“At the edge of the forest, where the tall oaks met the rocky, churning river, lived an evil nymph. She was playful and mischievous, always at her worst when she was bored. The most recent form of entertainment she had adopted was enchanting men with her looks before drowning them face down in the roaring rapids. The town cried out for her head, but the wise king knew he would have to deceive the nymph if he were to ever have an opportunity to kill her.
His council of mages picked white roses from the castle gardens and transmuted them with spells. The stems became extremely rigid, unbending, and sharper than an assassin's dagger. The next man to be lured to her would, instead, retain his full wits due to a protective aura cast upon him. He would then present her with the murderous bouquet, only to pierce her immaculate and youthful skin with their stems in hopes of skewering her wretched heart. A brave knight volunteered to play the smitten loner, and was sent off with many blessings.
The plan was quite well thought out, and the sinister sprite was not aware her powers of seduction were not successful. What was not accounted for, however, was how inhumanly quick and agile she was. At the opportune moment, the night present her with a rose, his arm outstretched and eyes wide, before thrusting it at her. She rose her arm to intercept and the first rose went clean through her left forearm. Screaming in pain, she almost didn't react in time to the second rose, which lodged into her right arm. With the last rose, the knight aimed straight for her heart, but again she squirmed enough for the rose to miss its mark. The stem punctured her shoulder and came out the other side, leaving her reeling. With a shrill shriek, the nymph leapt and glided quickly away down the river bank to the safety of her hidden cave where she tended her wounds while plotting her revenge.” -M.D. Walter
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