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    Rated M for various reasons. You know, violence and stuff.
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    Seekers of Village Vengeance; Part 0:
    The Cliche Before The Storm.




    Alick awakened to the sound of a rooster. He got out of bed and joined his family for breakfast. Despite no longer being a part of the “core family”, and working off the farm, he still lived with them, and shared breakfast and supper with them, in exchange for some of his wages of course. Even so it was a bit unusual, especially since his brother Gus had taken over the farm two years ago, due to their father's back injury, but Fenella, Angus' wife, had practically insisted, and Alick had seen little reason to refuse. The only one opposed to the current arrangement was their grandmother, who insisted it was “not the way”, and that Alick should have moved on his own years ago. Alick however, figured he'd find himself a wife first, though he supposed he should perhaps get around to that.
    Breakfast passed in relative silence, as Kirstie, his brothers youngest child, was still asleep for once. As always, wee Gus, the oldest of Alick's two nephews, tried to get Alick to stay and play with him, but tempting as it was, Alick had work to do. Picking up his hatchet as he left, Alick started the 20 min walk to the part of the forest they were currently working in.
    He spent most of the rest of the day, working alongside the rest of the logging crew, the two sons of Mr Miller, Mr Miller himself, the Campbell brothers and Moray Wilson. By the looks of it, they'd be rending the Grantham's farm horse tomorrow or day after, to transport the logs down to the mill, and the firewood into town. Around midday, they took a break when Ms Miller brought them a simple lunch and they took a longer break later to eat dinner together.
    After a long day of work, Alick, the Campbell brothers, and Moray Wilson joined some of the other local bachelors for a few quick beers. As they talked, Ualan, one of the other young men, eventually told them that he and Leslee had finally gotten engaged, and would be getting married round midsummers. This of course warranted another round of beer and several heartfelt congratulations.
    After a slightly longer than planed get together, Alick bid the rest of the guys goodnight, and headed home to share supper with his family. Fenella, who was had been a good childhood friend of Leslee, was delighted at the news, and imminently made plans to go visit and congratulate her tomorrow morning.
    After a long day of work, made slightly longer by the good news of Ualan's engagement, Alick didn't have any trouble falling asleep, and quickly fell into a deep slumber, readying body and mind for tomorrow, and what would certainly be another perfectly normal day and peaceful day in Sioda...
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    “FIA”

    The mass of red hair that poked from the bed covers slinked backwards from the harsh shout. It only got louder and the mass scurried further into the warmth of her bed. “FIA. You get your butt out of your bed, young lady.” Faint protests were sent back to the voice, muffled by the bed covers. The harsh cold hit her face as her mother pulled back the bed covers. Her cheeks were red and she scowled at her daughter. “You made me climb those stairs, you horrendous girl.” The older woman pulled the pillow out of Fia’s grip and whacked her with it. “Downstairs now. You promised me you’d take the morning shift today.” Fia glared at her mother as she left her room.

    Half asleep, she dressed herself as best as she could. Her dress was tied up in the wrong way, her hair still looked like a crow nest and her shoes were hanging from the crook of her finger. She slammed herself down into the chair at the kitchen table and slumped her arms and head onto the table. Her mother groaned loudly and tugged her daughter up, fixing her dress and harshly tying her hair up. The pain of having her hair yanked backwards woke her up. Fia sighed deeply and crammed her shoes on her feet. She grabbed a piece of buttered bread and was out of the kitchen before her mother could chastise her again. She had promised to take the morning shift, her mothers back was getting to her. The pain of standing at the stall for so long was nearly killing her.

    The morning flew by. Her father and brother dropped by often. Dragging in the morning catch for her to yell about and clean some of the fish. She revelled in the bustle of the morning rush. The servants from the grand houses just outside the village, how they filled baskets and baskets with food. She knew a couple by heart now and could summon them over with a mere smile in their direction. She lost herself in the routine until her mother touched her shoulder. Giving her leave of the stall. Her mother would end the shift, only an hour or two and her brothers would help her clean up.

