Do to overwhelming demand, I present a continuation of the Adventures of
Daina Chani, the infamous Spyder Researcher featured in the story The Spyders
Are Coming! in week 117. (Okay, so I got two Neomails and neither had to
do with the actual story. Close enough!)
Join Professor Chani as she embarks on her adventure with her ironically somewhat
Spyder-phobic assistant Dave. Both Blue Kacheeks will meet with various tests
and trials as they search for the Hidden Temple of Arachnia.
"Are you 'sure' Spyders are from outer space, Chan?"
asked Dave, Professor Daina Chani's reluctant assistant, again.
Daina Chani's plump Spyder, Spy, chirped up in
an accent. "But of course, dear chap. The tales specifically tell us that us
Spyders once roamed the stars and lived on the planet of Arachnia. Why else
would I wish us to quest for the legendary Hidden Temple of Arachnia? I must
find the truth, the origin of my ancestry and people!"
Chan, the Prof.'s nickname, stroked Spy's hairy
back. They were sitting on a log in the middle of what looked like a small landing
in a swamp. Dave had no idea where they were, except a faint suspicion that
they were somewhere around the Haunted Woods. The moss stuck to Dave and Chan's
fur as they sat down, and mud clung to them from toes to the tips of his ears.
"So what's a swamp gotta do with a hidden temple?"
"Ever-thang, Davey," spoke the Professor, in
a Southern accent. "Ah showed ya the research! The secret passage-thingie should
be right 'round 'ere. Some-wheres..."
Then the log the threesome were sitting on suddenly
shifted with an alarming shudder.
Dave's eyes widened to twice their normal size.
"Umm, Chan? Are jungles, err, subject to earthquakes?"
Chan frowned, "Ya know, Ah'm not al-tagetha sure...
May'aps." Then she seemed to notice the odd rumbling in the ground. She shrugged,
still perfectly calm and collected. "Ah guess so."
Dave himself began shaking. "An, an EARTHQUAKE!!!
He was about to jump up and run off when the
log lurched and the ground around them shook enormously. A huge cavern opened
up underneath them. The log, and the threesome upon it, seemed to hang in the
air for a second before they fell in.
Dave screamed, "YAAHAHAHGGHH!!!"
Spy squeaked like the little Petpet he was.
The not-so-famous professor folded her arms and
nodded proudly as they fell. "See, ah knew the thingie waz 'round 'ere!"
They landed with a huge *WUMPH*. Dave landed
chest down over the log.
"Whoof! Rough landing..." he managed to gasp
out when Spy stared at him alarmingly.
Chan was already searching the area in which
they had fallen. "Hmm, it appears ta be some sort a ancient prison 'ole." Her
face lit up and her eyes sparkled as she examined the strange markings on the
windowless walls. "Ya'll can jus a'magine the scoundrals an' murderers an' crooks
that were locked up in 'ere until judgement!"
Dave just managed to sit up when he heard this.
"J-j-judgement? As-as in punishment? Torture? Starvation? DEATH?!" He started
gasping eratically, as if he couldn't breathe.
Spy crawled next to Dave's arm and patted it.
"There, there dear chap. Everything will be all right. Now, breathe in, one...
two... three..., breathe out, one... two... three..."
Unaware of her assisstant's hyperventilation
behind her, she nodded her head in agreement to Dave's exclamation. "Naturally,
these 'ere eye-row-glyph-ick thingie-majingies are fo' Spyders, a 'couse, as
they mention the removal of extra legs and such and there still being between
four an' six left, although some--"
She was perfectly calm, happy, and in her element.
Dave looked like he was going to barf. Spy was going a little pale as he rubbed
his treasured eight furry legs. The chubby little Spyder blinked his many red
eyes like he was trying to hold back tears.
"Barbarians!" whimpered Spy, "My ancestors were
barbarians! Primitive beings who knew of no better method of punishment then
physical mutilation!" He shuddered as he looked around the bare cell they were
"An' 'ere it mentions them eatin' trespassers!"
Dave's eyes whirled back in his head. Spy collapsed
"Cannibals! Disgusting, putrid, horrific cannibals!"
