I stood, my face to the sea. The wind whipped my hair back and I could almost see the tips of the ship sailing away that horrible day.
Life had continued. I grew, and became what my mother was. A temptress. I won't even begin to name the men whose lives I have destroyed, the men whose very souls have succumbed to my angry pain.
Early every morning I would walk along the shore, where I had scattered my mother's ashes. How I wished I had done more to punish that beast Lysander for what he had done to my mother, and what he had done to me.
In a blind act fury I had burned down the entire palace, leaving nothing but ruins. The ashes I had thrown into the sea, in memory of my mother. The one thing I had removed before burning was my mother's spell book.
Over the years I was able to create a greater palace than my mother would have ever seen, as my powers and maturity grew. Pigs still roamed the island, forgotten memories of my mother. I was a little more creative, creating lions, zebras and other exotic animals. If my island was to be overrun with animals, at least they would be enjoyed. The worst men however, remained swine.
Then there was a morning proving history would repeat itself. A ship emerged from the horizon, and I knew it was not going to be like any other. I had an urge to run and tell my mother, an urge which I repressed until anger replaced it. Men had stolen away the life of my mother, and so must I do to them.
When the ship beached, a muscled, tanned man jumped down. I had retreated to my palace, unseen, but where I could see them. His men followed a total of about 20 or so. After a day of camping on the beach, the leader sent a man up, and I allowed my palace to be seen.
I stood in the entrance of the palace, and the man gaped. He returned to his senses and came stumbling forward, asking for food and drink. I toyed with the idea of simply changing him, but decided I would give him some time.
I invited him in, and he stared amazed at the décor. I order for one of my maids to retrieve the man some grapes and wine.
The man fell at the food hungrily, devouring it all before my sight. He finished he fifth cup of wine and looked at me, with a familiar hungry look before lunging for my robe. I jumped away, but the man had grabbed the edge and ripped it away from my body, leaving me half naked.
I collected my power and began to grow, as my power infused throughout me. I had given him the animal wine, but was able to speed up the process if I wished. As I glared at him he gradually shrank and fattened, growing a snout and a curly tail.
Snorting wildly, the pig scampered around the room, before running out of the door and off the cliff.
I heard a shout and knew the other men had discovered their transformed shipmate.