Spiders are fickle creatures. They weave carefully spun tales, every web of lies meticulously placed. They dangle the enticing silk over unknowing eyes, and cloak themselves in what remains: the true wolves in sheep's clothing.

Ever the artists of the woodland trees, they creep up on unsuspecting creatures, never letting a sound pass until it is too late for any hope to remain in their poor preys' souls.

Feiya had always hated spiders. The eight-legged arachnids were far too unsettling for her taste, far too much like her. Every time she unexpectedly encountered one of the furry little monsters she would immediately run for her life to go get someone, as though some otherworldly power had taken over her, recognising the danger that she was in.

It is truly a tragedy that Feiya ended up becoming what she hated the most: a manipulative, conniving, liar.