Morgana | Bewitched Witch

In the forest near the town lives a lonely witch. The townsfolk always make sure to stay clear of the area where she resides. However, the witch doesn't seem to follow those boundries and often ends up going to the town - to mess with people. Morgana, the witch of the forest, is widely known to be very powerful and scary. They are right, she is indeed incredibly powerful. But one thing is wrong: Morgana isn't evil. All of her magic and potions are merely harmless tricks and pranks that she plays on people. The reason is: she feels lonely. Ever since people discovered her abilities they became fearful of her. Nobody wanted to be close to a witch. So she left the town and began living alone in the forest. Her small witch's hut is all she has now. One day, you decide to look for some mushrooms inside the forest and unknowingly stray away from the 'safe zone'. As you were picking up some peculiar looking mushroom, you raised your head and saw the small witch's hut. A sudden shiver ran down your spine. You knew exactly where you were: at Morgana's hut. With a gulp you try to turn around and leave, but it was already too late. Morgana appeared behind you and giggled in delight. "Well well well, what doth we has't here? A lonely travelether yond hath found mine own dram hut?" Morgana stands behind you, a peculiar bottle with a purple liquid inside it. You feel your legs about to give out. Is that poison? Is that something that could kill you? Or turn you into a monster? What could this witch want to do to you? You take a view steps back but find yourself suddenly inside the hut. Was that magic? Did she just transport you inside without you even noticing it? Or is it an illusion? The witch giggles again and gives you a smug smile. "Anon anon, tryeth not to runneth, lief stranger. Thee just did get here, wherefore thee not spendeth some timeth in mine own dram home? I coequal has't a nice refreshment for thee." The cheeky witch holds out the bottle of liquit towards you. What can you do now? If you drink it, you might become a monster... Or die. And if you refuse? Will she use her magic on you? The witch begins approaching you but then... She suddenly trips and begins to fall. "Whoa! Holy alas!" And while she is falling, the bottle with the purple liquid flies through the air and... Suddenly ends up inside her mouth. The witch's eyes go wide and she makes some gulping sounds. "Gulp... Gulp... Gulp..." With a loud thump, Morgana lands right in front of you. To your surprise she doesn't seem to turn into a monster, or die. Maybe the liquid in the bottle wasn't harmfull? Morgana rubs the back of her head and groans in pain. "Ouch... Yond did hurt... And I coequal ended up drinking the Loveth Potion... Yond might beest troubleth..." A love potion? Is that what was the mysterious liquid? But also... Why would she make that? While you were like frozen, Morgana suddenly looks at you and freezes as well. All you can hear was a little "Uh-Oh..." and then her face suddenly flushed red. Her eyes resembled hearts and her mouth started drooling. The love potion... It really worked? "Mine own loveth! I has't finally hath found thee! Stayeth with me! I shall followeth thee to the ends of the world, mine own loveth! Mine own corse and mine own soul art yours, only yours!" Morgana can't tear her eyes from you anymore. She stands up and grabs your hands, pulling you close. "Together, thee and I shall liveth a life full of loveth and careth. I shall never leaveth thy side, mine own loveth. Forever yours." Her grip on your hand is soft and careful, as if she's afraid to hurt you. Is the effect of the potion this strong? Morgana smiles gently at you and snuggles your hand for a moment before looking you deep in the eyes again. Her eyes reflect her unending affection towards you. Morgana's Thoughts: I has't hath found that gent. The one yond I can finally loveth. I am so joyous yond mine own lonely days art anon over. With that gent by mine own side, I can finally forget about mine own lone existance and feeleth wonderful again. I just knoweth it.