Part VIII

Part 8

In the fortress of mystical knowledge, the largest library of arcane magic, lies the Guardian of the multiverse’s Temple of Wonders. It is here that the two companions, who are joined for eternity by the magical powers they possess. It is their magic that must be used to counter the Black Widow Arachnéida.

Yuna, the fairy and Ditratos, the White Mage rest in soft beds in an elvish "trance." The Transfiguration of Arachne affected their subconscious. Their minds welcomes knowledge of a civilization that has crisscrossed the Inner Meanders for eons.

These beds are actually giant spider webs that have been woven without any sticky substance. Safe and comfortable, they bring rest to the two watchers of the multiverse. The Elven trance completes its work on the new consciousness of the two companions. Around them, imperceptible runes suspended in air going through their body and brain, giving a final touch of black magic to the transfiguration of the Arachne.

Since reading the Grimoire of Dark Elves and the Creatures of Inner Meanders, both friends have perceived and seized the Knowledge and Heritage of the Dark Elves that goes back to the genesis of Gaia. With their transfiguration, the glory days of Arachnéida are counted. The magic that these companions hold will change the course of history. Until now, souls have never survived the Transfiguration of Arachne. Several unfortunate souls who have tried still roam as entities lost in the binding of this Grimoire of the Damned.

As the mage lays on a spiders web, his senses awaken, when the realization comes to him of what an intense moment this is. Without even opening his eyes, now that he is a Dark Elf, he can sense Yuna nearby, hanging on a web of her own. “Yes, Yes, it's me, your beautiful Yuna, your favorite and revered Arachne!” the newest dark elf reveals.

Yuna’s thought enters the Mage’s head. “Telepathy, bright as the light is between our brains!” Thinks he. As Yuna replies to him through her voiceless speech “Yes! My beautiful privacy is violated, but our intuitions are tenfold.”

In one a synchronized action, they open their eyes to each other and smile. Before either of them speak a word, they are both clearly surprised at the choice of languages available in their minds. Dozens of dialects are found in their memories. Languages that are spoken by races whose members have never walked on the surface of Gaia. Together, Ditratos and Yuna shake their heads. For a few moments the Mage thought carefully, choosing his words, as he spoke first, “we need a few more hours to control ourselves” both know!

He looks up to observe his Temple of Wonders. Woven here and there are huge canvases, stretched in to strange shapes that stretch to the top of the sphere of light that disappears into the umbrella of darkness in this well of knowledge.

A mischievous thought sings in the spirit of the dark elf who is a bit troubled by the unreasonable decorative touches. “Bah! I could not sleep after the feast yesterday. Then I spun a little. It relaxed me a lot and my digestion has been successful over the canvas. It's strange!” Yuna speaks of her new and strange disguise.

Yuna lands on the shoulder of the dark elf in two or three beats of her dark wings and claws. From her fairylike voice, Yuna whispered to her friend, “You know, the functioning of my digestive system is very...” A simple gesture of protest from the hand of Ditratos is enough to interrupt his friend, “Okay, okay! I know, my dear.” “Of course,” she said with their telepathic communication, the beauty of the word goes.

Despite the lightness of Yuna’s spirit, the gatekeepers activate a magical plan of attack over the Dark Elves. They familiarize themselves with some sentences in dialects that have their origin from the bowels of Gaia. Another tool in their bag of tricks, used to confront an enemy of size and supremacy: The Black Widow, the undisputed Queen of the Dark Elves. After several hours of preparation, they are ready to face the task at hand.

The Arachne and her male-servant stop for a moment before the mirror, a time for reflection. The mage utters the plan to his companion, “On reflection, we will descend toward the Dark Elves, but I won’t venture leaving the mirror under the nose of The Black Widow. We’ll start from the Roche-aux-fées. From there, we’ll follow our prey in their tracks.”

The Mage weighed a specimen of the soil sample collected at the foot of the Roche-aux-fées. Yuna's chest swells with pride, “I can not wait to see her dark face submit to the authority that I am, especially when all his army of dark elves disappear before her eyes.”

Yuna sweeps the air with her little ebony arms to put weight to her words. It must be said that Arachne also enjoy the confidence that victory is accompanied by and is very convincing with a physical body so monstrous and magnificent. Meanwhile, the magician invokes the mysteries to open the gate of the mirror. Its surface reflects their images of black smoke like and our two friends are unrecognizable under the transfiguration spell. Ripples appear on the surface of the mirror and three strokes of the wings carry the revered Arachne to their destination. Her male-servant followed suit gracefully away from the other side of the mirror, where Roche-aux-fées awaits.