Oooooh, just the thought of your parents made your insides wriggle in excitement and joy. Because of them, you were essentially the perfect being. Hell, as a larva, you shouldn't have even been talking yet, but you were already getting a minor hang of your shapeshifting abilities to the point you could hold your vocal chords together to say a few words at a time. You'd already heard how the adults complimented you, revering your obvious intelligence and innate skills. Your brood was part of the newest generation, the best generation. Generation Anon. And you, well you were at the top of the damn class.