"The Incident in Whitehorn" - A Weekend Freewrite

Every aspect of your stay is designed to ensure that you leave feeling better than when you arrived, she said. He looked around him and through his still blurry vision, the man could see the cream-colored walls that composed the room he was in, a bit on the small side, but with fine furniture, and some of the softest mattress he had ever felt, and at his left, a small table with his things.

The woman, dressed un light blue robes, blonde and probably in her mid 30’s, was picking up a tray that was filled with used bandages and some other medical things, before going out of the room. He now felt the pain in his body, and the various newly wrapped bandages.

He had no clear memory of anything since he had decided to visit the Draconic druids in the Whitehorn mountains, just him running from something faster than him, before falling down a slope. A small burst of pain in his head seemed to bring some closed eyes, accompanied with the same darkness that overcame his mind after hitting the rocky bottom.

At least the spider was gone. That had not been the case when he heard the shriek overhead. Quickly opening his eyes he saw what at first seemed like a black blur, but then got defined long and slender legs, big abdomen, and a head that seemed a horrible experiment of mixing human and spider.

Not even a damn later, and the man was throwing himself to his left side while leaving behind a thin sheet of purple light upon which the creature landed. Another shriek from the spider, this time of pain, and the wounded man grabbed his backpack and clothes before running out of the door.

Hey you!, get back to your room! –said the same woman from before, coming from across a hallway to the left.

There’s a fucking spider monster, you get in! –said the wounded man running past the blue-robed woman, their shoulders hitting in the process.

The heel fell off from her left shoe and she fell to her knees. The man turned around knowing it was his fault, and also intrigued about who the hell weared heels for what seemed hospital work. He turned around and helped her get up, but at that same instant, the spider monster came out of the room.

Quick thinking has never quite been his forte, but a couple of years on the road helped him become accustomed to some dangers, and because of it his hand reached inside his backpack and pulled a wand. Flinging the magical piece of wood like the handle of a whip, a thin strand of bluish energy sprung out from its tip before hitting the spider creature, exploding into icicles that blocked the hallway. The creature seemed wounded, but was still trying to get past the new barrier, giving time to the wounded and the nurse to put some distance between them.

They found some guards that took care of the monster before asking the wounded man some questions. Lie-proof spells later, he was let go, but his mind came back to the incident, why him?, he wasn’t so dumb to enrage a creature so much that it would come looking for him inside an inhabited building, but then again, its head wasn`t all that normal…

Some miles away, inside a hidden tower, a female voice laughed coldly while looking trough a crystal ball. Oh dear Sebastian, it is always so much fun to play with you. Her milk-white hands placed themselves over the crystal ball. What’s next, hhmmm…?.