    Full of life after the morning rush, she quickly picked her way through the crowds to their small home. She threw her apron to the side and scrambled up the stairs to rid herself of her working boots, tugging a small pair of slip on sandals from under the bed. They were slammed onto her feet and she was hopping back down the stairs in no time. Her fingers wrenched the tie from her hair, letting the fire like hair bounce onto her shoulders. Under the first fence, leaping over the falling apart stone wall and around three large oak trees. Hidden behind an old hedge was that small lake. The rest of her day was spent with her feet in the water, watching the sun move over the sky. Skimming rocks over the water and stopping herself from flinging herself into the water on countless occasions.

    When the sun hits the second furthest line of trees, she would return home. It allowed her to get back to the house before supper and before darkness captures the forest. Dinner was simple and her father shooed them all away afterwards. They all had small chores to complete. Fia got away with only feeding and counting the chickens before bed. She had named them all and her chore was completed in minutes. Another morning shift loomed before her head as she wandered up the stairs. Her mother and father sat by the fire, they were getting older. Work was getting to their bones and her brothers were doing more and more work on the boat then him. She knew her oldest brother would be taking the reins from her father soon. When he got married, his wife would be the fisherwoman for the family.

    Like they could find anyone as loud as her. She smirked to herself as she freed herself from her dress and launched her sandals under the bed. She clambered in and rolled herself up in her bedding. She always imagined herself drifting off on a boat. The sway of the ocean as it rocked her to sleep. She would be asleep in seconds, dreaming of blue.

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    Seekers of Village Vengeance; Part 1:
    (We're) Leaving Together

    (but still it's farewell)
    (but maybe well come back)
    (for vengeance, who can tell)

    Alick and the rest of the Northfeilds had been awake for a while by the time the rooster crowed, and were just about done eating breakfast. Kirstie had woken up early and loudly, and no one saw a point in trying to sleep through it. Alick yawned deeply, soon followed by the rest of the household. The combination of a late night and early morning was not sitting well with anyone, but everyone was used to it too, and they'd all gotten enough sleep that it wouldn't be a problem, though Alick reckoned the dinner break at the farm would be a bit longer than usual today.

    Since he still had some time free before he had to join the others in the forest, Alick spent a while playing with Wee Gus before heading off. The boy was as energetic and cute as always, and Alick would have loved to stay there and play with him all day, but as they say; duty calls. After telling the boy to be a good boy and help out at the farm, Alick took his axe and was about to head for the forest when Fenella, his brothers wife, stopped him, and handed him a small cloth bundle. Apparently she'd been down into the village proper while he was playing with little Gus. "I bought some sweet buns, to give Leslee to congratulate her on her engagement, but apparently I wasn't the only one with that idea, and they'd already gotten more than they could eat so she insisted we keep them to enjoy instead, so we're having one each as a after dinner snack. There's one left over, so there's two in there for you, but don't tell that to Gus. I'm sure that silly husband of mine would pout if he knew you got more than him." she finished with a giggle. "Thank you a lot Fenella, but I couldn-" "Oh hush. You're out there working every day, and we both know you give us way more of your salary than you need to, so don't even try to refuse." "Thanks Fenella." "No problem Alastair." With that, Alick slung the bundle over his shoulder, waved goodbye, and started towards the forest, his axe hanging from his belt.

    The workday went as usual, with the banter of the day centred around Ualan's engagement, and later around Alick and the other young men's marriage prospects. Beyond that, Mr Miller had decided that they'd be borrowing the Grantham's family horse the day after tomorrow. Looking at the piles they'd piled up so far, Alick thought they'd be better of if they'd brought in the horse today, tomorrow at the latest. But Mr Miller probably wanted to save some money by getting one more days worth brought in, and Alick was in no position to argue with the man. He just hoped Mr Miller wouldn't push the poor draft horse too hard.

    When they were done with the days work, Alick decided to not join the lads for drinks. For once he'd rather walk the forest like he used to when he was younger. Besides, he still hadn't had a chance to eat his sweetbuns, so might as well eat them as he walked the forest. As he walked through the forest, he whistled an old fisherman's shanty. After a few minutes, two pitch black ravens landed nearby. Alick instantly recognised the two, he'd befriended them a few years back, and as he sat down on a small rock, they hopped over to him. Initially he'd wondered deeply about what to call them, but after remembering an old tale he'd heard a travelling bard tell when he was a child, one about gods from a faraway land, he'd decided to name them after the two ravens in the story. Thus he'd called them Hugin and Munin. Munin, the slightly smaller one, jumped onto his lap, and Alick gave him a gentle scratching. Hugin however, took to the air, quickly disappearing from sight. This didn't really surprise Alick. The birds liked him, but they were wild animals after all, and often took of for no apparent reason. As he sat there in the tranquil forest with Munin snuggling with him on his lap, the fatigue of the day got to him, and since he had the time, he allowed himself to dose of slightly.

