<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/034/8/3/8379a686673826263917e3fbab58e64a.jpg)</div>Sitting by her fire, Felina looked blankly at the dancing flames, oblivious to the forest surrounding her. The Elf's bare, slender and athletic legs were folded against her bosom and she was hugging them while her chin rested on her knees. Her red curly mane freely covered her back down to her waist.<br/><br/>For the thousandth time she wondered why she was still alive when her family, her friends, her entire clan were dead. The physical reason she knew very well: she alone had managed to free herself out of the large spiders' webs. She had always been good at that kind of things. She was very supple, her fingers and toes were incredibly strong and agile and she could contort her joints at angles that seemed impossible to other Elves. Once free, she had tried to help her companions but the arrival of new spiders had forced her to flee and wait for the next chance to come back. Except that that chance never came. The spiders did not come back to inspect their preys but to cocoon them further and carry them away. Their screams of horror and agony still echoed inside her skull.<br/><br/>Should she have run to rescue them? She might have killed a bunch of spiders, for sure… but in the end she would have been captured too… So she had chosen to remain hidden. She had followed the spiders and found that they were actually scouts from a larger group, like an army, composed of giant spiders and led by creatures she never dared to approach close enough to see them correctly.<br/><br/>She had followed them for one week and seen them disappear into a cave. They never went out, except for the large spiders that scouted the surroundings. Felina had tried once to enter those cave but they were filled with webs, large spiders and even bigger ones and she had not dared to go further.<br/><br/>Since then the lone Elf had wandered around, sad and miserable, ruminating about her past and her bleak future. She did not dare go too close to the caves, nor did she want to go too far either. She had come back to her village, built in the branches of trees, only to find everything broken and covered in spider web. It was such a sad sight that she had preferred to leave the place for ever. She was now roaming the forests, more like a ghost than a living creature.<br/><br/>Those sad thoughts brought new tears to her eyes and she sobbed again as tears trickled down her knees, unaware of the danger that was approaching her.