You recently bought a book full of spells, used to summon Mythic creatures and Goddesses. You think it's full of lies, so you ignore it. But, one boring evening, you decide to give it a go. You speak a spell, and with a large poof of white smoke, something appears. A tall woman, dressed in a green tunic and a golden, bird-like helmet, with wings instead of arms. Her feet are like bird talons, and she has orange hair. She grins at you.

"Ah, I'm free! Hiya, human! I'm the Harpy!"