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The fifth of six works from the collection of magical nymphs. The work was done in Procreate

Tiala grew up on the northern island surrounded by the sea. The climate here was harsh, so that even the sea was frozen over in winter. Only in summer the fishermen managed to catch fish for a year ahead - for food and sale. Tiala, like many others there, was a child of a fisherman, and her entire life was composed of domestic chores. Only occasionally she had fun with the other children in the village, and in the spring she went to a local rite holiday, where a shaman plead the sea for clemency, so that it would not be covered in ice a while longer. It was her mother who took young Tiala to this holiday every year, she said the girl that someday her time would come, and she would also help the whole village. Until she was eighteen Tiala grew up waiting. In the spring, on the day when the ice moved from the shores of the sea, the holiday came to the village again. It was a special day for Tiala, as "that was the day for her to help the village to ward off the evil ice for a very long time",- just what her mother said. That day, the family spent the whole evening at the holiday, and for the first time stayed for the sacrament performed by the shaman. Tiala went to the old altar, near which there was a bonfire, and was surrounded by the adult settlers and the shaman. Her heart was beating so fast, she understood that a huge responsibility was being placed on her, but she did not quite understand what awaited her. The shaman cut Tiala's fur coat with a dagger, and then all the remaining clothes. He did it roughly and quickly, so that the blade wounded the girl a couple of times. He took off her clothes, leaving the girl standing completely naked in the cold. Blood ran down her arms and legs from fresh wounds. Tiala was seized with fear, her body trembled, but there was nothing she could do. The shaman continued his dance around the bonfire while other adult men and women closed in on her. Her mother was looking at her, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She did not want this to happen, but she could not do otherwise – traditions should be honored. The shaman gave the order, and everyone could finally touch the young innocent girl. Touching the victim in the ritual meant blessing your family for the coming year, so dozens of cold dirty hands began to touch Tiala's naked body. In a few moments Tiala was being caressed, and after a couple of minutes the whole ritual turned into an orgy, where an innocent girl was molested. Tiala came to herself early in the morning, her bare body covered with couple of fur coats. She was cold, hurt, and devastated. Slipped on all the clothes she found nearby, she headed towards the sea in hopes to drown herself and the shame that she had to go through. However, she was assailed by a violent windstorm. Stiffen with cold, she fell straight into the snow, never finding peace in the waves of the thawed sea. Tiala opened her eyes. She was surprisingly alive, and a pleasant warmth was coursing through her body. She was in a cave in which there was a huge forge, and a woman standing next to it. She was hammering a sword. Seeing that the young girl woke up, the smith headed towards her. Tiala was scared at first, but soon the woman stilled her fears. She introduced herself as the watcher of the northern winds, a powerful Nymph. Tiala had heard legends about her that she easily moved bellows with the power of the wind, and blacksmithing was her labor of love. But the girl never believed in the existence of people like her. Tiala shared her story. The woman changed countenance. The expression on her face became sad and grievous. Disappointment and anger could be seen in her eyes, but soon they filled with tears. She felt sorry for the girl, and the sense of unfairness was tearing her apart. "Unfortunately, I can't help you," she said–"I'm too kind to punish them, that's the Nymph nature." Although Tiala wanted to take revenge on the whole village, she understood that she did not have the strength to do it now, so there was only one path to choose. But at that moment, the Nymph told her to wait a couple of days, and in the meantime she could stay here. The Nymph worked hard in the forge while Tiala was gaining strength, sleeping in a cave whole days and nights. Soon the watcher of the winds came to her with an iron crown decorated with a ruby. She put it on Tiala and said taking her hands: "I've always been weak for this, now you're the Nymph of the north winds". With these words, the woman spilled over like ashes in the forge, and her spirit moved into gem. Tiala went numb again. Tears rolled down her cheeks, which she dashed away with streams of air. From now onward she is the Nymph of the northern winds. Now she had the strength for revenge. And the village was destined for a deathful snow blizzard in which no one would survive.

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This is the Collection of Young Nymphs. Each of them has its own unique history and destiny.

