Blackwater Islands spider

The realization of her existence came with the beckoning of invisible hands; they squeezed and pulled. The hands were not gentle; she felt their urgency and their demand as they grasped her and pulled her from the darkness and warmth. She didn't understand anything that was happening. All she knew right then was fear, it caused her to wriggle in resistance. But she was too weak and the hands too strong; eventually she succumbed to the force as it pried her from the world she had only just acknowledged and thrust her into the cold unknown. 

Morgra cried softly as the cold air covered her and filled her lungs. Her sounds were not loud, nor did they beg for anything from the world. She merely wanted an end to her suffering. 

She didn't have to wait long for warmth to surround her again, and then a rich scent urged her to root around and latch on to something. She filled her belly until she could no longer take in anymore. She felt warm all over and promptly fell into a deep slumber. The struggle happening around her went completely unnoticed.