what do you need?

Part one - The Spider, the Panther, the Raven, and the Tree of Eternal Life.

The spider crawls out of his crevice,
He sees me in the shower.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"Could you spare a fly or two?" he replies.
"Ask mother earth and she shall provide my friend." I say.
"Centuries I have spent in this hole and mother nature has not provided for me or my family, science has ruined our home, our existence as a whole."
I sit and ponder what he has said.
If there was something I could do,
Something I could do to protect the spiders of the forest.
Mother Gaia caresses my brain.
"Let it all go." she says "Put your faith in me."
Hardened determination fills my face.
Science shall fall.

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Chapter One - The Last Forest

A frightening wail awoke me from my slumber. I quickly opened my eyes and crept toward my tree. Such a bloodthirsty sound, I must transform just in case I'm attacked.
I closed my eyes and pictured myself as a spider. The quarter-sized pendant on my chest dispersed as my body began to change into that of a black widow's. I hastily crawled up the old oak tree I made as my home, and although I heard footsteps in the leaves below I did not stop to look. My mate was asleep in the web, and I tried my best not to disturb her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a great, black cat prowling around the ground looking for food. Midnighter, so that's how she gets her food, she hunts in down in the darkness. So pitiful, all I do is sleep and wait for my food to come to me.
A growl escaped the cat's mouth as it pounced on a large lizard that was attempting to blend in with the leaves on the forest floor. Wow, so strong, so powerful. She might even be able to see through my tricks now.
To my utter amazement she began climbing up the very tree I was in. Her mouth held the lizard and her claws sent her right up into my face. So acute, so reflexive, how… no…
“I need your help Simon.” She said, for the second time in nearly three years, while dropping the lizard into my web “We have to destroy that demon spider queen of yours before something awful happens to the forest, the blackness she exudes…”
“Heresy,” I screamed, transforming back into my human form, on a tree branch, “I shall not let you do such a thing sly woman!”
She went into her human form as well, sinking back onto a limb, tears pouring from her emerald shaded eyes. “You vowed to save this forest at all costs Simon, what have you done for it?!” She preached angrily, staring into my eyes, face aflame with enlightenment and sadness “I need your help you have to help me stupid boy, you cannot disobey me or I will kill you.”
Midnighter will kill me right here and now I know it, she can and she will.
“Let me sleep on it,” I replied with a sigh “I’ll meet you at the tree tomorrow at sunup. Get some rest woman.”

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Many different names are given to the spider or it is connected with various god like traits. In India the spider is associated with Maya, the weaver of illusion. Greeks called the spider Neith and believed she was the “divine mother.” The Cherokee American Indians call the spider the “sacred weaver” and believe she spun the world into existence. The spider was also one of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom’s, totem creatures, along with the Owl as she represented deep knowledge and understanding of life.

-http://www.manizone.co.uk/spider-animal-totem-a-47.html

(That night, Midnighter sleeping in chaos)



Tonight I dreamt, oh how I must have dreamt a hundred dreams this night.
I dreamt about the things I hate, how much I hated the people who destroyed this world, how much I hated the spider queen and her dark army, but I most of all I dreamt about how much I hated Simon the cursebearer. If it wasn’t for him and his mindless quest to find eternal life then I would be dead in peace right now, lying in some dark hole, not struggling through nightmare after nightmare, wondering if I even have a soul remaining in these still, thin chambers I call veins.
The dreams about my family were the worst. I always woke up devastated and heartbroken. I longed painfully just to hold them in my arms, hold them tight and tell them that I would save them, that I had the power to save them now, but they weren’t there and I couldn’t save them. It was all said and done and they were gone.


(That same night, Simon awake in chaos)

I sat above midnighter dangling a twist of cord that I had pulled from my head just earlier that day. When it crawled into her ear it slipped silently through until it was into the brain, then the string fell back to the eardrum and yelled “Hate Simon for he is the cursebearer.” I felt so bad for doing all this. I felt so bad for tricking this innocent person into fighting for me. However without her I would not succeed. You’re right Edgar we have to do this. I know.
Now I begin to think, everyone around me falls into chaos, anyone I touch, anyone I meet, they eventually end up being like me, and it’s my own fault for being the person that I am, and I can’t face hell. Hell won’t break us Midnighter, we will see that this forest stays a part of mother Gaia.

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1. What do you love♥ Exciting music
2. What do you hate Depressing music
3. Daytripper or Nightcrawler (Do you like the day or the night) Nightcrawler
4. What is your favorite animal The Black Widow spider
5. Where are you going when you die (Heaven, hell, other) hell
6. The Goddess or the sword (Your attack) The Goddess
7. Pact, make a pact with an entity. Gaia
8. Make a quote Bite back vampires

