A small plot bunny I had stuck in my head and had to get down. I fully intend to return to HPatDW, I lost a lot of progress on it and have been reluctant to rewrite the chapter and a half I lost. That said, I look forwards to your feedback on my latest plot idea, a crossover between Worm and World of Warcraft. I have an outline for where I want this story to go, so hopefully it should see slightly more regular updates.

This story begins during the events of gestation 1-5 in worm, and takes place during the event of the world of Warcraft game.

I swore under my breath and fumbled with the canister of pepper spray as my first attempt glanced off Lung's shoulder, only to drop it as he launched flames towards me.

With a burning backhand he sent me sprawling to the ground and I felt my hair catching fire.

One last ditch effort had me sending every bug I had to attack Lung in a single swarm, a swarm he immediately annihilated with flames.

This was it, I'd screwed up. My first night out and I was going to die. The flames swirling around Lung's hands formed into a fireball.

Even as I stared in horror, contemplating my death, I noticed a flapping out of the corner of my eyes.

Floating above and behind lung flapped a single moth, wings of the finest silver, and I was absolutely captivated, everything was forgotten about, even Lung and my impending death as I watched the moth's wings flutter, a fine silver cloud poured from it with each movement.

Instinctively I reached out to the moth with my power, only it wasn't there, I couldn't control it. I couldn't even sense it. Except I could sense it, I could feel it's very presence with every fibre of my being, except, strangely, through my power.

I watched the moth until flames overtook my vision, turning my world into heat and flames, fading rapidly to darkness.

I felt warm, not the warmth of Lung's flames. I felt something deeper, a warmth through to my very soul, if such a thing where possible.

Groaning I tried to sit up, but felt myself stopped by a gentle hand. I opened my eyes to see a stone ceiling. Stone? Not concrete, stone bricks. That confused me, I couldn't think of a single building in my home city of Brockton bay that had stone walls. Let alone a ceiling.

The next thing I noticed, was the man stood over me, a hulking figure in some kind of armour, chainmail I think it is called.

"Where am I? How did I get here?"

The man smiled softly. "We are in Northshire Abbey, you were brought here for healing after you were found nearby."

I frowned at the complete unhelpfulness of the answer, I had no idea where Northshire was, let alone that it had an abbey. The man must have seen my look of confusion.

"Northshire is in the kingdom of Stormwind, a few hours ride from Stormwind City."

Still confused, I just nodded, deciding I would work out the details properly later, I instead moved onto my next question. "Who are you?"

"My name is Brother Sammuel, I teach young paladins to call upon the light."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but at least I had a name.

I once again tried to sit up, and this time I was not stopped.

I looked around the room I found myself in. The only word that fit in my mind was 'chapel', A few benches, one of which I was on, a stained glass window on one wall to let light shine across a stone altar at one end of the small room and finally a door in the nearest corner allowed access to the room.

When I looked down at myself I noticed that I was still wearing my spider silk costume, the next thing I realised was that I was no longer wearing my mask. I began looking around with a panicked expression, and soon noticed it placed beside the bench I was sat on, at the far end. I grabbed it and pulled it on, feeling somewhat violated by its removal.

"Can I go outside?"

Sammuel nods, although cautions me. "Stay Nearby, we have a kobold problem, it's not safe to head too far into the trees."

Nodding absently I head outside, barely hearing his words as I was already reaching out to sense the bugs nearby.