The withering of plants, a natural phenomenon elsewhere, never occurred in Nenon's garden. She had crafted spells to preserve the beauty of every breed of flower that bloomed in her expansive field. As a greater fairy, she felt a need to create a place for the lower fairies to relax and play. Though she watched over the idyllic scene for some time, a dark thought germinated within her mind. "If I'm the master of this garden, I should be the loveliest of all..."