The white snake curse.

Guilty or innocent...the sad truth was her tormentors really didn't care.
The truth was that their hatred, and oh how they much they hated her! Their anger their...vitriol was more than enough for them to see her condemned. The events of the previous Sunday were enough for her to be found guilty.
Guilty of treason.
Guilty of the blood of every man woman and child spilled that early December morning.
So it was that they watched their curse unfold.
Ogled and chortled as her body was wracked with pain.
They spat upon her ridiculed and derided her and all for an transformation, a guise that they themselves had imposed upon her. She was once a beauty, A woman sought after by men of all walks of life, rich and poor...
Now she was an abomination. An unnatural being. Part woman part snake. A naga. 
Naked and alone she curled up in a ball, wrapping her tail around her chest as shivered against the brutal cold of a Rocky mountain winter...