A memory. I know it's a memory, but I don't remember it happening.

"Is it really mine?".

Freshness. My town, the home I left behind, chasing those swords to the capital, the swords of…Ugh, I can't recall it. June. The fields where mom used to work. Sunny. My big sister and I would accompany her in the mornings and play around the place while she took care of the crops. Light wind. The scent of grass, wet dirt and... lavender. She would always pick up a bouquet of lavender and take it home. Mommy really loved the smell.

"Big sister?".

What is that, sleeping between the lavender? An animal? No, a corpse. A rabbit, dead, half eaten, its guts spread. Red dyeing lilac, lilac dyed red. Is he resting or is he suffering? It must be resting; this is only fair. It's the world. It's life. It's nobody's fault that it was weak, not even the rabbit's fault.

"The scent of death is the scent of lavender; they are the same. The goal of all life is death".

A twinge. My chest is stinging.

—hmm... —.

My chest is burning.

—hmm…?! —.

Something is piercing my chest, separating my skin, ripping up my muscles, splitting in half my ribs, bone shards sink in my flesh like ships, defeated by the might of the sea. Suddenly, I open my eyes to the darkness, screaming, no, howling in pain. My eyelids are unable to close, my eyes are injected in blood and my dilated pupils are pushing their limits, as if they wanted to turn to the inside, trying to hide from the pain. Stillborn tears, evaporate, vanishing in the night, as I portray a tantrum like a new born baby. Those red eyes are over me, penetrating my chest with sharp lilac fangs, right to my heart. It's pumping something inside me, burning my flesh, mixing up with my blood. I can feel the weight of my clothes on my skin, I'm soaked in sweat. Salty drops slide from the top of my head to the ends of my light brown short hair. My white silk shirt is now transparent, exposing the stained in blood tight bandaging that binds my chest.

Blind. I fight in panic trying to escape, I want the pain to stop. My head stirs with insanity, to the sides and up and down. The ground has my hands locked up. I bend my wrists trying to free myself.

"Crack!".

I can't move them anymore.

My screams are interrupted by hot vomit running up my throat. I try to block its way, closing my mouth, just to be reminded that the nose is connected to it. The breakfast of this morning, now a heterogeneous yellowish soup with bits, floods my nostrils, momentarily preventing my breath, until, hopelessly, my lips part ways, opening a way for the vomit. I'm drowning. Drowning in vomit. Drowning in my own vomit.

"Death, is this my first time? It's only fair, right?".

No, it's not fair.

"Swords of Darkness? I'm sure that you will make it. You are the stronger person I know, and my awesome little sister!".

Suddenly, the pain is gone.

Summer. Crystal clear water filling a pine wood tub. Cicadas. The scent of peaches. Calm blue eyes and long bright blond mane that falls down your slim, slightly muscular snow-white back, wetting its endings. My head, resting in your flat warm belly and your wide waist supports my back. Your legs around me, thighs protecting me with their soft tight hug. I look up, but I can't see your face, rays of sun blind me. Your delicate, gentle hands petting my chest, their touch; ice cold.

"Tsuare…".

I fainted. After blinking several times, I realize that there is light. Natural light, getting in through the big windows that were before, occult behind the velvet curtains. I'm laying down, beneath me is the same elastic steel-hard floor. It turns out to be a web, a spider web. I'm free. I touch it with my naked hands, doing pressure.

"It's sticky".

I slowly recover my consciousness as I raise my back and sit with my legs stretched out forth. I observe for a moment my pale feet and my small pink toes, moving them like a little kid. Then, I rush to touch my chest, just above my heart, my skin is cold and soft, but it's stab free.

Suddenly, I realize:

(Incensed and embarrassed) "My clothes are gone! Even my binder?!".

My pale, slim, fragile body is completely exposed, head to feet. Though, somehow, I'm not cold. There is no sign of the blood or the vomit that stained my bright skin. There are also no wounds at all in my body or scars proving it. But there is something sticked to my lower abdomen.

—What is this? —.

I carefully hold the corner with my thumb and index and slowly lift it off.

—Ouch! —I pluck out three or four of my abdomen light hairs that were adhered to the thing—.

It's a small rectangle. It has a design with green drawings on its exterior surface. In the center, a human. They have white, bright wings coming out of their back. I can't tell if they are a man or a woman. Androgynous and sexless. In their hands, a long staff.