    He quickly awoke with a start though, as Hugin loud cries where quickly followed by the bird flying over to him through the forest, fluttering around him in a clearly panicked manner. Munin quickly joined him, echoing his cries, and pecking at Alick. Alick quickly got up, "Whats wrong Hugin?" He asked, the birds were scarily intelligent sometimes, and though he was sure they could't understand human speech, they seemed to pick up on the meaning often enough. No sooner had he asked, Hugin flew back in the directing he'd come from, landing on a branch just within sight, and cried loudly. Alick got up, and started walking towards the bird, taking it that it wanted him to follow it. Munin circled around him, and then pecked him in the shoulder, and croaked (I looked it up and apparently that's what you call the sound a raven makes) dissatisfiedly until Alick broke into a jog. They hadn't been goign for long when Alick heard a distant scream, and quickened his pace. Hugin continued to show the way and they quickly reached the edge of the forest, and found themselves on a small hill overlooking the village.

    Alick fell to his knees almost instantly. The village had been overrun by giant spiders. The largest one was taller than any building Alick had ever seen while the army of smaller spiders coloured the village black. He instinctively knew that no one was alive down there. A pained scream escaped his mouth, as images of his loved ones torn apart by the beasts flashed through his imagination. Then he heard them, as crunching noises he'd been ignoring suddenly went silent. At the bottom of the hill, three spiders, each easily a meter tall and with bodies four or five times as long, their legs stretching beyond even that had been gnawing on the corpse of a human, the red scarf immediately identifying the poor soul as Moray, one of the member's of Alick's workings crew. Alick was was given no time to grieve however. The spiders had seen him, and started running towards him. And they were FAST. Alick ran, Hugin and Munin far ahead of him now. Deeper and deeper into the forest. Despite their size slowing them down in the cramped forest, they were still keeping up. Alick felt like crying, but choked back the tears, and kept running. It was all he could do. So he ran. And ran. Paying no heed to where he was going, beyond making sure he chose a path would slow the spiders down more than it would him. Unknowingly, he was drawing close to one of the area's many lakes...

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    Erick, the oldest of her brothers had woken her this time. Thumping a pillow onto her covered head while she snored in bed. “Right you. Up ya get.” She scowled and blindly kicked out at him. “Bugger off.” Erick chuckled and easily dodged her kicks. “Not the language I would expect from a lady, Fia.” She surfaced from her blankets, her hair pilled around her head like a lion. His laughter filled the room and he ran just as her shoe hit the doorframe. She allowed herself a few more minutes in bed. Floating small drops of water up from the tankard that lay beside her bed. Watching them hover over the rim of the cup before dropping them back down again. Today, she tied her hair up herself. Harshly pinning it back as she thumped down the stairs. Her mother had cooked a simple breakfast, the empty plates on the table told her that her father and brothers had just left.

    They would be unpacking the boats soon and she needed to be there for the stall. Her mother refused to let her leave without breakfast and Fia scoffed it down at lightning speed. She smiled widely before dancing from the house. She knew the route to the market place like the back of her hand now. Whose houses she passed. The cats that congregated awaiting the scraps and the small dips and holes in the path. She hummed to herself as she took a short cut and arrived at the market. It was already in full swing, mostly the farmers and fishers selling their wares. She nodded to a few familiar faces and found her brothers lugging the catch from the boat. Fia tied on her stained apron and let the bustle of the market place envelope her.

    When the sun hit its peak, her mother was to come and take over. But she was late. Fia pouted like a scolded child and her father rolled his eyes. He chuckled gently, the lines around his eyes getting more and more prominent with every coming day. “You always were an impatient one.” Fia smirked and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Oh I learned from the best though.” He shook his head gently. “Go on. I can hold down the fort. See what’s taking her so long eh.” Fia nodded and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek before rushing off. She headed down the narrow alleyway and was struggling with the knot in her apron, she hated the thing at times. She exited back out to sunlight and kicked a small stone along the path. She finally freed herself from the apron and dumped it over the fence outside her home. She nearly crashed into her mother who was pinning her hair back. “I know I know.” She said with pins hanging from her mouth.

