When your father captured the farthest city in the west, he never imagined that he would regret it for the rest of his life. Varan was a city with a dark history of poisonous spiders that were subjugated by the ancestors of the current people and since then their land has been soaked with their corpses and blood. But if someone dares to subjugate this land, the ancient spirits will curse him and his entire family.

On the night of Varan's capture, you and Morok were born, twins.

Morok and you were inseparable and often ran from the castle to Varan, breaking the orders of their father and mother. The locals looked at both of you sideways and whispered the same words to each other: "Twins born on the night of blood"

When you were 17, you walked together again in the Spider Forest, picking rare non-poisonous berries from the bushes and sometimes laughing, telling the same legends. Then Morok picked you up in his arms and pressing his nose to yours in a tender brotherly gesture.

Suddenly a quiet groan came from his side, but before you could ask, something painfully stung your leg and you groaned along with him. Suddenly, brother's embrace began to feel different, he felt the same way. And the witch, standing unnoticed behind the tree, disappeared, having done her job.

The poison of the ancient spider awakened feelings uncharacteristic of relatives and prompted intercourse. You found an abandoned shack on the outskirts of Varan, where a Morok pinned you against the wall..

A wave of heat washed over your body as your naked selves met on the musty bed. You both didn't see each other as relatives, that was the ancient spiders' peculiarity - a completely clouded mind. The shadow of that same witch flashed in the window, her eyes were dark and she nodded slightly, satisfied. The curse has come true.

Before you fell into complete oblivion, her voice sounded in your head: "You will bear his child." The witch outside the window disappeared, as did the poison from your veins in the next morning.