Marissa was a fashion designer on earth, but then
Author:unloginuser Time:2025/03/15 Read: 5340Marissa was a fashion designer on earth, but then she died and was reincarnated in a medieval fantasy world with magic and monsters. She was reincarnated as a monster, a giant spider. She cannot speak anymore. The woods are full of dangerous monsters. Eventually she learns she can weave spider silk as easily as breathing, and later she learns she can weave magic enchantments into her silken creations. One day, a team of adventurers stumble upon her nest, and burn it down. She is forced to flee. Now that humans have discovered her enchanted silk, they will continue to hunt her. On another day, Marissa stumbles upon a wounded bleeding catgirl. She bandages the girl’s wounds with silk and weaves new clothes for her. the catgirl is a runaway slave named Nalia. silk clothes are a rare luxury good that a mere slave would never have been allowed to touch before.
The scent of burning wood still clung to Marissa’s eight legs, a phantom smell that mirrored the phantom ache in her nonexistent lungs. Gone was the thrill of the runway, the whisper of silk against skin, replaced by the harsh reality of eight eyes blinking in the perpetual twilight of the Whisperwind Woods. She was no longer Marissa, the celebrated fashion designer; she was a colossal spider, her once nimble fingers now spinnerets, weaving a tapestry of survival.
Death, she’d learned, wasn’t a blank slate. It was a jarring, chaotic transition from the crisp air of a Parisian atelier to the damp earth of a forgotten kingdom. The ability to speak, a vital tool of her former life, had vanished, leaving only instinct and the strange, exhilarating ease with which she spun silk. It flowed from her, a river of shimmering threads, stronger than steel, finer than moonlight. It wasn’t just silk; it was an extension of herself, a second skin.
Then came the magic. An accident, really. A stray thought, a desperate wish for warmth in the biting wind, and a thread imbued with a faint, shimmering luminescence. She discovered she could weave enchantments – warmth, protection, even a whisper of illusion – into her silken creations. The Whisperwind Woods, a place teeming with snarling goblins and hulking trolls, became her canvas, her silk her brushstrokes.
The fire had been a devastating blow. The adventurers, clumsy and brutal, had destroyed months of careful work, leaving behind only ash and the lingering scent of fear. Now, she lived in a constant state of flight, her web a fragile shield against the inevitable hunt.
One day, fleeing deeper into the woods, she stumbled upon her. A young woman, a catgirl with emerald eyes and fur the colour of a twilight sky. Blood stained her ragged clothes, a deep gash marred her arm. Fear, raw and primal, usually caused Marissa to flee, but something in the catgirl’s vulnerability stayed her eight legs.
Carefully, guided by instinct more than conscious thought, Marissa approached. With painstaking slowness, she spun a silken bandage, weaving in a soothing enchantment that stilled the girl’s pain. Then, she crafted a new garment, a simple tunic and leggings, from her shimmering silk. The cloth felt cool and soft against the girl’s skin.
The catgirl, Nalia, her name whispered in a voice hoarse from pain and fear, looked at the silken clothing with awe. Silk was a luxury beyond the wildest dreams of a slave. To own it, to wear it… it was unimaginable.
Marissa, unable to speak, could only offer a gesture of understanding, a gentle tap of a leg against Nalia’s hand. In that shared silence, a bond formed, fragile yet surprisingly strong. Nalia, freed from the shackles of slavery and clothed in the magical silk of a giant spider, looked at her savior with hope in her eyes, a hope as shimmering as the silken threads that had mended her body and soul. The hunt for the magical spider continued, but for now, in the heart of the Whisperwind Woods, an unlikely alliance bloomed – a partnership forged in the shared language of survival and the extraordinary magic of spider silk.
