Miernephen was a powerful Spriggan ministering to Feglen Forest. She was a creature of great beauty and magic. Favored by the Green King, she possessed all living things around her. Bringing each tree to fruition at its designated time. Every flower to bloom. Every leaf to the perfect state of unfurling. Like painted artwork she drew with magic summoned from her soul.
Believing herself invulnerable to any threat, she was oblivious to the plans of the Water Spriggan. Devious wretches jealous of her power. Hungering to control her capabilities to sate their greed.
Her downfall came a glorious spring day when the sun cast dancing gold spirals through the rich green needle trees to sparkle across the watery surface of Widow Lake. In the form of the gorgeous woman, she knelt. Pushing aside blooming lily pads to splash water on her face.
In doing so she saw an animal foreign to her woods. Of perfect shape and vibrant green.
Touching the snake was irresistible. As she reached for it, she found immediately, that she’d been deceived. It’s flicking tail turned to a watery blue hand which roughly grasped hers.
She shrieked and fell back, trying to get away but it was too strong.
Yanking viciously, it pulled her into the water. Body expanding to massive proportions, the python began to wrap her. Knowing her magic was dulled by water.
She struggled to reach the bank. Clawing desperately against the creature cinching around her. The tightening grip around her weighed her down. Choking and tiring her.
After hours of struggle, the snake successfully drew her under. She was taken silently to the bottom. Water Princes, jealous Spriggans of a far weaker nature, surrounded her. Shapeshifting into the bodies of strong men, they each caught at her limbs in a biting grip.
Gathering what air she could from the water, made her breathe in shallow gasps. Already depleted, she offered little resistance as they brought the heavy silver link towards her. The Seringue.
Miernephen, the Forest Spriggan, didn’t know of the Seringue. It was forbidden use by the Green King, because of its power to control the will of others.
Stolen from his personal chambers and secured in the Lake it was now wrapped around the arm of the weary Spriggan. Instantly clenching with a snap, it seared agonizingly into her flesh. Heating further until the metal itself grew molten and melded with her blistered skin.
Her screams were muffled by the water flowing into her lungs. Immortal as she was, it brought discomfort but couldn’t offer her the reprieve of death.
When the band had burned completely into her, the muscled bodies of the water princes fell away. Their hands releasing her. Their triumphant smiles bared venomous yellow fangs.
Miernephen, once the pride of Feglen Forest, was now slave to the Water Princes of Widow Lake.