    Fia raised an eyebrow and smirked at her mother as the woman rushed off. "You made me climb that hill" “Oh bugger off you.” Her mother replied with a big smile as she left her daughter to enjoy the sun. Fia booted her shoes off and grabbed her sandals. This time a small book was brought along for company. Stuffed deep into the pocket of her dress. She grabbed an apple and hurried from the house. She enjoyed sunshine at the lake, how it danced over the water. She could spend hours just watching it. Under a fence and over another, round a clearing and then was the forest edge. She had barely made it past the first tree when faint screams drifted to her. Fia frowned and turned back to the village, taking another large chunk out of her apple as she did. Maybe it was a fire. Or a cow got loose. That had happened quite a lot this year.

    The apple dropped from her grip, bouncing to the dirt as she watched the village disappear. Under a thick blanket of spiders. She had never seen creatures that size. And then the largest one. Gods, it nearly made her crash to her knees. Her mother, her father, her brothers, her friends, her home. Covered in a sea of darkness. She took a small step backwards and her back hit a tree. Thudding through her as she watched in shock. Surely it was all a trick. The sun had got to her or she hadn’t woke yet. Yes, that was it. She was still asleep. A faint crack to her right brought her back to reality. Fear filled every fibre of her body and she stumbled past a tree. Another crack and then another and she started to run. Her feet catching over rocks and tree roots. Her breaths harshly tearing through her chest. Perhaps it was her rushing through the shrubbery or something following her, but the crashing and toppling of rocks continued.

    She leapt threw the last line of trees and hit the water. Not even thinking twice, she waded through the cool water. Picking up muck with her dress. She could hear it. Fia could almost picture the monstrous creature coming after her. She ducked under the water, sinking to the depths. She pulled her dress tight to her, stopping her skirt from bunching up. She closed her eyes and concentrated on holding her breath. It was more of a challenge than normal. Probably due to the fact that fear held a tight grip on her chest. Fia opened her eyes and let the water sting her pupils. She blinked twice and could see before her. Nothing other than a few perplexed looking small fish greeted her. She kicked back a little, dirt picking up around her as she placed herself further into the centre of the lack. Placing herself closer to the centre of the lake. She allowed herself to surface slowly and saw nothing. She scolded herself, for such a reaction. To run and hide like a scared child.

    Swear words were hurled at the water as she paddled to keep herself upright. She let the water soak through her dress and her hair hung around her face like rat tails. What now? The cold told her this was no dream. She couldn’t go back to her home now. Was her mother even alive? Had she fled? What about her brothers, her father? Her tears drifted down her cheeks and plopped into the water around her. She heard a noise to her right and ducked under the water again. She knew there were things at the bottom of this lake. It had at one point been a sacred place…. By people long gone. She felt around the bottom of the lake, gripping a sturdy feeling rock and allowed herself to surface only slightly. The top of her head and her eyes only visible…and only if you were looking for her would you notice her.
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    As the forest started thinning out, and Alick could see the clearing ahead, he started to panic. The spiders were still hot on his heels, he'd managed to get some more distance, but in open terrain they'd make up for that in no time. Stifling back his tears and fears, Alick tried to pick up his pace, to run just a little bit faster, to live just a few seconds longer, but his legs had no more to give and it took all he had just to keep his current pace. Despite knowing better, Alick snuck a quick glance behind himself. With the trees thinning, even though just slightly, the spiders were already starting to catch up, the closest one now almost upon him.

