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Out of envy they had cursed her.
Out of spite they had wronged her.
Sprung up from the vile villainy of their dark and terrible thoughts were the plans they formed against her.
Plans born of, and allowed to grow to fruition through the withered and corrupt natures of their blackened withered hearts.
She was the guardian of the glen.
The splendor of the woods.
She held with in and without the beauty and the splendor of God's creation...
Until they had their way with her.
Twisted she became. Turned from the glory she had known.
Torn from the beauty she had once possessed.
Upon the forest floor she lay her heart burdened by a grief, an aching that she had never before known.
Once she was a spirit of nature. A maiden of the woods and forests.
Now she was a half-serpent. A naga. A carnivore.
And as a carnivore she now endured the hunger for flesh. A hunger for living flesh.
A hunger that her tender heart fought against. With every fiber of her being, with every fiber of her being she fought these new and horrible cravings.
Her friends the denizens of the woods came one by one to comfort her. They kept her company, in spite of the danger, ever confident that her heart, her radiant heart had been untainted by the hateful curse that had been laid upon her.
As she, mired in the sorrow stared at her good friend Pip, the field mouse, a new idea began to stir and to grow within her.
They, who had deformed her, they who had cursed her had tainted her body but not her heart, or the hearts of those for whom she cared.
Why then should she allow them to deform her purpose or steal from her the cause to which she had given so much?
No. She would remain the maiden of the forest. She would be, in heart if not in flesh, the spirit of nature once more.
Renewed in heart she again walked the forest tending to her woods and all that dwelt within, the beauty of her heart bringing joy to the glen once more. Little did she know that events were already in place that would change the course of the life...
Out of spite they had wronged her.
Sprung up from the vile villainy of their dark and terrible thoughts were the plans they formed against her.
Plans born of, and allowed to grow to fruition through the withered and corrupt natures of their blackened withered hearts.
She was the guardian of the glen.
The splendor of the woods.
She held with in and without the beauty and the splendor of God's creation...
Until they had their way with her.
Twisted she became. Turned from the glory she had known.
Torn from the beauty she had once possessed.
Upon the forest floor she lay her heart burdened by a grief, an aching that she had never before known.
Once she was a spirit of nature. A maiden of the woods and forests.
Now she was a half-serpent. A naga. A carnivore.
And as a carnivore she now endured the hunger for flesh. A hunger for living flesh.
A hunger that her tender heart fought against. With every fiber of her being, with every fiber of her being she fought these new and horrible cravings.
Her friends the denizens of the woods came one by one to comfort her. They kept her company, in spite of the danger, ever confident that her heart, her radiant heart had been untainted by the hateful curse that had been laid upon her.
As she, mired in the sorrow stared at her good friend Pip, the field mouse, a new idea began to stir and to grow within her.
They, who had deformed her, they who had cursed her had tainted her body but not her heart, or the hearts of those for whom she cared.
Why then should she allow them to deform her purpose or steal from her the cause to which she had given so much?
No. She would remain the maiden of the forest. She would be, in heart if not in flesh, the spirit of nature once more.
Renewed in heart she again walked the forest tending to her woods and all that dwelt within, the beauty of her heart bringing joy to the glen once more. Little did she know that events were already in place that would change the course of the life...