The Magik Potion
Ancient stone walls echo with voices of the long-dead. Moisture condenses on every surface and is heard dripping unseen in the distance. Candle flames dance with each cold draft that sweeps through the room. The evil queen begins to mutter incantations as the growing mist from her potion enfolds her. Powerful forces from the other side are building in the bright red fruit in front of her. A glamour spell will disguise the queen as she delivers the apple that will carry the curse of eternal sleep to the beautiful princess.