Duncan Blood, Journal for 1911: Nymphs

Nymphs are rarely to be trusted at the best of times, and never when they have learned to adapt.

I couldn’t establish why this particular group of Nymphs appeared in Cross. There are a few who live in the deeper parts of my woods, a group of naiads close to the islands of Blood Pond, and more than a few clans of dryads scattered through the entirety of Cross.

So, I was more than a little concerned when the new group appeared as a traveling dance group attached to a carnival early in June. Several young men vanished over a course of a weekend, and while all eventually returned to their homes, the men were all gelded. None of them remembered anything other than going to the show.

When I arrived at the carnival, I discovered the Nymphs. I told them to either cease their activities or to take their act further along the road. Anywhere other than Cross.

Their response was an attempt to seduce me.

I am an old man, and I have had my head turned by far greater beauty than theirs. I warned them once more, and they redoubled their efforts.

All three died by my hands that night, and I burned their corpses as well.

I dislike being ignored.

 

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