Some would say that the Enchantress' will, age, and knowledge gained from over six thousand years of memory and experience would have overridden the young spirit of June Moone. Some would say that Doctor June Moone's humanity would have overridden the being known as the Enchantress, who held no emotion, and was not truly alive.

Clearly this shows that most people do not understand magic the way that the Enchantress and Doctor June Moone do (after all, she found the temple, didn't she?).

They were bound together, a new being, neither the ancient demon or the human. This new being, only days old, stumbled out of the ancient jungle, hidden within the base of a dying volcano. They struggled with their sense of self, while struggling to get to the nearest base camp from Moone's memories (they had attempted to use magic, and it had not gone well for them, suffice to say a former human brain with preconceived notions of the 'limitations' of the universe, is not the ideal brain to use was creating miniaturized space-time bridges for teleportation purposes), the part of them that was the Enchantress struggled with these new limitations, the part of them that was Doctor Moone struggled to wrap her mind around the situation.

They passed over a small hill, reaching the top, and were gifted with the sight of the base camp. Knees weak with relief they stumbled forwards, before quite actually stumbling.

Eyes turned as camp members heard the commotion and watched as their local crazy mad scientist, who had disappeared five nights ago raving about an ancient temple, rolled and fell down the hill.

Picture waking up, and going about your day as a student interning at an archeological dig site. It is not interesting, if you are lucky the lead professor will allow you to clean a few bones. Otherwise you help with the maintenance of the camp, nothing really happens, and you've used to the relative calm of your small slice of heaven.

Now picture someone you know, appearing after seemingly disappearing into the jungle after going on a mad-cap rant. She had blood streaming from her eyes, her hair - which is usually in a tight bun - is falling around her face, her clothes are tattered and dirty, over them she wears what looks like an iron bikini, and she currently sitting at your feet, dazed and terrified.

"Doctor Moone?"

"Someone call the medic!"

"Help me get her on to the stretcher!"

And this was how once-Enchantress, once-June, returned to the realm of the humans. Not with fear, or anger, but concern for the obviously mad woman.

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The former goddess, and likely former Doctor of archeology, because then new being could not picture being either of those things, awoke to a sterile, dark, hospital room. Lying back in a hospital bed their leg in a brace in front of them, they drew a long calm breath. Glancing around they could tell that it was nighttime, and also that they were no longer at Base Camp. Her new, otherworldly senses could feel that she had shifted her geographical location quite severely, and Doctor Sullivan's ward in the Base Camp would and could never be this clean after the infamous Burrito incident they had been told of when they were June Moone.

Doctor June Moone, the Enchantress. The human, the demon. What were they now? Could they keep the name they were born as 23 years ago, or should they go by the title they had earnt what felt like a millenia ago. For a moment they pictured that, Yes, I'd like a double macchiato. The name is Enchantress. No. That would not go well. Only heroes and villains used titles, and honestly as soon as their thoughts moved in that direction they were violently reminded of the teleportation incident.

So, were they the Enchantress or June Moone? Neither side wished to secede their once-name. Names, after all, had power, it was a part of their magic and their identity. Something neither wanted to sacrifice. However … a quick flick through of memories confirmed something. Names, in this time, could be changed. A small blood sacrifice would allow the name to be magically accurate as well.

Then a full body shiver and wince swept their body. A few tears gathered, slipping down their face. Kittens and puppies … NO. Just no. When they were healthier they would gain a license and go hunting for animals which could be legally and morally hunted. The ease would be decreased but … it would be worth it.

(Modern morality is both a hindrance and a fashionable accessory to the once-Enchantress - although as the hours drive on her spirit is further and further eclipsed by the new creation - this new ability to feel for creatures that she had never even considered before, to worry and love what should be perfect strangers who merely were able to project their voice across the world. These new emotions, were beautiful and worrying.)

"Oh!" Shifting they turned to find what was clearly a nurse bustling over, "You're awake, this is amazing. You've been asleep since you were found!"

They were shocked, "Really?" And as the nurse continued to move around them, checking their vitals and explaining how she had been airlifted out of the base with a broken leg - teleportation would wait a long time - they did not notice how they spoke fluent spanish with the nurse.

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Far away, a box full of the former Doctor June Moone's possessions, as well as everything taken from her before her transportation to the hospital was enroute to a secret location.

In the box a small camera lay. Inconspicuous against the bloody shirt.