Chrysalid Flowers: Fantasy/Sci-fi

The chrysalid flowers fell softly from the living trees and lay on the ground to be fallow until spring came again. Every two years, the count was, and then the harvesting began. The children of the chrysalids would sit in storage for months on end in the darkness, growing within their shells, stirring, learning to move...until the hatching. Then the glorious burst from the shell of their chrysalid pods, but when they burst out, filled with fat dreams of sun and water, they found themselves instead in the dark, in a cellar beneath the slave pens. So it was for me. And this is the story of how I found my way out of the dark and into the light, and the story of what I learned once the light struck me.