At first, Mortimer saw nothing, but then he felt the world twisting around him. At first he was afraid it was the witch doing something, but the feeling then subsided and he found himself still standing there, staring at the orb.
"Hmph, didn't even do anything." Mortimer thought to himself. Though he was conscious that he felt...odd. The witch was smiling at him. "Mmm yes, a handsome young one you will make."
"What are you..." Mortimer stopped as he spoke. His voice sounded different and his teeth felt weird in his mouth. "What did you do to me?"
"Oh? Don't know? Let's show you," From nowhere she pulled out a mirror and Morimer stood in fear at what he saw. Instead of a young human boy, he saw a young orc, with dark green skin and dark brown eyes. His hair was now almost all gone, save a small mowhawk of curly brown bristles. HIs ears were pointed, and his teeth had jutted into tusks from his lower jaw. He was wearing different clothes, his green feet now three toed poking from animal skin breaches, the rest of him bare.
"No! W...what did you do to me?" He demanded again.
"Why I gave you a new life, young Mo'rt. You are now the son of a great line of orcs...."