
I saw him for a last time.
My ugly, atrocious brother was the one to shoot the arrow that hit me.
I fell of my horse and hit the rough, hard ground.
From where I lied I witnessed the battle.
Many of my trained men went down, while others managed to kill multiple Fringemen.
I was surprised to see that nobody came to my aid.
They all thought that I died right away; they were wrong.
I was suffering for a good twenty five minutes before death came upon me.
But it wasn’t from the arrow.
The arrow must have struck me in a part of my body that was muscular because the arrow did not hit my heart.
A sticky, spider web like substance fell from the sky.
At First I though it was a form of deviated snow that fell in the winter of the Fringes.
I didn’t want it to hit my face because I thought it might affect the nerves in my body, so when one happened to land on my face I moved my arm up to wipe it off.
That’s when I realized they tightened.
All of the webs grew and spread all over my body.
The more I moved, the tighter they became.
I tried to call for help and that’s when I realized that the battlefield went silent.
Men were struggling to fight the web that was now covering them.
I tried to yell at them to stop moving but the web had already covered my mouth and I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t feel my arms or legs and I was beginning to become nauseous.
The web moved from my nose to my eyes.
I closed my eyes and gave in.
The web had taken over me.