Running
From the Chronicles of Myra Sunveil



She ran and ran, trying to sort out what it was she saw in her reverie. She just couldn't figure it out. She wondered if it was possible to see things from someone else's life or if perhaps it was what humans called nightmares. The next thing she knew a large cave opening loomed before her. There was a sign posted beside it that read "Dungeon Covetous". She frowned a bit to herself. She knew what was in there.

Checking her quiver and her bow and harp strings, she stepped inside. She made her way steadily through the twisting tunnels and reached the end opening into the mountain pass. She sprinted through the mountain pass to the entrance to the second set of tunnels.

Biting her lip she stepped inside and quickly dispatched the few headless ones who lurked there. She rounded a corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Looming before her was one of the biggest spiders she'd ever seen. It's black body was hunched over a harpy, of which it was making a quick snack.

Her arms hung to her sides lifeless and her hand held loosely to her bow. It turned to face her. She felt fear and facsination all at once. She couldn't take her eyes off it. It's black eyes gleamed and harpy blood dripped from fangs easily the length of one of her arrows.

For a moment, time stopped and the two stood there, each taking in the sight of the other. The spider made a rasping sound and Myra swore it was talking to her.

"No." she shook her head, her grip tightening on her bow, one hand strayed to her quiver. The spider continued to rasp, seemingly at her. She shook her head in denial that it might be trying to... talk to her.

She took a few unsteady steps backward and quickly noched an arrow. The spider edged back a couple feet, surprising Myra, and stopped rasping. Again they stood there in silence regarding one another. The spider moved forward and Myra let her arrow fly.

The spider screamed as the arrow pierced through one of it's eyes. Myra flinched at the sound, but quickly fired another arrow and another. The spider moved towards her and some harpies filtered their way down the tunnels, attracted by the sound of a possible meal.

Myra back peddled and continued firing. She paused and reached down and plucked a tune on her harp. The harpies turned on the spider and it was forced to defend itself.

Myra passed out. Or at least she thought she did. The next thing she remembered, she was lying in her bed at home. Her runebook in one hand, and 4 pitch black spider fangs in the other, still dripping poison.


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