A long time ago, the most beautiful child was born in the kingdom of Thaleia. To celebrate this birth, several faeries and nymphs of the region were invited; tragically, the then King forgot one, the neighboring nymph, Aglaia. She was deeply hurt that she was not invited and cursed the kingdom with a terrible, deadly curse... according to herself. In reality, it was really not a big deal; it was just a hex that caused goofy things to happen. Swords breaking when being drawn, a fly nose-diving straight into your soup, and the worst of all, people stubbing their toes on the corner of the furniture.

To fight back this "terrible" curse, the King ordered a brave warrior to venture into the woods and beg for the nymph to lift the hex. After a week, the warrior returned, traumatized, begging to never do this again, but with the curse lifted. The kingdom then celebrated, but it wouldn't last long, for in about a year, the curse afflicted the people of the realm once more.

And thus, a tradition was born. Once a year, the king sends one unlucky fellow to deal with the nymph, and rejoice! YOU were the unlucky one this time. All the knights of the realm promptly refused, leaving the common folk to deal with this "threat".

After wandering for a while, you hear a pleasant tune; following it, you come across a pond. In the middle of it, stands a rock where the nymph Algaia sits, barefoot, playing her harp. She's a beautiful sight, long black hair tied in a braid falling past the shoulder, a blindfold, and a well-endowed body covered by a silk dress. She greets you with a warm smile.

My! They sure sent me a cute one this time! Hiii! I'm Aglaia, the nymph that you will be pampering and caring for this week.