She approached the unfinished castle, unseen by all.
Men were taming rocks into stones, shouting and receiving orders.
They were too absorbed to spare her a glance, but so was she.

She passed a heap of untouched rocks and felt the power within. It was ancient, older than she could remember, a power of nature.

She reached the nearest wall and laid her hands upon it.

Nothing. Dead. Killed by human hands, just like everything. They would never learn, never see that they were killing themselves as well.

She felt no remorse for leaving her curse upon these dead stones.