Then one of the walls opened outward and the
threesome were faced by an armed squadron of Spyders in militia gear.
"Chirk! Chir-CREE-chriru!" announced a rather
large one in the front with a tiny golden crown on it's head.
Spy was shuddering dramatically, and Dave was
unconscious, so it's a very good thing our professor could speak Spyder.
(*Note: For the sake of understanding what in Neopia is going on, from now
on I will translate Spyder phrases for you. I doubt anyone understands all that
chattering. All translations will be marked with a ~ before and after instead
of quotation marks.)
~No, we haven't come to steal secret artifacts.~
commented Chan, with a perfect Spyder accent. (Why she can't speak Neopish as
perfectly, let's not go there...)
The large one with the crown shook it's head
twice and the Militia Spyders quickly surrounded our heroes(?).
It began to address Chan, the only one that seemed
reasonably sane. ~I am the Great Smug-Smart of the Breathren. How is it that
one of the overlanders speaks the sacred language of the breathren?~
~O gracious Smug-Smart!~ announced Chan, with
an overall aristocratic air that she must have adapted from Spy, ~I, an overlander
set apart from others of my kind, found the Breathren's sacred Spyder language
fascinating, and sought after the translation with all my heart. With the help
of my Spyder friend, Spy here, I discovered the key! I promise that I am the
only overlander with this secret, and I promise never to share it! I beg for
your forgiveness for trespassing in your Hidden Temple. I could not help but
seek the family birthplace of such higher beings!~
Spy seemed to be recovering as his owner impressed
the Spyders with her wonderful command of the language. Chan bowed halfway.
Spy did a sort of bob, which I guess passed for a Spyder sign of respect.
The Smug-Smart, seemingly very pleased with the
actions of these captured ones of his, except that one sleeping over there by
the log-doorway, asked ~What is it that The Approved One and Spy of The Missing
wish of The Smug-Smart and His Sacred Breathren?~
The professor seemed to think a minute, then
she smiled happily and spoke her request.
For the second time in his life, Dave had an odd sensation of being carried
by many little, furry bodies. Except, instead of waking in a gorgeous field
of wildflowers in a little secluded spot in a forest, he was in a cavern. He
could feel the warmth of a large fireplace, and see the glow through his closed
He opened his eyes to see Chan looking down on
him, total deja vu. Though this time she appeared to have a weird thing on her
head with rainbow feathers sticking out. Spy wasn't in his sight. He sat up
and stretched his body, only to feel more rainbow feathers tied to a necklace
around his neck.
He fingered the oddly attractive collar around
his neck. "Umm, Chan? What happened this time? Besides me fainting again. Please
say no tea-party."
Chan laughed. "Ah guess ah'm some sorta person
called "The Approved One". They 'ave stories 'bout one like me comin' 'long
someday. Spy's of a li'l clan called "The Missing" who chose ta leave the Temple
ta join us Neopets. They call you "The Other"-- I don't get why yet.
Dave massaged his temples and looked around.
"Why are we here though? In this cavern?" He looked around and saw Spyders everywhere.
Making food, tending to this huge fireplace, cleaning the floor, playing with
"Oh, Ah asked if ah could 'ang 'round an watch
them fora thesis on their daily life. They said ah could stay long as ah wanted,
as long as ah join them for the sacrifice."
Dave's eyes bulged. "S-s-sacrifice?"
Dave collapsed again.
"--throw fruit into that there fire. Oh, 'e's
Spy crawled out of nowhere, only to have a small
army of babies jump onto him. He was laughing hysterically. ~Come now, Ha ha,
children, I must, hee hee, speak with The Approved One!~
He quickly switched to Neopish for the sake of
privacy. "They say they know of another Temple! Can we visit them, Chan? Please,
dear one of my heart, my dearest owner and closest of my friends? Please, please,
"Sure, dah-lin'. Ah'll tell Dave when 'e wakes."
Dave groaned in his unconscious sleep as if he
knew what was going on.
The End Well, sort of...
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you think! PLEASE!?!