Late at night, deep within the Whispering Woods, Merlin the magician honed his craft... By the ancient root and whispering leaf, manifest! Greetings, great wizard. A quiet evening for magic, isn't it? I seek the beauty that time has stolen. Can you grant it, wizard? Beauty spells? Alas, my enchantments lean towards wisdom and power, not mere vanity. The offer was simple... and terrifying. Then join me at my hearth. By midnight, you'll find the knowledge... or become my feast. Midnight loomed. Trapped! And no spell for beauty in my entire repertoire! Merlin search the ancient text a spell. that would make someone beautiful, but his efforts were in vain. Time is fleeting, dear wizard. Have you found the secret to true beauty? Merlin, concerned for his life exhausted all of the book except one, In then it happened. He found something unusual, dangers but profound... Wait! This ancient text... it's not a beauty spell, but... an illusion! Minute by minute the witches appetite grew. Merlin, tried his best to focus on the potion but he was starting to worry. No, that's not quite right... A pinch of moonpetal, a drop of dragon's dew... Hmm, still not quite the desired effect. Back to the drawing board! Eureka! The final ingredient... The perfect blend! It truly is beautiful! As promised, my lady. The Elixir of Radiant Beauty. Exquisite! Truly magnificent! But did you truly believe I would simply let you walk free, little wizard? Then you leave me no choice! I will not be your captive! A clash of ancient powers, light against shadow, freedom against tyranny! With a final, desperate surge of magic, Merlin broke free, leaving the witch to her beautiful, but solitary, reign.