I am Ken, the raven hunter. I travel the earth seeking souls to carry with me into hell. Long ago I made a pact with the devil himself, that in return for eternal life, I would collect the souls of the dead and ensure their delivery to hell. There are others like me, other chariot birds I mean, but I have the ability to change my form back and forth between my human form, the necromancer, and the raven. I have lived over 1100 years and traveled the earth through most of them, now I make my home here in this forest, the last forest.
The name of the forest is Nomosal, it is wide as the eye can see, and filled with huge, demon spiders. So many of these spiders inhabit the forest that the outlanders will not enter it because they fear demonic corruption, however the undoing of the forest will not be the fault of the humans. The black plague seeping through the underground currents of the earth, this virus that wiped out the other plant life and forestry, this curse, it wasn’t human at all, in fact it was very demonic and unnatural. I played my part in this undoing as well, and so am I very demonic and unnatural.
I am Ken, the raven hunter, and I do not follow any deity, not by choice anyways, and should the Spider Queen hark me in this final stage of the corruption I might cut her down myself, finish the destruction of Nomosal, and become a dark deity in her place. Should Simon and his band of jolly druids stand in my way I will drag them with me to hell where I will take pleasure in destroying them over and over for eternity. They aren’t prepared to take me on and nor will they ever be. When I wear this pendant I control the bodies of the damned, they are mine to manipulate at my disposal. It’s Halloween every night here in Nomosal and the Arachne will soon understand what that means.
One time late at night, I flew into Simon’s web, it must have been about a week ago. He thought he had a tasty blackbird and crawled over to wrap me up in silk, so I transformed into my necromancer form and animated the bird corpses wrapped in his web. He tried to make sense of it all but before he knew it my birds had chewed their evil, little asses out of their webbing cocoons and drove him down the tree into the hollows. I knew who he was all along, I just wanted to see if it really was him that I’d found. Oh how I’ve longed to destroy you once and for all my silly, little friend.

(That night, the hall of oracles)

This was the first night all twelve oracles had assembled here in nearly 400 years. I am Rith’rn, the second oracle of Nomosal. We the oracles are known as Sage elves, because we are much more intelligent and powerful than our other forest counterparts, the Tree elves. We have lived in this forest for thousands of years and have sought to protect it eternally by delving into the future and foreseeing the danger that looms in the darkness hanging over the Nomosal forest.
“The Arachne are planning an attack on the tree of eternal life as we speak.” Caltharas, the first oracle, relayed to us abruptly, “They seek it’s power for their own, alas the true intentions of the dark queen are unveiled.”
Si’nih, the ninth oracle, stood up as if to interject. “I have seen this,” was all he could seem to utter.
Si’nih was a goliath as far as elves go. He stood at least six feet high and loomed over the entire hollow. His skin was tan, unlike the rest of us, (we had the brightest, whitest skin of all the forest animals or elves alike) and his ears must have been two feet long.
Suddenly he said something that both confused and intrigued me, “I have seen a great human war being fought on the outlying lands of this forest, and the demons will use this battle as a means to enter this realm from the darker realm. They will come here to assist the dark queen and take the tree…”
He paused for a second.
“And the earth itself, everything in it, and around it.” He muttered slumping back into his chair of stone.
If only I had known this sooner.
I staggered out of the hollow unexpectedly.
“I must find the power of the kings prior to this catastrophe,” I yelled on my way out.
I looked down as I strode to see my nose was bleeding profusely again.
There’s no time to stop it. I have to move on.

(The morning, Simon’s lair)

Even here in my cave I could feel the wind, this strange wind. I walked out side and found where it was, it was about one foot off the ground, maybe one inch high. The wind was solid and blew constantly in the same direction, toward the tree of eternal life. At first I thought it was a storm but, as time went on I realized Gaia was drawing the animals near the tree to protect it. Deer, Squirrels, and Cats alike took no offense to each other as they ran toward what kept them secretly alive forever. A light rain awoke the ones the wind didn’t.
The rain was warm and wet; it hit your body and sat there warming up the cells, charging the cells for war. I felt enlightened by this and continued to charge myself with warmth by rubbing my hands together. I was in my human form, because I felt like thinking as opposed to reacting. There was the wind at the top of my calf muscles, beckoning me to run. I joined with the fauna charge and my feet took over my body, taking me somewhere I needed to go. There was midnighter beside me too, rarely had I seen her awake this early, but I was not surprised she appeared being that such a wind blew that morning. Her black hair blew in the damp, misty wind and the occurrence of happiness showed itself for a moment, a feeling I became aware of when I looked at my shadow and felt alive for once. I felt invoked by the goddess herself to overcome the weaknesses and impurities of the uncontrolled. I let Gaia control my body as my hand reached down to pick up a fallen limb from a demonic tree. Spiders covered my hands and ran all over my skin until I was completely covered by them. My soul, my hands, all alive with earthly energy, warmth, I could feel the creatures enter into my pores and crawl about my body. I knew at that moment that I was ok, that no matter what happened the Goddess would protect me and even if I died I didn’t care, because what I felt at that moment was real, it was tangible and I felt like I could control these creatures. I gazed toward the sky, from which warm wetness fell, words would form in my lungs but when I tried to speak I choked. I could not slow down; I could not stop treading forest floor just as my brethren could not.
We were dragged straight into the tree itself, and inside there was a beautiful faerie there to inform us of the coming episode. She was no bigger than mine or your hand and she radiated a phosphorescent glow that could blind the evil eyes of the demon wizards, and that same light might even turn the bone that kept ghouls alive into dust before our eyes before the day ended. She told us that every living being must fight today, that every single cell in this forest must be riled to fight off the corruption that would soon enter the heart of the forest itself. She told us that we had to lead the animals into battle that day. She told us that sleep wouldn’t enter the mind of an animal ever again, not with this rain, not with this wind rushing between our legs. Evidently this was the final standoff against the evil energy beneath our feet in the caverns of the earth. The apocalypse had begun and I stood there with my staff in hand, not at any other time had things felt so right.