The Legend of Edan Naugrim

Edan’s footsteps clicked amongst the sheltered grove, luscious fruit hung ripe, fragrant auras danced in the warm afternoon sun. She stopped in front of the blackest violet, then stooped and gently stroked its silken petals. The flower quivered gently in the warm heat and human touch, carefully she pulled the flower and cupped it in her hands.
Black violets are the most enchanting flowers upon the face of the planet, for only they can transform a human into one of the elves. Edan had waited almost an entire month in order to capture this bud upon a full moon in perfect bloom. Its carefully waved pedals shuddered against the warm night air, pollen sprinkling towards the cold concrete.
Edan waded into the cool pond, fully bathed in rich moonlight, then slowly ate the delicate pedals. A grimace crossed her face, the pedals were revolting, their taste wretched and sap stung as acid upon her tender throat.
The change was almost instantaneous, her body tingled with the unique magic and slow transformation. Her breath caught in her throat, hair swirled with the wind, whipping her face and slashing at exposed arms. Her ears began to roughly transform, she cried out in pain, it had not been like the elders had explained. She could feel every bone move, grow, spread, and every muscle remold. It was pain beyond pain.
Her eyes met the reflection in the pool, a faint smile touched her lips as she saw her Elvin figure, now beautifully complete. "I am… enchanting." Edan Naugrim fell into the watery embrace of the nighttime waters, never to capture another breath again. Her vanity had driven her to indefinable desires, which in the end could only hurt her beauty farther… No one is beautiful or enchanting when they are dead, not even a majestic elf named Edan Naugrim.