It came as a whispering in the air at first, the cold air blew towards the forest, the spider queen ordered her slaves to work through the pain and mend the hollow. They felt it then, that cold air filled with grief and anger the queen hide with in the funnel web as day by day the frost took hold of her webbed kingdom and slowly her children came to her feet crying for shelter.
The dragonborn watched Nadora sharpening her knives, it had only been a few hours since she last screamed at him after he had asked if there was anything he could do to help her feel better and dared not to ask again but he would not leave her. In the hours that passed an anger began to take over him, he meditated but he couldn’t switch off, like an internal fire it burned seething to the surface and slowly he lost control. It was subtle at first the air around him grew colder as he fell deeper into a trance the cold air spread causing Nadora to look around, she got up worry crossing her face she walked over, Targa felt her presence and a smile raised in the corner of his mouth but he did not open his eyes. Nadora sat beside him looking out towards the woods her heart broken, through the cold she reached up to her cheek finding a tear frozen there.
“they don’t deserve to live after what they did” she said
“and they won’t” Targa slowly got to his feet as a blue flame covered his arm “get inside”
“no, you can’t go alone”
“don’t worry and don’t argue with me get inside”
“Targa…” the dragonborn turned his once blue eyes now white as snow and filled with malice,
“no one must leave that house until my return” he said
“be careful” Nadora retreated to the house as she slowly closed the door she watched as Targa disappeared into the trees.
The darkness retreated from the soft blue glow from the dragonborn hands, the spiders had retreated deeper into the forest sensing the anger that had entered the forest. Targa reached out his hand touching the webbing causing it to freeze spreading rapidly. He had witnessed and admired may spiderwebs in a thick frost in the years of hunting, but those feelings were not here now. As the frost took a life of its own Targa continued walking inwards. Until in front of him stood a mighty wall of black, only it was moving, and thick hairs moved around, he had found the spider queens burrow.
“COWARDS, I should have known that you all would be hiding, and where is she”
The swarm burst forward and the spider queen came scuttling out of the burrow, venom dripping from her fangs and her face full of fury. She ran straight at him, using her long front legs to knock him to the ground and there she held him.
“how dare you? May I remind you that you came here into my woods and that girl insulted me and now you come back to do the same”
“We came in peace you and your so-called children attacked us”
“my children are hungry, and that girl would betray you before the end so really I did you a favour”
“you don’t know that”
“it has been written since before you were born”
“what was written?”
“that before the king’s death there will be a mighty betrayal from one who knows the king so well”
“That could be anyone you had no right to do what you did”
“I had every right to kill her…”
Targa had pulled his blade and sent it plunging into the queen’s abdomen, she screamed in pain as the dragonborn spoke
“she isn’t dead” pushing his arm up and the blade deeper she was gone.
The horde of spiders had regrouped and were headed straight for Targa, as the rage began to build the blue flame streaked down his arm as he pleaded with them to stop, but it was unheard, and they advanced. Unable to contain the rage it burst from him in a bright white light causing him to blackout.
When Nadora and Lorcan opened the door again the woodland was gone and, in the distance, they could see Targa laying motionless in its wreckage, they called for the others and took off running.