—An angel…? — (Stunned by its beauty) —.

—(Scratchy deep monotonous voice) —Healing talisman —.

—Wha-?!

I was so focused in the drawing, that I didn't notice this presence. I fall on my back from the scare. From the ground I can see her through the space between my knees.

—E-entoma-sama! — (my face, a tomato; My body, trembling) —.

She is standing in front of me; Expressionless, Mask on; Looking straight between my shaking legs.

—(Entoma continues) —Weak heart —.

I quickly sit back again, facing Entoma; Bended knees, feet supporting my rear and my thighs squeeze; Straight spine, tense neck; My sky-blue eyes on her red glowing; Left hand protecting my intimate parts; Right arm horizontally, hiding the nipples.

(Embarrassed) —Di-did you save me, E-entoma-sama?! — (calm) —You healed my wounds, right? —.

—Venom; Reactivates your heart, life back; Anaesthetic effect, soothes pain; Delayed effect, aphrodisiac; Healing talisman, close wounds —.

—A-aphrodisiac?! — (Warmth floods my insides) —A-Anyway… —.

—Albedo-sama and Entoma's sisters think Entoma eat you —.

(Confused) "She talks about herself in third person?".

—Y-yes, I know, they told me like one hundred times. I knew you wouldn't d-. — (interrupted) —.

—Entoma was going to. Entoma don't want anymore —.

(Aghast) "I almost got eaten?!".

—I feel so lucky… Does that mean… th-that you lo-love me back?!

—(Hint of sadness, unclear) Entoma… likes you. Entoma don't want you to die —.

Tears start flowing

—(I guess worried) —Cry? Why cry? —.

I bring the hands to my face, trying to hold back the weeping. The sound is muffled.

—(Crying) —I-I'm so-sorry. I'm just so happy. You did a-all that for m-me without even knowing my na-name! —.

I can tell Entoma looks puzzled behind her mask, but there is a pinch of sweetness. I have my eyes closed trying to block the tears. Then, I feel the soft touch of warm fabric hugging me. With swift quiet steps, Entoma has come closer to me. She is on her knees, stretching her long kimono sleeves around my neck, resting them on my shoulders and clumsily petting my back with the ends.

(Motherly) —Entoma know name, Ninya. No cry. No cry. Calm. Calm. Entoma here. Here —.

The tears stop. So much time has passed since I last heard my name. I slowly rest my head on Entoma's shoulder, next to her head, drooling her kimono. I stretch my arms around her small waist.

"She smells like lavender… she smells dead too…".

—I do-don't wa-want to die… —.

My words are muffled by the fabric and turn out to be less than a murmur.

—(Probably decided) —Entoma knows. Worry not. Entoma protects you —.

A glow reflects on my blue eyes, like the sun on the water, and I tighten my grip around her waist.

—(Relieved, happy and puppy-like) —Re-really…? Then, ta-take good ca-care of me, please, E-entoma-sama…! —.

I feel safe. Then, a doubt appears in my mind.

—But, how are you going to stop Albedo-sama and your sisters? Are you going to talk to them, Entoma-sama? —.

—No talk, they listen not. Only one way, wedding, they respect sacred union of Nazarick —.

(Astonished) —Y-you wa-want to b-be my wi-wife? —.

—Entoma wants you to live, Entoma will be Ninya's wife. But there is problem, before wedding spiderlings must born —.

—What…? —.

—Mating necessary for sacred union. Arachnoids only partner after mating —.

—Th-that is impossible! I-I'm not even a gi-girl! —.

—Entoma saw Ninya's breasts, even if flat like boy's chest, milk inside. Entoma knows Ninya has place for seed to be deposited, Entoma can smell pheromones between Ninya's thighs —.

—(Ashamed) —E-even if I ha-have a gi-girl's bo-body… I don't li-like it… I don't fe-feel like o-one! —.

—Bandage on breasts. Ninya want people to think Ninya male. Entoma understands, Entoma does not like Entoma's body, too. But Ninya has necessary parts. Entoma wants Ninya to live. Entoma must mate with Ninya to protect the live —.

—I know… —.

"I'm ashamed o-of my bo-body… but… but sh-she's right!".

—Will everything be all right after that? —.

—Ninya safe after. Ninya, Entoma's husband —.

—O-okay! I will do i-it for E-entoma-sama! —.