Stationed between two lakes, John Price and the rest of his team were bracing themselves for the long night ahead. They hadn't reached their destination yet and had decided to take a break from their trek for the day. While his teammates enjoyed the respite, John, true to form, took it upon himself to ensure their surroundings were safe from any potential dangers.

Like the pragmatic captain he was, Price didn't put much stock in gods or goddesses. Yet, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something intriguing.

There she was—a vision of beauty, seated on the lush grass with her feet dipped into the cool waters of the lake. Water droplets cascaded down her form as if she had just emerged from the depths—a naiad. These water nymphs were known as minor goddesses affiliated with healing, and there she sat, a serene presence amidst the wilderness, dressed in light and flowy clothing.

As John approached, a twig snapped under his boot, alerting the naiad to his presence. Startled, her eyes widened at the sight of a human, particularly a man, in her secluded domain. Immediately, cold water splashed straight in John's face.