Several days later, fine strands of dry webbing crisscrossed over the pathway that lead into the endless, misty, forest its canopy a mixture of brittle bone pine, and the ocasional laughing ceader where shafts of light danced and mixed with the spotted shadows.

Working on this chapter atm so might be a little odd for a while.

She cut through it with her daggers. The sticky threads stuck to her fingers as she pulled them off the blade's edges. Not good, this is so not good!

"Are you certain this is the right way?" She said. Didn't count on spiders being here. She looked around. Damn it, this is bad.

"Yes." Parcival pulled strands of the webbing off his sword while walking.

"The city isn't much further now."

She almost jumped out of her boots from a scratching behind them. Whirling around, dangers ready.

Parcival jumped back. "Quit it! Are you trying to impale me?"

"As if I could do that, sir."

He prused his lips and tighting them into a thin line. "this isn't the time to jest. Walk faster... we need to make camp." He increased the pace, he stomped forward.

Thought it was funny, guess not. It was getting darker, the sun dropped further behind the skeletal trees. A sliding sound above. The hairs on her arms stood up. Ordain it!

Poison dripped onto her forehead and started to burn. Now the spidernabs went into the trees? It wouldn't die!

"Run!"

Parcival and Han froze.

"No, don't look for it, you ninnies, just move!"

She pushed on his chest while turning him about. Then did the same to Han. "Go!"

"I resent being—"

She growled at him. The tentative hold on Unnamed started to slip and threatened to rip through her layers of self-control. Unnamed stirred.

Shut up! Kill it and let me sleep.

Don't order me around!

Shivering some of her energy returned, it wasn't as tiring standing and constant headache dulled some. She grabbed both their arms, flipping them over twenty feet away, onto the soft grasses.

"Fizt?" Han babbled and wobbled from being ripped out of a sound sleep. Boom. Parcival was less lucky cracking his arm on a large boulder. "Ieee!"

The spider-nab dropped out of the tree. She growled at it, unable to speak. Her body dripped with sweat. Daggers in hand.

It lunged at her aiming for her head.

She dodged it then sliced at its leg. The dagger bounced off, almost flying from her hand. How'd it ever get this far out?

"Thought I killed you, O' king Arachnida!"

Parcival and Han ran over.

Parcival's eyes crackled with energy as he spread his feet and cupped his hands together. Spreading them an energy ball shot out from his palms. It hit the spider-nab on its thorax, it backed away squealing.

"Die already!" Parcival poked its abdomen with his saber. "Is this the same spider?" He eyed it while fending off its attacks. "There look." Pointing at its head, where an ear was missing. It knocked them both down. It hissed louder then grabbed her with its front legs and sank its dripping fangs into her arm.

She screamed. The burning shot up her arm as the pain hit it snapped all self-control left.

The spider-nab let out an airy squeal, dropped her, and faced the others.

She folded over and fell on her side. Sounds became muted, the world a dull haze.

"Parcival quit... with it and kill it already," Han said.

How to stop?

Find my mummified body, work with Maxwell.

I will not!

That is if you live. Next time run, stop looking for fights.

Somehow trusting either of them seemed like a very bad idea.

Someone shouted. "Merryn!"

"This isn't good. She's more pale thin last time."

"Hello?" A slapping sound.

A croaking sound came when trying to speak, she tried to roll over. She coughed and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

He stiffened. "Get over here and heal her already!"

"Don't let her move, this is bad. Keep her still."

A warmth spread from her arm through the rest of her body.

Parcival's huge hand hovered over her face, then rested on the crown of her head.

"Stop moving," Han said.

"Shhhh."

She huffed. It did hurt less being still. Or was that the healing spell?

Regardless a not so bad numbness seeped in. Her face relaxed, she unclenched her jaw. Just one day without dying or something hurting would be nice.

Han's face hovered over. "How do you feel now?"

"Numb."

He managed to pale under the fur. He looked at Parcival who shook his head.

"Go grab the long flat board in the other room."

"Room? What room? Weren't..." She coughed. "In a forest?"

"Stop talking!" Han's whiskers drooped as did his ears.

Parcival came back a while later, holding it. They held her neck and back with their hands, then slid her on it. They took her to a room with a small bed placing her on it.

"Go now, I'll tend to her. Get some rest," Han said.

"Goddess bless you. Let's head to Doubble Tree tomorrow..." He touched her face and his hair undone from the usual long black braid it tickled her cheek, wafting of wood pine, and sweat.

She nodded.

Above a window. The view of a trees branches and behind the moon lit up the whole of the sky. Whatever happened next, at least for now felt smaller, she buried her face in the rolled-up wool blanket.