Blackwater Islands Who will breathe the earth we lost

The quiet spiderling grew stronger every day. She grew more interested in things other than easing her hunger and finding warmth and safety. 

Now she could lift herself up on wobbly legs and move a few steps at a time. Her balance was terrible, though, so she would often tip over to one side and plop down on her butt. Her missing toe didn't do her any favors either. 

But she was persistent. She wanted to make it to where the light was. So little by little, she made her way to the entrance. Morgra just hoped she reached it before she became too tired to continue.