    Just as complete despair was about to set in, he caught a glance of blue ahead of him. Water. His path had taken him to a lake, the clearing, which had seemed like certain doom, might just be salvation. Soon he was out of the trees, and into the lake's shallows. But that only served to slow him down, and the sudden resistance of the water almost made him stumble. Not quite able to regain his balance, he twisted as it fell, coming face to face with the closest of the spiders. The beast was mid leap towards him, the sharp mandibles gaping, seemingly already closing down on him. Panic gripping him, he did the only thing he could think to do, and pushed the spider with his magic. Surely the strongest such push he had done his entire life. The spider lost most of its momentum, and crashed into the shallow water, while Alick was flung back just as much, landing several feet further out that he otherwise would have. Alick desperately paddled further once he hit the water, trying to get as far away from the spiders as possible. Before the first spider had resumed it's charge, the second one had taken its place, running after him. But the by now, the water was, if just barely, too deep for the spiders, and unable to catch him, they scurried back to shore. They seemed to mange wading fine, but they didn't seem to enjoy it much. And it seemed, or at least Alick hoped, that they couldn't swim. Now they stood on the shoreline, making angry and terrifying hissing noises. Meanwhile, Alick was utterly exhausted, and struggling slightly to keep his mouth above water as he desperately tried to catch his breath, when suddenly...

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    Her fingers were tight on her pitiful excuse for a weapon. She kept her mouth and nose under the water and waited. She knew something was coming. She could hear it, it crashed through branches and stones came flying forward. Small ripples danced away from her, she had flinched when the man came through the trees. She didn’t truly recognise him and moved backwards. Floating gently through the water. Maybe it was the fear etched on his face or the fact that the water didn’t stop him. Something was chasing him. She nearly sunk under the water when the first spider appeared and he tripped. She didn’t want to witness what they could do. There was nothing she could do but watch. Fia lost her grip on the stone she had picked up. Her forehead furrowing, that wasn’t normal. This wasn’t an ordinary farm hand.

    She could feel the vibrations of the spiders when they assaulted the water. Maybe they hated water. Fingers crossed. The hissing they made bounced around her mind and it would be something she would never forget. Fia was closer to him now, she still had no clue who this farm hand was. Even close up. She could tell that he was tired, his kicks to keep his head above the water had slowed down. She raised herself up from hiding and swam over to him. She thought better than grabbing him when he did not know she was there. “Swim. Oi. Swim. Keep your head above the water.” She said before grabbing his arm. Pulling him up as best as she could. She did not know him but at this moment, she would happily take anyones help against these creatures. She scowled at the creatures and watched them walk along the water edge. Hissing and snapping their jaws at them. It seemed like they were reminding them that they would not leave. They would wait out. Fia let go of the fabric covering his arm and sunk under the water.

    At the very bottom of the lake were old offerings. A bronze cup, a broken shield and a handful of small coins. She kicked out against the heavy skirt she wore and reached the bottom. Her fingers dragged over the sand, pushing away the broken pieces and stones. When she found something sturdy, she pushed up from the bottom. She had been under for a good few minutes, she shook her head like a dog when she finally surfaced. “W..We need to get them to go away. Or we are dying in this lake.” She tapped his arm and tried to place a broken sword in his hand. It was tradition, to kill an object before gifting it to the gods. This sword had been badly broken and was old. Very old. It was an empty version of it's past self. But right now, it was all they had. Fia had a small version, a dagger of sorts. The hilt of the dagger was all that remained. But it was sturdy and she could throw it if need be. Purple tinged her lips as she glanced at him, she turned to look at him properly. “I'm F..Fia.” She said with a small attempt at a smile. She would not die with a stranger. Not today, not ever.
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    Despite her doing her best to not startle him, Alick felt his heart skip a beat when the unknown woman spoke out, but the presence of another human helped him calm, and with her help, lifting him up, he managed to get his breath under a semblance of control, and he quickly managed to calm down enough to stay properly afloat by himself. He just barely managed to wheeze out a strained "Thank you", before the girl dived down into the water. For a split second, Alick wondered if she might be some sort of spirit or monster, a water nymph or a selkie maybe, and was gonna drag him under and eat him, like in the old tales. But he quickly dismissed it, she looked human enough, and had helped him. And besides, even if she was some dangerous water creature, there was little he could do about it. If she was anything other than a well meaning human, and probably even then, he was as good as dead. On the shore, the spiders where pacing menacingly, their terrible hissing and snapping maws constantly sending shivers of fear through his body, and the cold water was slowly sapping his strength. He has no choice but to trust that she was indeed human. Which she probably was, Alick though with a smirk, after all, he'd never heard of a ginger water nymph.

