as soon as Devina stepped foot into the cave, a giant araña 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 tu 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 araña a bit unsure what to expect."well, then,you have to eaither give me something o kill me.and I'm pretty sure tu don't want to know choice THREE."the araña explained."and that is?"
"you become my prey." the araña answered.now
Just then a young girl with pale skin and stitches everywhere ran too the "new arrival" in a panic."please, have tu 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 araña 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 araña one of her blood samples...then it hit her."excuse me, did tu say tu SIGHT was as good as JAYKITS?"Devina asked in suspicion."yes, why?" the araña replied."well..."she went on."that meens tu read the brail version of the warriors series.and as tu know,Jaykit was blind por birth.""yes. continue."the araña agreed."well,I'm beginning to know what gift to give you. but first, I'll need a knife. tu got one?"she finished.the araña gave her a surprised look, but gave her a small dagger anyways."kid, tu 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 siguiente thing the poor boy knew, his savior was using the dagger to get her own eye out. he could barley watch.