off peaceful. The giants were an ever-present threat but avoidable so long as they stuck to the center of the thicket and traversed the proper pathways. Sharp thorns that the birds were wary of only harmlessly glanced off the insectsâ bones, if they were somehow clumsy enough to bump against the huge things in the first place. Even better, there were no grasshopper sightings.
Soon, the cloud of unease that had settled around them dispersed, and some small talk started up. Twister allowed it.
After she was certain that she wouldnât be lectured at for speaking, Fern turned to a wasp marching alongside her and coughed. The wasp must have thought it was hilariously squeaky, and that did wound her pride a little.
The wasp tilted her head to the side so one eye looked down at the swarm of ants beside her. Her eyes were covered in spots and splotches of brown and amber. âEh? Whoâs that?â
âHi. Itâs me,â Fern said, âI wanted to ask something.â
âGo on.â
âSo, back at your hive there was a wasp named Frond,â Fern said, âShe told me about this thing called the Queen of DyingâŚâ
âMm,â Dapple said, âThe Queen of Dying. She is a fierce hunter, a bringer of disease.â
âDisease is bad, though. And you have a song about praising her.â
âTrue. Disease is bad, but when something is killed by her, we get to eat, so there are reasons to sing our praises. Like after a successful hunt, or when we find a dead mouse.â
âBut couldnât she also kill you?â
Dapple nodded. âOf course. The Queen canât afford to be picky with prey any more than you or me, and we know to be careful of her wrath⌠but a little âthank youâ never hurt anyone.â
âI guess not.â
Fern wondered if the Queen of Dying was real. If a deathborn could be real, why not her? Then she had another thought. âWhat do you mean by wrath?â she asked.
âFamines, plagues, those kinds of things. You know, I was just talking with Twister about this earlierâŚâ
âOh, donât tell me,â Twister groaned from the front of the swarm without turning to face them.
âNo, no,â Dapple snapped, although it was more good-natured than irritated, âI didnât get to say it last time because you were so busy huffing and puffing. Besides, a story will help us pass the time.â
âJust be quiet about it, Iâm in no mood to fight preybugs.â
âOf course, of course,â Dapple nodded, âYou see everyone, way back when, many generations ago, there were grey-shelled ants. We wasps werenât too friendly with them, but we werenât enemies either. Mostly, we just stayed out of each otherâs way. Although, sometimes they ate a wasp or we ate an ant, as tends to happen.
âNow, normally we donât care much about the histories of other bugs. Youâve got to focus on yourself, keep the grubs fed, write your own stories and all that. One day, though, some hunters noticed some strange things by the grey-shellsâ place. We saw in the graveyard that there was growing a pile of bodies filled with deathroots, and our hunters were coming home with rooted prey.
âWe started talking to those ants, worried the disease might cause us trouble. And the hunters had noticed non-ants falling ill, too. Well, the grey-shells had made a grave mistake, theyâd dug right into the chamber of the great Queen of Dying, and she had cursed them for disturbing her rest. They didnât realize it, of course.â
Twister scoffed.
Dapple ignored her and continued her story in an even lower voice, âWe offered them help. We had a plan, you see: A big heap of food would be just the thing to put her at ease. Enough for her to take a long rest once more, so long as her nest remained undisturbed.â
âDid the ants take that advice?â Fern asked.
Dapple shrugged. âI donât know,â she said, âI just know that eventually, there were less and less ants coming from that nest entrance, and then there were none at all.â
âWhen I was a larva, someone told me a story about wasps being compelled to walk into that nest and never return! I had nightmares in my cocoon!â a yellowjacket added, âThatâs why we donât dig anymore.â
Fern opened her mouth to speak, but Dapple cut her off.
âThe storyâs not over yet, thereâs one more part. The Queen wasnât done with the ants. The story goes she crawled out of her nest to hunt the last of those flying ants down, but our queen, Mighty Queen Elm, bravely defied the Queen of Dyingâs wrath.â
Now Fern was highly interested. âWhat? Really?â
âYes,â Dapple said, âDisease followed her wherever she went. All kinds of other creatures were getting sick, they say even the plants and mushrooms were getting all shriveled up, so Elm gathered up her best hunters and prepared a feast for the Queen of Dying. She sealed her and all the dead bugs that could be found underground. They say there were some ants still alive that helped, but I donât know if I believe that.â
âAnd the Queen of Dying stayed down there until now?â Fern asked.
âDepends on who ya ask, and whether who youâre asking wants to scare ya. Anywayââ
 âWait a minute, you believe in this Queen of Dying thing, but donât believe an ant or two couldâve survived a plague?â Twister asked.
âPlagues are efficient things once they get going. You lot were lucky, though, ya got a warning first.â
âWe were. But efficient? Weâve got spotted bugs running around.â
âThat is weird,â Dapple admitted.
âA mercy from the Queen after all these seasons, maybe,â a wasp suggested.
âA proper mercy would be taking the stupid root back to whatever underworld it crawled out of.â Twisterâs tone was bitter.
The wasps all looked at one another and shrugged.