    After a few minutes, and what felt like hours of staring at the deadly spiders, the woman suddenly resurfaced, shaking head head before saying “W..We need to get them to go away. Or we are dying in this lake.”. Alick couldn't help but voice his agreement, though it was little more than a agreeable grunt. She then handed him a broken and rusted sword that looked unfit to kill even a rabbit, much less a giant spider, but he accepted anyway, praying silently as he did that the gods would forgive stealing from the lake, given the circumstances. The broken weapon,in poor shape as it might be, was still way better than nothing after all. He DID have his felling axe still, but he didn't think he could swim properly holding it, and besides, he'd need two hands to properly swing his axe. He'd only get one shot that way, if he failed to kill, or at least scare of the spider in one swing, he'd be wide open. However, it might be a better choice anyway, after all, a full swing from an axe probably had a better chance of killing one of the damn things than this broken thing did. As Alick was absorbed thinking about how he could possibly kill these things, with either weapon, the woman spoke out. Stuttering slightly as she introduced herself as Fia, whether the stuttering was from the cold or nerves, Alick couldn't tell. In a normal situation, Alick might have been a bit nervous speaking like this to a woman he'd never met before, after running himself ragged trying to escape three deadly spiders, a long spring where a single mistake meant certain doom, Alick barely hesitated before answering, doing his best to hide the terror from his voice and talking slightly slowly due to his ragged breath. "I'm Alastair, but everyone calls me Alick." Swallowing hard he continued, the fear much less suppressed. "So, any ideas? Besides swimming ashore and praying they fear broken swords?"
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    Her hair stuck to her forehead and she shook her head like a dog in an attempt to move it from her eyes. She heard a name and flicked her eyes back to him. The cold was seeping into her bones, she felt her hands and feet grow tenser with every second she floated in the ice water. “Um….Okay…Can you do that again?” She looked him square in the face. “Don’t try and hide it from me. The push…thing…Can you do that again?” When she received a nod, she returned her gaze to the spiders. “Ok..Okay…I think I can keep them occupied…If you can get out….and like…fling the sword…or them…or something. Okay?” She nodded violently at him and didn’t even wait for a response. She kicked her legs out and started towards the spiders. Today was the not best day to wear a heavy dress. The fabric caught around her legs and she was struggling to keep her mouth above the water. In a loud frustrated groan, she hauled her skirts up as best she could in the water. The blunt dagger was as good as anything, it tore a hole in the garment. She grabbed each end, allowing her dagger to float back to the bottom. Fia moved through the water as she tore parts of cloth off her skirt. She was still covered, but she was at least one skirt free.

    Fia grinned to herself and then glanced back at Alick. Rolling her eyes as he had stayed still, “Move. Get. Go on.” The dark blue fabric floated to the bottom of the lake and she dived under the water again. She had noted in her mind where they could get to. One had sensed her coming closer and she could faintly make out it’s legs in the water. She stopped and surfaced to witness the monster up close. Massive green eyes sparkled in the sun, whiskers covered every inch of its face and she swore she could see purple goo dripping from it’s fangs. “O.o.o.oh a pretty one aren’t you.” Her lips blue and her body close to freezing but she refused to let it be her demise. She lowered her face to allow her eyes only above the water. One found some courage and ventured closer now that she was taunting the. She spat out a thin stream of water at one and kicked backwards. The creature squealed at her, scurrying back to the shallows. She giggled breathlessly, she didn’t dare look back in case one of them would follow her gaze and see him.

    They started to pace along the waters edge and she moved along with them. She could easily swim now, pale legs fluttered in and out of view from beneath her torn dress. She tried to push all thoughts and questions about her family to the back of her mind. As soon as she was out this water, she would go see if the house was still standing. If her mother had managed to flee, her father…..A soft splash to her right brought her back to reality. The larger of the two had tried to come back into the water, hissing at her gently. She scowled at it and watched it’s gaze span up to look for the other one, the one it had been chasing. “OI.” The word bounced around the trees, even causing a small set of waves to push out towards the larger spider. It’s eyes were back on her now, the noise making it hiss louder. “EYES ON ME.” She splashed the larger one until it took a small step back. The cold was creeping into her chest, if it caught there…then she would sink under the water. If he didn’t hurry up, then her legs would grow tired and she would join the swords and coins on the bottom of the lake.

