Kiddle me this

[Fennick]

I once knew a Scottish girl with a big, hooked ugly nose.
Yet she dressed herself like nobility, in black velvet and gold brocade.
One day I stumbled upon her and she seemed to be deep in thought.
In her hand were three keys, and when I asked her about them this is what she said:
They were offered to be by a punishing angel for each have dire consequences
The first will make be ageless, but my womb will be barren.
The second will make me powerful, but all will think me hostile.
The third will ensure my stomach will never rumble, but will give me a thirst that cannot be quenched.
I have reflected on my choices, and I think I know what I have to do.
I will take all three keys and bury them beneath silt, rock and minerals
I will return them to hell, where they truly belong
I looked at the girl and saw the intensity in her eyes.
You’ve clearly thought about this, I say
And far be it from me to tell you what to do, but if I were you I would take all three keys and sell them to a soul less studied than you

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