Chapter 3 : A Message, A Challenge, And A Spider

          "....I feel no shame, with shield and sword and armor, against this monster: when                he comes to me I mean to

The roar of his musket is audible, even from the safe sanctuary of my home. I jerk my head away from the window and cringe. I see a shadow fall down and land with a small thump on the pavement. I decide, wisely, not to watch anymore and walk away from the

It’s haunting me, watching me! I know it’s there. Maggie, please! I’ll give anything, I swear! Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Please, please, just kill the spider in my room!”

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

He ducked as I slid my sword across the air. The magnificent beast I was welding was begging to slice into someone and drink their iron rich blood. The Willowan man is twice the size of me and much stronger, but I am much more fast and nimble. He attacks me, aiming for me left side. I step aside and slash my sword through his last rib. His face turns blank and he falls to his knees. As I walk away I hear his blood gurgle in his mouth. He was wrong to think that he could possibly beat me.

Suddenly the sound of the stomp of hoofs and clanking of sheathed weapons could be heard from a distance.

Mace growled and brought his giant weapon up, swung it, once, twice, and then smashed it down into the table next to the stranger's. Wood splinters flew out in every direction. A twisted look passed over the stranger's shadowed face as Mace started his second swing. And in one smooth movement, the stranger stood, his cape whirling back from the great weapon that Gasparro had noted earlier, and smashed the mace out of it's path with a single swing of the largest sword Gasparro had ever seen.

"Hahaha! morons!, you think simple weapons can stop me? hahaha" I said while laughing demonicaly. I walk towards the big steel door's..using my ability I made the door's burst and it scattered inside the room. I slowly walk and I saw the most powerful and handsome ability user..I dash to the front looking at him...a devilish smile started to form in my lips.

Researcher Christopher Buddle of McGill University in Canada, and his colleagues almost accidentally came across the Northern Pseudoscorpion “Wyochernes asiaticus” while working on a research project. Northern pseudoscorpions reside in rocky areas along creeks and rivers such as Sheep Creek in the Yukon, where Buddle and his team collected the specimen. These areas are not only extremely cold, but they flood each spring, for two to seven days at a time. Knowing that only about four specimens had been collected previously, Buddle was determined to know how these tiny arachnids could survive such brutal temperatures and external conditions. He then focused the next couple of years to researching the pseudoscorpion.

It was a starry night in the middle of autumn. The streets were calming down from the earlier festival. The stone bricks of the streets were covered in leaves and confetti as I passed the white house's edged with spruce wood. I got farther and farther away from the Melting Dragon-Smith, strolling the same parade passage I was assigned earlier to safeguard the King’s float. I was carrying the new sword and shield I had purchased. The smith, Garash and I were childhood friends. The sword I had gotten was a custom, it had a blade of steel, a gleaming golden hilt, a dark black leather grip, and a polished golden pummel with a flaming ruby embedded in it. The shield was rectangular shape, parading the Rubria Knights banner, a red background with

My breathing slows as I eye the doe before me. I pull my arm back as I stand up from where I crouch behind a lush green tree. The spear I held in my hand is lightweight but can hit something with incredible speed and force. I take a stance while letting out a soft breath. I lunged. The spear flies from my hand, impaling the doe through the chest. It falls limp, its head lolling. I walk towards it, my wavy red skirt, high in the front and low in the back, sways as I walk towards the dead animal. I bend down to pick up the doe and I lug it over my shoulder. My double bladed spear is in its sheath on my belt. I begin to trudge back to the tavern. I’m a bartender and I provide the meat we serve. The woods are alive with twittering birds and

Teacher reads a story book, “The very busy spider”. Oscar listens to the story silently and observes the pictures in the book. When teacher read, “Moo, Moo, said the cow”, Oscar says, “Moo, Moo cow”. Teacher says, “Yes, it is a cow” and continues to read. He looks at the picture and listens to the story calmly till the end. At the end of the story he says, “Spider”

Isylate grinned as she slipped out her window and used her scarf to drop down the balconies. This was a move she had mastered after about 30 failed attempts. These failed attempts ended in either chickening out, or waking up her father. Funny thing, when she finally decided to go down, she hadn’t fallen once. She liked to think that she was creeping along the side of the building like a spider. Thus, he gave her the title of, "his spider." Speaking of him, she couldn’t wait to see him. Today she had was expecting a trip to the docks, and even cleared permission with her father, a rare feat. Well… she hadn’t exactly cleared it with her father. He knew she was going to the docks, but not with who.

6. Is it true when you enter project management, you either go up the organization or out the door?

I change into my combat boots, tie my hair up, gather my bag, bow and arrows. I climb back through the