The forest enchantress of predominately noble intentions lets her powers overrun her during nights like these. The moon is high and any poor souls caught out of place could be in for the worst night of their lives.

The enchantress prepares to dawn her flowing red cape at the pinnacle of her strength. Alas, this power overtakes her and sees her most vulnerable moments of internal torment. Yet... Like an overjoyed child, she bounds from tree to tree expressing an outflow of love for the energy woven into the nature around her. This devolves quickly into a melting sentiment for the constrained beauty of nature around her locked in unassuming bodies.

This continues until the wrong creature steps on the wrong twig - thwack!... And all goes silent. The witch turns slowly to the pitiful fairy. She was locked frozen when they made eye contact. The witch's stomach churned with disgust, then rage. The river began to crystallize and a chilling fear set in. The witch did not retaliate at the fairy directly - no, she snatched up the fairy's greatest joys in life: her friends Toad and Robin.

The witch was going to teach her a lesson. One with no meaning other than a reminder to never fool around when the moon is high and the red cape is near.