The Sorceress of Chaos let the vision in the mirror shift towards the environment around the tower. She wanted to see if there was anyone close that could come to the rescue of the girls in the tower. Almost she overlooked the frail looking girl sitting under a tree reading a book. And almost she let her be, because what would such a weak looking little thing be able to do, if it was not that there was something odd about her. Now, in a world where the Sorceress was sowing chaos everywhere, seeing something odd was not that out of the ordinary. Still, it took the Sorceress a moment to see what it was about this girl that annoyed her.<br/><br/>It’s an elf! Damn. The Sorceress cursed. She greatly hated elves. When she had just lost her fairy wings in the past, someone had had the nerve to call her an elf. Of course she had made that person pay greatly. He was now living his life as a frog somewhere in a swamp. Who cares if a kingdom somewhere is missing a prince? Nobody calls her an elf. It was not like she could still be called a fairy either, but it is the thought that counts. Fairies and elves never got along that great anyway. The Sorceress of Chaos let the tower and the orc be for what it was for now. The orc would take care of that and there was nobody else around to help anyway. She concentrated on the elf. She would not play with her like she would with anybody else. This one had to be eliminated. The Sorceress was growing more powerful day by day, it was time to test those powers. And what could be a better test subject than an elf?<br/><br/>Now what curse would be the best for this little pest? The Sorceress’ mood lifted a lot when she could think about what kind of cruel deed she would choose for her unknowing victim. Making her grow horns that grew towards the insides as well? Giving her an incurable ugly disease? Making every step feel like she was walking on glass shards? Turning her tongue into wooden splinters? Make everything that she tries to eat turn into something poisonous? Taking away her sense of beauty so that everything will seems ugly and scary to her? So many ideas... However, thinking about it. Why waste any magic on that bitch anyway? The Sorceress got a different idea. An evil smile curled around her lips as she searched the grounds nearby the little elf girl. Quickly she found what she was looking for. Long ago there had been an minor battle around that area. The soldiers that had perished were buried at that place. Perfect. Skeletons made such perfect puppets. And these even had some remains of armour on them. The Sorceress of Chaos watched through her mirror how they rose from within their muddy graves. She had send them a few necessary tools to enact her plan. Now she could lean back and enjoy the show.<br/><br/>The walking skeletons had quickly surrounded the tree where the young elf was reading. At the very last moment they jumped out of their hiding places. One had been carrying a large stake while the others grabbed the girl. The stake was quickly hammered into the ground. Now all that was left was to nail the elf to it. With large rusty looking nails they tried to hammer both her hands to the top of the stake. The feet would be nailed to the bottom. In the end she would be stuck about 10 centimetres above the ground. When that was done, the Sorceress had a very special curse for her. It would make her intangible, but at the same time it would cause her incredible pain every time someone tried to touch her or even the stake itself. Then nobody would be able to help her and she would die a slow and painful death. The Sorceress was pleased with this plan. It included prolonged pain and torture and would lead to a certain death. Maybe she would even go down there and poke her every now and then. Yes, the damn elf deserves that for having made the Sorceress remember the suffering of being compared to that lowly race. Just that, something seemed to be going wrong.<br/><br/>Angered by the unsuccessful attempts of the skeletons to nail that bitch to the stake, the Sorceress of Chaos peered through the mirror to find out the reason. The little bitch didn’t seem to be a normal elf. “Well, well, it seems like this will get more interesting than anticipated,” the Sorceress said to the mirror. Even though she was angered, she didn’t lose her calm. Putting the mirror aside for a moment she stood up from her throne. She went to one of the various adjacent chambers. This one had various shelves on every wall, covered with all kinds of shapes of bottles, pots and indefinable vessels. “For every illness there is a cure,” she said with apparent pleasure. “And for every problem there is an illness.” After taking a purple bottle she went back to her throne.<br/><br/>Leisurely seating herself, she took up the mirror again. She dripped a few drops of liquid purple smoke from the bottle on the surface of the mirror, which then rippled. “Mirror, mirror, with just a droplet, show me this elf’s secret.” This spell took a little more power than the Sorceress had wanted to spend but the results paid off. She saw how Mandag came into this world and what had gone wrong. Now she knew why her skeleton soldiers had failed. Although there was a chance that the elf, with her heightened sense for magic has felt that someone had looked at her and into her, it was too late now. The Sorceress of Chaos laughed. It was way too late for her. Nothing could save her now. She made the skeletons withdraw, they weren’t of any help now so they could go around and cause some more chaos to make up for the power she had invested in them. They wandered off, going in a random direction. When they sometime would come upon any humans they would probably plunder them like the robbers they were once fighting. The fear that would be instilled to the humans from their sight alone was already a welcome power for the Sorceress of Chaos.<br/><br/>The surface of the mirror started to ripple again. Purple smoke started to cloud the view, enclosing the little elf girl. A laugh escaped from the lips of the Sorceress of Chaos as she caressed the surface of the mirror. “Nobody will remember you anymore,” she whispered sweetly. “Not even if you meet any new people. They will all instantly forget about you. Nothing will be left for you. Not even those that created you. Nobody will remember having met you. Nobody will have your face, name of even voice in their minds. No written words about you will remain. Now, panic, despair, and die!” A loud laughter sounded through the empty throne room.<br/><br/>The Sorceress of Chaos watched the little elf girl for a while and then switched to the tower again. Time to see what her orc has done...