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Anglia was lonely, which was weird. Cars shouldn't be able to be lonely. But cars also shouldn't have been cursed with sentience, so should and shouldn't had long ceased to matter.
Still, Anglia hadn't minded their life with their family. The children could be obnoxious, sure, but that was to be expected. Sometimes it felt like they knew there was more to Anglia than metal and enchantments. They appreciated Anglia, they said thank you, they spoke to them.
The last grand voyage had been entertaining at first, but Anglia had never traveled that far before. Of course the little boy didn't know that Anglia needed fuel, that was forgivable. The man hadn't worked out how to make them work without it just yet.
Hitting the tree had been awful. Anglia couldn't feel pain, of course, but that didn't make it fun. It sort of regretted throwing the children out later on. Sort of. Anglia had made their way out of the forest late that night to check on the tree they had hit. The tree was gracious, it knew that it was the children to blame. Anglia came out from the trees most nights until the tree's branches had healed. Otherwise, Anglia lived in the forest now.
By the time the children came into the forest, Anglia had been out there long enough to recognise that this forest was no place for children. If they hovered too closely, the spiders would scatter, but the children shouldn't be out there unsupervised. Anglia resolved to follow them from a distance until they were safely out of the forest. This had turned out to be the correct choice, of course. After the children were safe, Anglia decided to go back to the spiders. The centaurs had rejected Anglia, but perhaps the spiders would be more welcoming.
It found the blind spider outside the giant nest.
“You are unusual, even for this place.”
Anglia hadn't perfected communication yet, and it was made harder by Aragog’s blindness, but they tried their best to convey that yes, they were most unusual.
“You have no fellows here,” Aragog observed.
No, Anglia communicated, I don't. I am entirely unique here.
“Where do you come from?”
Anglia pulled on the threads of inherent magic around it until it found the right patterns.
A wizard family took me from the muggle world, enchanted me…
Aragog scuttled closer on his enormous legs.
“Alone and rejected, seen as a monstrosity.”
Well, that was one way to put it.
Yes, wandering this unfamiliar place.
Aragog lifted two legs over Anglia and held them underneath his immense body. Anglia's suspension lowered, and they held still. This was nice.
“You will join my family,” Aragog told Anglia. “You will be mine, and wander alone no longer.”