I used to be beautiful, I used to be one of the most gorgeous women around. Men would swoon for me and give into my education, they would turn their focus from mediation to me. Maybe that is my fatal flaw, but it is just how my girls and I were. That was all before the curse, however. Now I am damned to a life of swamp servitude. I feel misunderstood, I do not wish to harm anyone, but everyone assumes that my goal is to swallow them whole. My cure came to me in the form of prince Arjuna. I was cursed to 100 years of living as an alligator, which is no way to truly live. They deemed me a man-eating alligator, which, I guess is not unfair, it is just not very becoming. But when Prince Arjuna came near, and I heard his men's warnings, I knew it was my time to strike. The prince dove confidently into my waters, I had no time to waste. I meant him no harm, I did not bite on to attack, this is my only way out. I lunge as fast as possible up to his long legs and, as gentle as an a