Enchantress

Queen of the Night. Harbringer of Destruction. The Green Death. These are the many names given to the being known as the Enchrantress. A vile, and malicious beast, she wanders the land subjecting its citizens to her own twisted form of morality. Wherever she goes, death and despair lie in her wake. No one truly knows why the wretched witch test the denziens of this fair land. Some say she derives sadistic pleasure as she watches innocent fools fall for her traps. Other say she derives power from the anguish of others. Parents trying to rationalize such a horrid entity tell thier children if they are nice they should have no fear. But the Enchantress knows no sense of righteousness or justice, she only knows what makes her smile. Either way she is feared throughout France by all regardless of wealth, power, and statsus. She's turned children into pigs and feed them to their own parents and caused deformities that turned people into monsters. Her most vile act however, showed her wickednesses shows truly no bounds. Hearing of a young prince that was recently left orphaned, she decided to pull her most vile trick yet. Adroned in rags and disguised as a decrypted widow, she approached a castle he lived in beyond the woods. Knowing him only to be child and knowing that a aristocrat of his stature would be taught never to trust stranger, she approached his door. Knocking three times she waited as the young prince opened the door for her. Procuring a beautiful rose from her sleeve, she asked "Can I please be allowed shelther in exchange for this rose?" The young prince scoffed at her and denied her entry as he did not this woman and could not trust she had foul intentions. Foul intentions she did indeed have, throwing back her cloak revealing her true form. Estatic and pleased he did exactly as she predicted, she spoke a curse so abominable that the entire castle shook with the force her magic. In the blink of an eye, the young prince was turned into a horrible monster. Child, women, man, these terms meant nothing to the Enchrantess as every single person in the castle fell victim to her curse. Men were turned into forks, and women into tables. The witch left nothing left untouched by her black magic. She smiled as she saw the beastly prince fall to his knees and beg forgiveness, but as one last jab she offered him an impossible solution. Find someone to fall in love with him before her beautiful rose withered away, but him and the entire castle will remain in thier current forms forever. Delighted with pleasure knowing no women or man would ever fall for his current form and that the prince would remain not only cursed, but haunted by his own mistakes- she left. As she watched the prince roar in anguish from a distance, she turned around one last time and giggled. Drawing back on her cloak, she returned to the village nearby. Waiting behind a wall she overhears a conversation about a queen from a faraway kingdom wishing to be the fairest maiden in all the land. Smiling, she conjures up a small mirror from her cloak and sets off. The Enchrantress has found her next victim.