Madam Deville placed Kara on a wooden chair and tied her to it so she couldn't fly away. "What do you want from me?" asked Kara shivering in fear.
The witch's face came only a few inches away from Kara's, who could then smell the evil enchantress's foul breath. "Well my little sweet thing, you have the final ingredient I need for my ultimate spell."
"I don't have anything with me!" Kara shouted.
"Ah, but you do! You'll see!"
Deville hung a cauldron over a fire pit filled with logs. She took a wand and pointed it at the pit. A ball of fire shot out and ignited the logs.
Placing the wand aside, she then grabbed a scroll and began to read from it. "Bone of werewolf, scale of mermaid." She emptied a vial of blood into the cauldron then took a mermaid scale and dropped it in as well. "Toe of nute and eye of frog." She added those ingredients.
Kara watched in curious horror as the witch continued to add more and more strange elements and liquids to her brew. A short time later, red smoke was rising out of the cauldron as it bubbled violently.
Madam Deville turned her head to Kara, who was sitting behind her. With an evil grin she said, "Now for the final ingredient." She held up a large razor sharp knife and slowly walked toward her.
Kara shivered as the blade gleaming in the candlelight came closer and closer. The witch brought the knife under the little girl's chin and with the flat side of the blade, pushed her head slowly upwards. Kara's heart beat loudly as she felt the cold metal touch her skin then became partially relieved when she moved the blade away.
Deville grabbed Kara's right foot and sliced her big toe wide open. Blood began to pour out. Kara felt nothing, as she had no feeling in her legs. The witch held the vial labeled "Blood of Invalid" under the incision allowing the flow of blood to collect into it.
After the container was full, she dropped the girl's foot leaving it bleed onto the floor and walked back to the cauldron. "What're you doing?" Kara asked. "I'll bleed to death!"
Deville turned her head to Kara, raised an eyebrow and said with a wicked smile, "That's alright. I don't mind. You're of no use to me anymore." She turned back to her brew and raised aloft the vial. "And now for the final ingredient!" She emptied the blood into the pot.
There was a blinding flash of light. The hot red steam shot upwards and spread across the cave ceiling. Flashes of all colors erupted from the cauldron and above it formed a large white light. The witch raised her arms. The light then rocketed toward her and was absorbed into her body. Bolts of lightning flashed around her and she laughed loudly in triumph.
While the witch was distracted by basking in her self-glory, Kara snatched a lit candle from the table next to her and slipped down off the chair. Flashes of light and sparks were dancing around the room as she touched the flame to her wounded toe. The skin blackened but the bleeding stopped. She then used the candle to quickly burn through the rope that tethered her leg to the chair. Now free, she blew out the candle and crawled behind a stack of crates and hid.