as soon as Devina stepped foot into the cave, a giant aranha webbed the entrance closed."a mortal!" it cried in a voice that reminded Devina of Charlot."you would be a sight for sore eyes if i could see, but my sight is about as good as jaykits."it explained."now, i suppose you want THIS?"it asked, holding the head of a skeleton that had a tuff of brown hair on its skull."please help me" he cried."yes..." Devina agreed to the aranha a bit unsure what to expect."well, then,you have to eaither give me something or kill me.and I'm pretty sure you don't want to know choice THREE."the aranha explained."and that is?"
"you become my prey." the aranha answered.now
Just then a young girl with pale skin and stitches everywhere ran too the "new arrival" in a panic."please, have you seen a little skeleton wearing black sweats?"she asked."he's about as tall as me and has a small tuff of brown hair."she added.
"um...well, i saw a HEADLESS skeleton like that."the mortal said, pointing at a giant aranha pit. the headless body was at the front of the den.
"oh, mine poor brother!" the pale girl exclaimed. she buried her head in her hands and began to cry slightly red tears.the mortal thought for a moment, then softly offered"I'll go
Devina was deep in thought. she had a lot she COULD give. she could cut her hair, she could give the aranha one of her blood samples...then it hit her."excuse me, did you say you SIGHT was as good as JAYKITS?"Devina asked in suspicion."yes, why?" the aranha replied."well..."she went on."that meens you read the brail version of the warriors series.and as you know,Jaykit was blind por birth.""yes. continue."the aranha agreed."well,I'm beginning to know what gift to give you. but first, I'll need a knife. you got one?"she finished.the aranha gave her a surprised look, but gave her a small dagger anyways."kid, you might wanna look away." she told the skeleton head."I've seen my sister take her eye out when she was a kind of normal human and put it in my socket. i can take ANYTHING!"he protested."oh, OK. just warning." she huffed. the seguinte thing the poor boy knew, his savior was using the dagger to get her own eye out. he could barley watch.