"I'll do whatever I want, you stupid fairy!"
From Create Your Own Story
"What the- how dare you, you little brat!" the redheaded beauty said, an expression of shock on her face. "Didn't your parents teach you manners?!"
"My village beat up my parents and chased me into this place! I don't have to listen to anyone anymore! Not my friends, not the grown-ups, and not you! I'm living on my own from now on!" you say angrily, the rage about the whole mess that had built up inside of you coming to the fore because of the way she tried to boss you around. "And nobody can tell me to pretend to be the bad guy, or tell me to stay behind, or tell me that I have to be a goat herder when I grow up! I'm gonna be an adventurer! A big hero that everyone knows!"
Fernweh stares at you with a frown, then lets out a frustrated sigh when your outburst is over. "Look, kid, I don't know your circumstances, and they sound pretty awful, but I'm talking about your safety here. I'm not trying to tell you that you have to do anything. You can be an adventurer, or a hero, or whatever you want to be after we get out of this godforsaken cave. I don't care! Just stay close to me, alright?"
"No!" you scream, far beyond the point of listening. You were mistaken to be glad to not be alone anymore, just because you met this lady when you were a little afraid of the dark. You turn on your heel and stomp off, your heavy footfalls muffled by the leather of your sandals as you head back towards the room with the pool of water, intent on finding your way out on your own.
"Hey! Wait!" the nymph calls, but you do not obey her. You will never obey anyone again. The thought seems to give you strength and courage, and you break into a sprint to escape her. You are soon far enough away that you can no longer hear her exasperated calls, and you emerge into the large chamber, the soft green glow of the moss on the rocks glittering in the pure, clean water. You see a small rock at your feet, pick it up, and throw it into the still waters, creating a large, noisy splash that sent small waves all around the surface, disturbing its tranquility.
Before you can throw another rock in grumpily, you hear what sounds like a sob coming from the tunnel on the far left. The voice is strangely familiar to you, so you head down that direction, though it is hard to quell the unease in your heart. A few more stifled sobs echo through the passage before you come into another rocky chamber. This room is a bit smaller than the one you were just in. Looking around, you find nothing of note except two more passages that branch from this room. As you investigate the one to your right, you hear that sad whimpering coming from it, and you naturally investigate to see what exactly is down there.
You enter that tunnel and follow it to its conclusion, which is a chamber with an unusually large amount of that glow-y moss and little cobwebs in it, and a little girl with long black hair in a white gown facing away from you and clearly crying. She looks like one of your friends. She's even wearing the dress that she wore when she ran off a few days ago. You approach her silently and touch her shoulder, and the sobbing suddenly stops.
The girl slowly twists her neck until it snaps with an awful crack, and her familiar pale face is stained with tears. Her bloodshot eyes wander around until they suddenly zero in on you, and her mouth opens to utter an awful, hoarse warning:
"Run."
As if her words compel you supernaturally, you immediately spin on your heel to bolt out of the chamber, but in your haste, you run full force into a giant spiderweb that blocks the way. It adheres to your soggy clothes and your skin so well that you cannot even hope to break free from it no matter how hard you struggle. You hear a chittering noise come from behind you and the click-clack of chitinous limbs upon stone. You open your mouth and start to scream in mortal terror just as you feel something stab into your back, the pain searing through your entire body before you shortly go numb, and lose all control over your own body.
You fall limp against the spider web, and several shiny black limbs pull you off and hoist you into the air. You get a glimpse at the terrifying spidery creature, with hundreds of soulless eyes that reflect the dim glow of the moss at you, before it begins to slowly rotate you and spew some sort of silky substance from its spinnerets all over you, layering the warm, white fibers over your entire form and quickly wrapping you up as your consciousness fades.
