Blackwater Islands spider

five weeks of silence. still, unmoving, silence.

the wispmother lay alone in her den. her days consist only of thoughts of the babes that grew within her. she worries for them. she worries that the night of their birth will end just as the night her firstborn — her melena — ended. in stillness.

something moved within her. after weeks of nothing, something moved. it kicked, clawed, gnawed at her insides. they did. the time had come

hours passed. the wispmother lay in a pool of her own blood. three babes fed feverishly at the teat. she stared at them with a half-lidded gaze.

in that moment she thinks nothing.

mephala, emā blessed nyke. a hint of disbelief in her whisper even now as she stared at these children. mephala…

and as she uttered the name of the mother who existed no longer, a pain pierced through her. more intense and searing than what came before. am endless flow of screams tore through her throat. the lonely island came to life with the sounds of her agony. it lasted no less than hours, until finally her mouth was sewn shut.

at her rear lay the last child. red, blood soaked. its flesh sunken towards the bone. it mewled weakly for the wispmother. she only stared, wide eyes full of tears and lip quivering.

iksā va moriot lēda nyke mephala, she choked. her face twisted into a scowl. va moriot kesīr naejot tourment nyke syt ñuha past.

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