Mélanie

You descend hastily, releasing webbing ever more frantically from your spinneret. Several of your kind follow closely behind and you sense the same feeling of urgency amongst your kindred, the same powerful lust. As you near the ground, several of your eyes rotate downwards to get a proper glance at your victim. You spy a woman holding a taught bow, arrow at the ready. She looks nervous and wary. Then, without warning, she looks up. Mélanie's eyes meet yours for a split-second, her own wide with fear. With a gnashing of teeth you launch yourself to the ground, spraying ropes of silk in all directions.

You miss. Landing forcefully on the ground, you snap your many legs tightly on the spot where Mélanie had been stood, but they close around empty space. Other thuds surround you and a frustrated clicking deafens you - the archer is escaping! You scuttle forward instinctively, a half-dozen of your brothers at your side, and raise you gaze to spot the girl. She is no more than twenty feet away, fleeing for her life! You shriek and set off in pursuit. Thunk! A broadhead arrow flies noiselessly through the air and lodges itself deep in your brain.

You are thrown back violently into your human body. Shocked, you shake your head in disbelief as you attempt to re-orient yourself. Images flash before you on the seeing stone. Although barely in a state to process them, you see several hairy creatures collapse, each eliminated with unerring precision in the same fashion - a single projectile through the eye-socket. After a brief chase, with eight of their number dead and the fleet-footed archer disappearing further and further into the distance, the spiders scatter and are soon climbing back into their lair to prepare their next ambush. An anguished smacking of jaws conveys the disappointment of the pack.

Cursing, you rub your throbbing temples and sit down in an alcove off the main chamber. Although possession poses no physical risks to your person, the pain and surprise of **** remains all too real and all too unpleasant. Irritated, you lazily mutter a few common healing spells and the room is bathed in a cool, green light as waves of soothing energy wash over you. Some time later you convince yourself to stand up again, and you gaze back into the blackness of the looking glass. You pass your eyes over the map of the labyrinth, keen to exact retribution, and find the nearest yellow dot, towards the eastern section of the maze. You hope that it is Mélanie. More than one monster prowls the area. Eager to escape the aches plaguing your mortal self, you swipe your right hand across the surface of the mirror in a swift motion and summon images of all your potential hosts.