An angry Druid

"Repent!" a voice suddenly cried from down the road.

"Oh, now what?" Abigail grumbled, turning to face the source of the voice. Her nose crinkled in disgust as she saw that the speaker was a filth-covered middle-aged man, large gray beard matted with dirt and twigs, holding a large staff carved with arcane symbols, and wearing nothing but a far too loose robe made of hemp.

"Aha! One of the very rapists of nature!" the main proclaimed, pointing a dirt-caked finger at Abigail.

"I beg your pardon?" Abigail demanded angrily, "How dare you? Who are you to presume to insult a personage of royal blood in such a way?"

"I am Aldric Greenblood, a humble servant of Mother Nature, the only true ruler of this world!" the filthy man declared.

"Oh, a Druid. That explains the smell," Abigail scoffed, "Well, I have no time for your nonsense. Begone with you."

"Nay, I will not go until you have heard my words!" Aldric stated, "Your so-called 'noble' family has defiled the sanctity of nature for too long. You hunt animals for sport, cut down trees to build larger palaces for yourselves, and tear open the very earth for your precious gold and jewels. But no more! Today, your family shall all pay the price for your actions, and you shall be the first, princess!"

"You dare threaten me?! Guards, seize him!" Abigail commanded. The guards winced at the shrillness of her voice, but moved to obey her orders. Before they could reach Aldric, however, he slammed his staff into the ground, and its carved symbols flashed with light that blinded everyone present.

As the light hit her, Abigail felt a strange feeling go over her. When it ended a moment later...