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The Spiderweb of Fate Chapter 3Yuina breathed a sigh of relief. Whenever she performed the ritual, she always held her breath, waiting for it to end. The spider's scuttling always sent shivers down her spine. Even though she was a witch, things of that sort usually disturbed her. "Finally, it's over." She smiled to herself, and moved her green bangs away from her eyes with her fingers. She fiddled with her staff. It was made out of wood, its color as black as a night with no moon. Its sides were decorated golden swirls, suggesting stars in the night sky. At the end of the beautiful staff, there was an orb about the size of her palm. It was white and always glittered, sending rainbow colored specks on the walls whenever light reflected off of it at a certain angle.
"Hey, you done?" Ashita barged into the room. Her blonde hair bounced as she bounded over to where Yuina was standing.
"You know you're not supposed to come in here unless you're supposed to be," Yuina hissed.
"Yeah, I know, but you just took too long. Let
The Wolf's CallLeaves crackle at every step you take
The wind is stuck to that persistent howl
It's cold but there's no sign of a snowflake
Just the scream of the wolf on its prowl
You reach the fallen building soon enough
Your legs are tired from all that running
You force open the door, even though it's tough
But you had to get away by using your cunning
The stairs are sagging under your weight
But you didn't stop, you didn't care
You could feel it- that bubbling hate
You notice something suddenly, crawling in your hair
A spider, a monstrosity, is skittering on your head
You grab and throw it away, starting to run again
The building was like a maze, your legs now felt like lead
But you had to get away from him, and those other men
You look at a clock hung up, ticking as you passed by
It is two o'clock, much too late to be up and about
But you cannot stop, not now, the pressure made you cry
You feel a hand on your shoulder, letting out a shout
A sinking feeling in your heart was all you could feel
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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