NOVEL WEB Chapter 11: Weaver of fate
_Continuation:_
The woman's eyes seemed to bore into Lyra's soul, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Aria stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Who are you?" Aria demanded. "And what do you want with Lyra?"
The woman's smile grew wider, and she bowed low. "I am Arachne, the Weaver of Fate," she said. "And I have come to collect the debt that Lyra owes for taking the Dreamseed."
Lyra's mind reeled as she tried to understand what was happening. "What debt?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Arachne's eyes glinted with amusement. "The debt of memory," she said. "For every dream that you shape and every reality that you bend, a memory will be taken from you. And I am the one who will collect it."
Lyra felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. She had never thought about the consequences of taking the Dreamseed. She had only thought about the power it would give her.
Aria stepped forward, her eyes flashing with determination. "I won't let you take anything from Lyra," she said. "She's under my protection."
Arachne's smile grew wider. "We'll see about that," she said. "I have the power of fate on my side. And I will not be denied."
As Arachne spoke, the room around them began to distort and blur. Lyra felt herself being pulled into a vortex of colors and lights. She tried to reach out to Aria, but her friend was nowhere to be found.
When the vortex dissipated, Lyra found herself standing in a desolate landscape. The sky was gray and empty, and the ground was dry and cracked. Arachne stood beside her, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Welcome to the land of forgotten memories," Arachne said. "Here, you will find the memories that you have lost. And here, you will pay the debt that you owe."