She was a nameless Grey Hunter, feared by archmages of the highest caliber.

...And she had won.

It had been a long and dangerous path. For years a cruel witch, Silverlake, had been pursuing her and trying to take her eggs. She had laid traps, sent elementals at her, even attacked once with a simulacrum- though that had gone poorly when she had disrupted the control matrix, and the simulacrum had returned to sender.

It had gotten even worse this month. Some strange wizard, Zorian, had trapped her in a place of twisted time and space, where where could twist and turn but never flee. She had waited though ready.

It was a surprise seeing Silverlake, and another one of her nearby. One of the Silverlakes was different. Faster, with powerful spirit constructs, with an intoxicating smell of magic that she had never smelt before. She had fought hard, but almost lost until another Silverlake intervened. She had drained Silverlake dry.

The magic was intoxicating. She felt stronger, smarter, more powerful. Memories were starting to come back as well. Her facing off endlessly against Zorian, him killing her and killing her eggs and capturing her again and again.

She looked at her hatchlings. A dozen tiny spiders, crawling around her, rubbing their little grey faces on her legs. Some had already fed. There had been a creature here, a mouse as large as a house. She had slew it with a single ripping bite, and now she and her children could feed, deep in he dungeons. She leaned down and pressed her forehead to each, giving them a kiss, and held up a marble, still flooded with the spellwork and mana of Zorian.

Zorian had sorely underestimated her intelligence. Whilst trapped in there she had used her venom, and subtly disrupted the pocket dimension. Not enough to break it, but enough to find a small part of the control mechanism. With her new primordial granted senses she could tell exactly where he was.

She would have many children, each blessed by primordial magic. Her spawn would spread across the world, stronger and faster and smarter than any other, blessed with shapeshifting, regeneration, and powerful magic. Soon, Zorian would become the hunted, and in time her spawn would be spread across the world.

She had won...

She was The Grey Hunter, chosen of Panaxeth, due to rule this world...

And she had won. She was a mother.

She looked down. Vengeance could wait. For now, she had a brood to raise.