The fair maiden was naively oblivious to her onlookers’ dislike and jealousy. She failed to notice every man, young and old alike, stop in their tracks and gape before regaining their composure and sneaking glances at her as they went along their way. No, indeed the maiden went innocently along her way to the secret fairy fountain in the shaded glen north of town to write poetry.

What now!? Most women in those days were illiterate? Well, I already told you that this isn’t going into any history books! I don’t care! Do you want me to keep going or not? Well then, shut it! I’m getting to the good part! So…

She wrote her poetry, played with the colorful fairies, and bathed in the small pond. In fact, the pond had become magical from all of the fairy dust that had fallen into it over the centuries that it had been inhabited by the little critters. Seeing as these fairies were exceptionally beautiful, bathing in the pond daily had the unusual side effect of making one as beautiful as the fairies…