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    The woman, Fia, seemed to have figured our his talent for magic, which had somehow been useful for once. Alick nodded to Fia's simple question, but doubted merely shoving one of the spiders again should do much, and her idea of having him use that power to throw something was simply unworkable. But he would have to do something. Fia was already swimming to the shore to get the spiders' attention, and after making sure she was close enough that she'd attracted enough attention that they'd care more about her than him, he started swimming himself, aiming for the shore some distance away from where Fia was distracting the spiders. Alick could feel the cold really starting to get to him, but kept swimming. Fia seemed to have been in the cold water much longer than him, and she was still keeping the spiders occupied, and would still be while he got back on dry land.

    He cast several nervous glances at the spiders as neared the shore, but Fia seemed to have their attention. Alick briefly considered running off, leaving Fia behind, that way at least one of them would make it out alive. But he discarded the idea instantly, scoffing at his own cowardice. He'd gladly run away, but not while a woman was risking her life for his sake. As he crawled ashore, he was desperately trying to think of a plan, but couldn't imagine any way to deal with the monsters. The familiar gurgling croak of a raven brought him out of his panicked contemplating. Atop a pile of twigs and dry leaves the wind must have gathered into the small pit at the root of one of the many trees in the area, sat Mugin, Hugin sitting ground next to him. The two birds must have followed him here. The familiar "faces" brought a bit of calm back into Alick, which quickly disappeared as he remembered the situation at hand. The two birds had however, given him a plan with at least a tiny hope for success. Shooing Mugin away, Alick quickly pulled over a few dead branches and some deadwood, building a campfire rested against the trunk of the tree. Casting a glance at the spiders, he started lighting the campfire using his magic, the spiders seemed to still be occupied with Fia, but soon the smell of burning wood would make it's way over there. He desperately hoped they would be afraid of fire, or baring that, that he could start a proper forest fire, with them on the other side of it. The were downwind after all. Still channelling his magic into the now burning fire, hoping to make it grow as quickly as possible, he turned his attention at spiders again. They seemed to have given up on Fia, and where hissing angrily at the smoke, but where making their way over to him non the less. The heat from the fire was getting unbearable, and with the spider on their way over here, Alick turned and ran a few metres, before climbing up a random tree. He doubted climbing a tree posed too much of a challenge to a spider, but perhaps it posed enough of one that he'd safe until the fire turned into enough of a forest fire that the spider ran away. As the spiders started circling beneath his tree, clearly vary of the fire near it and uncomfortable with the heat from it, he turned his attention to Fia. He hoped she had gotten out of the water by now, he'd done what he could for now, and might be "safe", but was she?

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    Fia disappeared under the water again, her sight blurry under the water but she could make out one spiders legs. She surfaced closer and spat a mouthful of water at the creatures before kicking backwards. She chuckled, though her lips were now purple. The gentle smell of smoke reached her and she allowed herself time to turn around. She watched him clamber up a tree as a fire started a few trees away from him. The spiders hissed and instantly left her. They cared little for the one in the water, when they could easily get another. When the hisses started at the base of the tree, she tried to pull herself from the water. The cold had finally set into her chest, it felt like her bones were made of ice. Every movement seemed to take more and more energy. She couldn’t even stand to wade to the shallows. She dragged herself up until she could rest on the rocks. She glanced over her shoulder and watched the spiders continued to shy away from the fire.

    She didn’t know what to do. Well, the first thing she could do was stand. That in itself took a full minute of struggling. Grabbing onto plants and roots to drag herself to her feet. Her fingers were easily covered in what looked like rust. She scowled at the mess and then her eyebrows shot up. The bank was covered in Teine moss. If…If the fire got to the moss, then a foul dense smoke would appear. Her father used it to smoke fish. She grabbed a handful and another as she started to make her way around the bank of the lake. It was easy to avoid their gaze as they were too busy hissing at the man in the tree and the creeping fire. Fia crept closer and felt fear bite at the back of her throat. She didn’t know if she could get any closer without them noticing her. She peaked out from behind the tree she was hiding behind. Her hair was already starting to dry as she was incredibly close to the fire now. She packed the base of the tree with the moss and took a small shaky step backwards. Hopefully the fire would reach it and the smoke would scare them off…or the smell would. She stumbled backwards and set her sights on a tree to clamber up. The cold air assaulted her skin and her teeth started to chatter. Her fingers gripped the tree trunk and she started to clamber up it as she knew that when the fire hit the moss it would go up quickly.

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