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The fifth of six works from the collection of magical nymphs. The work was done in Procreate

Tiala grew up on the northern island surrounded by the sea. The climate here was harsh, so that even the sea was frozen over in winter. Only in summer the fishermen managed to catch fish for a year ahead - for food and sale. Tiala, like many others there, was a child of a fisherman, and her entire life was composed of domestic chores. Only occasionally she had fun with the other children in the village, and in the spring she went to a local rite holiday, where a shaman plead the sea for clemency, so that it would not be covered in ice a while longer. It was her mother who took young Tiala to this holiday every year, she said the girl that someday her time would come, and she would also help the whole village. Until she was eighteen Tiala grew up waiting. In the spring, on the day when the ice moved from the shores of the sea, the holiday came to the village again. It was a special day for Tiala, as "that was the day for her to help the village to ward off the evil ice for a very long time",- just what her mother said. That day, the family spent the whole evening at the holiday, and for the first time stayed for the sacrament performed by the shaman. Tiala went to the old altar, near which there was a bonfire, and was surrounded by the adult settlers and the shaman. Her heart was beating so fast, she understood that a huge responsibility was being placed on her, but she did not quite understand what awaited her. The shaman cut Tiala's fur coat with a dagger, and then all the remaining clothes. He did it roughly and quickly, so that the blade wounded the girl a couple of times. He took off her clothes, leaving the girl standing completely naked in the cold. Blood ran down her arms and legs from fresh wounds. Tiala was seized with fear, her body trembled, but there was nothing she could do. The shaman continued his dance around the bonfire while other adult men and women closed in on her. Her mother was looking at her, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She did not want this to happen, but she could not do otherwise – traditions should be honored. The shaman gave the order, and everyone could finally touch the young innocent girl. Touching the victim in the ritual meant blessing your family for the coming year, so dozens of cold dirty hands began to touch Tiala's naked body. In a few moments Tiala was being caressed, and after a couple of minutes the whole ritual turned into an orgy, where an innocent girl was molested. Tiala came to herself early in the morning, her bare body covered with couple of fur coats. She was cold, hurt, and devastated. Slipped on all the clothes she found nearby, she headed towards the sea in hopes to drown herself and the shame that she had to go through. However, she was assailed by a violent windstorm. Stiffen with cold, she fell straight into the snow, never finding peace in the waves of the thawed sea. Tiala opened her eyes. She was surprisingly alive, and a pleasant warmth was coursing through her body. She was in a cave in which there was a huge forge, and a woman standing next to it. She was hammering a sword. Seeing that the young girl woke up, the smith headed towards her. Tiala was scared at first, but soon the woman stilled her fears. She introduced herself as the watcher of the northern winds, a powerful Nymph. Tiala had heard legends about her that she easily moved bellows with the power of the wind, and blacksmithing was her labor of love. But the girl never believed in the existence of people like her. Tiala shared her story. The woman changed countenance. The expression on her face became sad and grievous. Disappointment and anger could be seen in her eyes, but soon they filled with tears. She felt sorry for the girl, and the sense of unfairness was tearing her apart. "Unfortunately, I can't help you," she said–"I'm too kind to punish them, that's the Nymph nature." Although Tiala wanted to take revenge on the whole village, she understood that she did not have the strength to do it now, so there was only one path to choose. But at that moment, the Nymph told her to wait a couple of days, and in the meantime she could stay here. The Nymph worked hard in the forge while Tiala was gaining strength, sleeping in a cave whole days and nights. Soon the watcher of the winds came to her with an iron crown decorated with a ruby. She put it on Tiala and said taking her hands: "I've always been weak for this, now you're the Nymph of the north winds". With these words, the woman spilled over like ashes in the forge, and her spirit moved into gem. Tiala went numb again. Tears rolled down her cheeks, which she dashed away with streams of air. From now onward she is the Nymph of the northern winds. Now she had the strength for revenge. And the village was destined for a deathful snow blizzard in which no one would survive.

Magic Nymphs collection image

This is the Collection of Young Nymphs. Each of them has its own unique history and destiny.

Contract Address0x495f...7b5e
Token ID
Token StandardERC-1155
BlockchainEthereum
MetadataCentralized
Creator Earnings
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5%
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