Chapter 1
Arachne's POV
I sat at my loom, weaving a beautiful picture of the great Greek goddess of the moon and the hunt, Artemis. The picture showed her crouching in the forest bow drawn and arrow notched. Her face was set with a hard determined look. I had just finished the maidens silver aura and was starting to weave the loyal wolf pack that she led.
"Wow that's amazing!" a voice said almost making me fall of my loom.
"Yes, weaving has been a passion of mine since I was just a little girl." I said turning to see a young woman in her twenties.
I finished my picture of Artemis and sold it to the young woman for a reasonable price.
As I started to weave my second picture I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see a regular teenage girl. Well at least she looked like a regular teenage girl. But looking closer I saw that she was not. She had pointy ears and elf like features her dress seemed to be made of leafs and twigs rather than ordinary materials.
"What are you?" I asked
"I am a Nymph," She said "I was just admiring your weaving, you do it so gracefully."
"Come here," I said "would you mind if I weaved a picture of you?"
The Nymph looked like she was about to faint. "Oh, I would be delighted," she said as she walked over "Thank you, Miss!"
I set to work. I weaved the Nymph's green eyes and pointed nose, her perfect brown hair and her amazing dress. When I was finished I gave her the picture and she ran off delighted. Then the strangest thing happened she turned around, waved goodbye and pop. She turned into a solid oak tree.
"Fascinating," I mumbled to myself "Very fascinating."