Author's note: This story sprung on my mind when I saw adi1625's work. Pictures are worth a thousand words and the story played on my mind. Despite my hectic schedule I manage to type this overnight. I hope you guys like reading it as much as I love writing it.
Additional note: I gave Jeanne some sass to make the story more interesting ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Here's the link:
art/Jeanne-Golden-Pool-473905580
Disclaimers: I don't have Agalmatophilia
(Jeanne's POV)
Bitter vengeance was the fuel for my march of retribution. I will never forgive, nor will I forget. Rome had sacked my nation by surprise. We had done no wrong to them. They had brutally murdered our fathers and brothers. They had enslaved the helpless and carried them abroad to distant lands.
I was there to witness it all.
I was able to escape my captors. I sought sanctuary from a nearby ally. They had accepted me with open arms. There I had lived a warrior's lifestyle. I had trained every single day to for this moment. When I was ready my allies had lent me their support- their military support for my cause.
Caesar won't see it coming.
He will pay for attacking our peaceful kingdom.
He will pay in blood.
The sound of running water was heard. It was music to the ears. It had been days since I had a bath. My face was caked from my enemies' blood and tears. Before us lay a gentle river. Its golden sand and cold water was enticing me to wash myself in it.
A swim won't hurt. After all vengeful princesses need a break every once in a while.
I bade the men to set camp. They were glad to do so- we have been trekking mountains and valleys for days. I then sneaked off to the farthest part of the brook, away from prying eyes to see. I slipped off my armour and hid them in the bushes.
For half an hour I swam merrily on its waters, forgetting my mission for a moment.
Then something strange happened. As I reached the center of the brook a tingling sensation spread from my legs and up to my whole body. My feet started to feel numb. I gazed in horror and awe as I saw my fingers transformed into gold. I was changing into a statue.
And quickly too.
I did not have time to escape nor cry for help. My body was frozen in place. In my last brief moments of consciousness I felt the waters engulf my now rigid body to the depths below, never to be seen again.
