[ WP ] `` Why are you a spider ? '' They ask . `` Why are n't you a spider ? '' You retort .

`` Why are you a spider?'' i hear a voice behind me. I am getting really tired of that question. Why did no one expect the most powerful being of this whelm to be a spider? `` Why are you not a spider?'' I reply to the young boy behind me. I ca n't see him, but I sense his little magic. He seems to contemplate the question, but he does n't answer. `` Why can you talk?'' I barely manage to hold in a sigh. `` Why can you breathe?'' I answer him. Again, the young boy thinks about the question, but does n't answer it. Instead, he asks another question. Brave one, this one is. `` They say you are the most powerful... Why?'' This time I do n't reply with another question. `` Simply because I am.'' 
 I turn around, giving the young wizard -for indeed he had magic, seeing the traditional clothes the boy wears- a better look at me. His face shows something of awe and disgust. From my waist down, I am a spider. My waist is both spider and human, and from my bust up I am a female. My long hair cover my front. A brave young witch once compared it with how mermaids wear their hair. That was, of course, the last comparison she had ever made. 
 `` Now listen'' I say, stepping forward. `` Just tell my why you are here, and we can get this over with.'' I know why he is here, for the same reason every magical being comes here. The boy trembles, but he holds himself together wonderfully well. `` I- I am here for my final test.'' I nod, slowly, and start to braid my hair. I see the boy swallow when my breasts come in full sight. He stands there in silence whilst I finish braiding. I am not sure what to make of him. 
 
 `` A woman comes up to you, for her child is ill. A servant comes up to you, for the child of his master is ill. You can only help one child. Which one do you save?'' 
 The boy stays silent, contemplating by question. I roll my eyes and turn around again. With a flick of my hand, he does n't remember my question, he does n't remember me, and he is in the world I just created, facing the exact problem I just asked him to solve. He chooses the poor lady. Within seconds he sees the future. The child of the poor woman is stolen to take the place of the dead rich brat. The mother is killed. 
 
 The boy returns to his senses, looking around, remembering. `` You chose.'' I state, and without looking I know he nods. 
 
 
 `` The king offers you riches, protection. You will be outlawed if you do not take his offer. If you accept, you and your family will be safe from all harm. You will live a luxury life. But you will not be able to help the crowd.'' 
 
 The boy answers, immediately. `` I'd chose the crowd.'' `` Of course you would. Now, I'd like you to repeat that answer'' I turn around and hand him a bit of my web, `` holding this.'' The young wizard reaches out to the web, quickly retreat when he feels the stickiness of it. I look in his eyes, and he grabs the web. `` I- I'd chose the crowd?'' He says. Even before he finishes, the web starts to grow, wrapping around his arm, his torso, his legs, only leaving his neck and head free. 
 `` You lied.'' I say. `` No I did not I-'' he stops talking when he feels the web tightening around him. `` You lied.'' I repeat. I turn around and walk away. 
 
 
 I really do not like those magicians coming. It means I can not use my throne room for another twenty-four hours. The boy spoke the truth, but that was not the test. `` Go clean the throne room darlings.'' I say to my servants, my children. `` And ignore the boy. But please do clean his hair.'' The rustle of their 8 little legs is calming, able to hear throughout my entire castle. The library is only a short, five minutes walk from the throne room. 
 
 
 Only a few of my kind are in the library, and I send them away. I look up at the ceiling, where exactly eighty-eight eyes look down on me, owned by the fourty-four wizards and witches that were truly gentle and kind. When they sense their death they return to me, to die but live forever in one of my webs. I nod at them, and walk to the middle of the room. Well, as far as I can go to the middle of the room. The exact middle is occupied by a large pillar, resting on is a silver orb. Within, a fog of all colours and none. I touch it, the colours pulsing together, forming a memory. And so I watch the entire history of the young wizard, from the beginning of time to his dreams now. 
 
 Twenty-four hours have passed, and I return. The boy is still there, awake, terrified. `` You have less questions to ask now, do n't you?'' I think. He shivers when he hears my steps, all of my eight legs touching the floor alternately. My voice is soft when I ask him what he sees. `` A throne- multiple webs- sp- spiders...'' He mumbles, almost impossible to hear. I walk around him, and he swallows. My breasts are still bare, my figure is gorgeous, the only thing that usually uses disinterest is the part from my waist down. `` Spiders. Correct. How many medicines have at least one part spider?'' I ask, with my sweetest voice `` a- a- all of them?'' `` Hmm. And why is that so?'' `` B- be- because- becausetheyaretheonlyspeciesthathaveeightlegsandeightisthenumberofmagic'' he rattles, clearly having studied the sentence by heart. `` And why is eight the number of magic?'' I respond. Silence. `` I- I don't- because you are the most powerful?'' 
 
 `` Partly correct. I am the most powerful because eight is the number of magic. Eight is the number of magic because I am the most powerful.'' One of my long nails brushes long his cheekbone. I bend, moving my mouth really close to his ear. `` Are you afraid?'' I whisper. He nods. My finger stops before it touches his nose. Then I pierce my nail in his temple, spreading dark ink through his face. `` Everyone is afraid.'' 
 
 A flash of light, and I am alone. An empty cone of web lying next to me. The young wizard will be talented. He is humble, yet curious, and has a kind hart. The scar in his temple, and the always moving spider tattoo will be a sign of his validly and his strength. I un-braid my hair, make sure it covers my breast, turn around, my back facing the room and let my servants open the door. 
 
 `` A- are you a spider?'' 
 
 Sigh, there we go again. 
 
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