There is no death for Tatianna. Conversely, there is no life. She forsook both in a misty past eons ago, after the Yenpoh fisherfolk discovered her sin and cast her out. Now her name is a whisper among those who dwell on Majikku Island; a bogey to affright naughty children, a curse to hurl at lazy housewives. Tatianna, you see, is one of the Undead.
It was not always thus for Tatianna. No, once the Mothers smiled graciously upon her, heaped gifts of intelligence, talent, and great physical beauty upon her head. Amongst all the maidens of the Yenpoh none, it was said, were fairer than Tatianna, and the menfolk, young and old alike, were kept dazzled by her charm and grace. She was well versed in all the womanly arts, and could likewwise haul sail or mend a net as skillfully as any man. The sound of her voice raised in song was known to coax the little birds down from the trees to peck for bread crumbs at her feet, and wild beasts would grow tame at her very approach. Yes, there was a time when Tatianna was much blessed.
Yet oft the pendulum swings in ways we would not have it go, and the tide intent upon washing the shore will not turn back for wishing it so. This is the tale of Tatianna, and how she lived, and how she loved, and how she lost, becoming this creature we now know, much despised. Listen:
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