In a place a way farther, a goddess was looking down on the saddening sight.  Seeing the sight, she was naturally outraged, being the goddess of revenge. Her name was Nemesis. She believed that Narcissus deserved punishment and she craved to be the one to give it to him. So, on that day, she cultivated a curse for him, one that would eventually be his undoing.

Years later, Narcissus was once again hunting game in the same woods. It was a normal day for him, and he didn't have an inkling of what was going to happen on that very day. Any fleeting thoughts that he may have had of Echo on the day they had crossed paths have long since dissapated. It wasn't long until he had completely forgotten about her. But still, at least in Nemesis' eyes, Echo's tragedy needed atonement.

He was wondering by a river, hunting bow in hand, when he started to feel strange. It was an almost maddening feeling and his mind could only think of one thing... The odd pulling feeling towards the river. In a trancelike state, Narcissus walked until he was right next to the sparkling, azure water and knelt down in front of it.

"Look upon it, for you will see true beauty that in your eyes, could never compare," A voice seemed to whisper into his ears.

Hearing those words, he complied, staring straight down into the river. He was instantly captivated. It was the single most beautiful thing that he had EVER layed his eyes on. It was his refection.

He remembered it looking goregous but not as magnificent as this. His breath caught in his throat and his heart beat faster than it had ever. It was impossible to tear his eyes away. There were no words, only a feeling...Was it love? Yes, he was in love. He smiled at the thought and his reflection smiled lovingly back at him.

"This... this is perfect, he thought.