Morgana pours foul smelling liquids and salts into a cauldron below my hanging cage.
"Watch closely dear. Maybe it'll make you as hot as it makes me," she smirks at me.
I stare into the cauldron and a faint image appears. I can see a handsome prince. Why its Prince Serath of the Sanc kingdom! My heart raises in my bosom, if any man can save me it is he. There are tales of him slaying dragons and other foul beast, surely he can best this witch and her tricks!
Morgana stares intently, i can here her breathing begin to quicken and she motions her hand upwards as if beckoning something in the cauldron to rise. As I watch the image on the surface i see a tree branch rise up and beneath Prince Serath's foot and he trips into a large puddle of mud.
Morgana lets out an excited squeal, she looks ecstatic.
"A little fall and dirt won't be enough to stop noble Prince Serath" I say. This wretched old witch is a fool.
"Ha! Its not the muck that will undo your 'noble' Prince. Its potions I have spent the last week filling it with. Look its already taking effect"
Once again my heart sinks. Seraph seems to be playing in the mud and his face is beginning to turn....piggish! He rolls around and his clothes come off and I see nothing left of the handsome man. All that remains is a revolting pig. I am horrified at the lack of dignity in the creature which was once a man I might have married. I try to forget the beast was a man moments ago and focus on Morgana who seemed absolutley giddy. She hurries outside and leads the pig into a pen I can see from my prison. Serath...the pig sees me too. It seems to have calmed down, its eyes look human now and I can see recognition and remorse on his face. Is this hog still the man I danced with at many a banquet last summer?
"Eeeeeee" Morgana giggles with glee. She seems to be leading another larger pig into the pen, a pig with tusks! Shouldn't Seraph hve tusks? Unless? Oh my gosh! I cover my mouth with my hand. Tears well up behind my eyes. the poor man.
"Seraph the Sow," Morgana laughs, "very poetic don't you think?"
She grins and points as Seraph is mounted by the boar, the other hand tight between her legs. The little sow squeals and tries to get away but is too small. She Squeals, snorts and oinks in protest but its all for naught and soon she's worn herself out and the boar is left to continue its thrusting unheeded.
"He makes a fine little piggy don't you think? I'm sure he'll breed lots of piglets" I don't say a word, "Oh don't be upset, If you want I could arrange for you to join him?" Morgana smirks.