Mosquito flew directionless through the night, his mind and body reduced to that of a single bat, how many days had passed was beyond him, he didn't care, his mind was to small and simple to understand more then 2 words. Only these 2 words drove his wings to continue frantically flapping. The first thought was something the bat that once was mosquito couldn't understand. The word "spider" kept appearing in his mind, he knew not why, but he understood the second word in his head clear as crystal- blood.

More days passed as Mosquito flew through the lifeless woods that surrounded the headquarters of arachnophobia, now in ruins. After what must have felt like an eternity Mosquito's fragile form finally found something it could sink it's teeth into- a hare nibbling on some greenery. Swiftly Mosquito plunged his fangs into the hare's neck and drank as much as he could from it's small frame. As his thirst was satiated the thought of blood began to fade, and the meaning behind the word spider began to become clear. "Arachne-sama!" His mind snapped into focus, his purpose suddenly renewed. The bat jolted up from the hare and frantically looked around. Where was he? How long had it been? He grew more and more infuriated as he realized how lost he was. Even more so as the memories came flooding back, he had become careless and allowed that foul mage to best him, he had let the locks to arachne's chamber become undone, he had failed her a countless number that day.

But where was she now, how was she, he had to know. He hurriedly finished his meal and fluttered off once more, only a few minutes past before he realized just how tired he must have been, his wings were failing him and he began to slowly descend once more. Before he hit the ground he found a stroke of luck, a fawn and it's mother slowly traversing the woods. He landed softly on the fawns back and began to suck the blood he desperately needed. The fawn sensing something on it's back as it's energy was being drained let out a shrill cry. The mother reacted swiftly and kicked the bat off with it's hind legs. Mosquito flew and hit a tree trunk with a "thud" as he let out a groan, the mother and fawn quickly fleeing.

Mosquito sighed. "Let's hope that was enough to get these old legs walking again." He then shed his cumbersome bat form for something quicker. He had meant to return to his form from 200 years ago but was confused to find he had only reverted to the present. Mosquito let out a sigh. "0 years ago, when I was at my oldest." He was small in stature, barely taller than a child, a top hat adorned his head as he wore a twin tailed suit, accented by a bat bow tie. Grey whiskers and a uni brow framed his face before pointing to the ground. His nose was pointed and sharp. "It must be all I can muster with what blood I've managed to collect. Still it is better then forcing my arms to flap any longer." He said as he stretched. "Now a monster my age could use a walk through the woods."

Hours later, with hardly anything else to eat Mosquito finally happened upon a village. "Finally I can enjoy a real meal." He said with a wicked grin before closing his eyes somberly. "I suppose dinner should wait until I've found out what has happened during my absence." Mosquito walked on into town and entered a random tavern, it's sign reading "The fine flagon bar". Mosquito quietly stepped in, there was no people as it was midday. Mosquito made his way to the counter and was pleased to see how quickly the barkeep made his way over to serve him. "Good evening sir, how's the day been treating you?" Mosquito let out another sigh. "Not very well I'm afraid." The barkeep gave him a smile. "cheer up bud, we've lived this long, might as well enjoy the rest of our years."

Mosquito glanced up at the barkeep, he certainly was a man of age, at least by a human's standards. "How has the world been as of late anyways? Hard to keep track of it myself these days." Mosquito spoke wearily. "Heh, I know what you mean, I only know as much as the people I serve do. Thankfully I get enough travelers to get a big enough picture." Mosquito raised an eyebrow, prompting the barkeep to speak further. "Well the biggest deal is they beat the Kishin, so the madness has died down a great deal." Mosquito's eyes widened. "The Kishen was beaten? By who?" The barkeep shrugged. "Bunch of folks from the DWMA." Mosquito frowned. "What about arachnophobia?" The barkeep gave Mosquito a look. "Those guys have been out of business for awhile now, that DWMA sure is good at stomping out chaos." Mosquito shook his head. "What of their queen?" Mosquito pressed for more information. "You mean the witch Arachne? She got beaten, even got her soul eaten to make a death scythe I hear." Mosquito felt a glimmer of hope. "Only 1 soul was eaten?" He asked to make sure. The barkeep gave mosquito another look. "Well how many souls could a person have?" Mosquito grinned. "You'd be surprised." he answered back. The barkeep chuckled at what he thought was a joke. "Nothing like old timers talking about life to make them older." Mosquito chuckled back. "You still seem plenty young to me." The barkeeps grin widened. "Just for that you can have a drink on the house."

Mosquito looked up at the barkeep. "I suppose a can have one before I go." He then impaled his nose into the barkeeps shoulder and began to drink. He stopped as soon as the man's face became pale, he didn't want to kill this one. "Thank you, that was delightful, you've kept yourself healthy, you should be proud." He spoke to the barkeep who was leaning over the counter, unable to stand up now, letting out faint wheezes. "Here let this be your tip for your excellent service" Mosquito continued as he pulled out a packet of violet pastilles. "It's important to keep your blood sugar levels regular after giving blood." The barkeep simply stared as mosquito made his way out. Before he stepped out of sight he turned back and spoke once more. "From one servant to another, I hope you manage to live as long as I do." With that he left.

Now alone the barkeep slowly grabbed the pastilles and dumped a few of them into his mouth. He immediately felt better. That was when he noticed his nose seemed to be sharper, almost pointed. He suddenly remembered the old mans nose. "I don't know what this means, but I hope it don't mean trouble." He said as he tapped his nose.