• Arachnia, part 4

    Ebony was waiting for him in the chamber of chains the following morning. She wore the same red gown as the day before, but her black curls were tied back this time. She looked refreshed and vibrant. The same couldn’t be said of the half-naked man tightly chained to the wall. Traveler studied this man carefully as the guard pulled the door closed. His shaggy blond hair fell across his dark eyes and his face looked tired, haggard, and thin. He was a tall, slender man with long limbs. He was gazing defiantly at Ebony and hardly seemed to notice the man standing by the door. “Traveler, this is former…

  • Arachnia, Part 1

    Dusk was falling when he entered the sprawling town of Arachnia. The cobbled streets were dark, lit only by street lamps placed at every thirty feet. The gable roofed buildings, the outermost ones being residences and the innermost ones places of business, were all painted a dark gray and blood red flowers bloomed in the few window boxes he could see. The flag of Arachnia, a red hourglass on a black field, hung above every door. The streets were empty as he wound his way to the heart of the town, his way lit by the dim street lamps and the pale light spilling from lit windows. There was a…