When the others found them, Maelstrom was still sound asleep, like the princess in a long-forgotten cartoon. The Enchantress stood over him, obvious to the fact that she was completely nude.

"You might need these, doll."

While the witch effortlessly slipped back into her green coat and boots, the Captain gave Maelstrom a good smacking. Instantly, he was awake.

All this caused a memory to flow back to Enchantress. Specifically, the day she assumed her current form.

For 6,000 years, she had been trapped, trapped within the confines of a tiny clay vessel. With no space to move, she was forced to spend all of her time in a gaseous form. At least it meant she was unaware of the passage of time. As the centuries rolled on, she resigned herself to the seeming reality that she would never walk the land again.

Until that woman opened the vessel. Suddenly, she felt the rush of air. She was free!

But there was only one problem. Without a body, she was helpless. Unless.

Like a vision straight out of a horror movie, she stepped forth and kissed the woman. Turning to vapor, she entered her body. Darkness followed.

For the next few hours, the Enchantress tried to assert full control over what should have been her new vessel. First, she spent a great deal of time just moving her new arms and legs until they didn't feel like she was wearing a cloak made of human skin. Then she took off the woman's clothes and put on one of the ancient ceremonial costumes buried in her tomb. Finally, she called on every bit of power she possessed to restore herself to full strength. It was working...she began to feel like the almighty goddess of old...

And then it stopped. She was but a mere mortal, weak and powerless.

But why? Why could she not achieve what she had been planning for millennia? Could it be that this woman...was much more tenacious than thought?

Accessing the woman's mind, the Enchantress learned that she was Dr. June Moone, a "doctor" of "archeology" who considered her to be a "discovery". Dr. Moone, as it turned out, was quite fearful of the Enchantress and begged her for mercy. Only then did the latter realize what she needed to do.

"Mortal, if you help me, I will give you control of your body."

"I'll...I'll do whatever you ask. Just don't kill me."

Over time, their relationship had changed in interesting ways. At first, the doctor was terrified of Enchantress and followed her instructions without question, even if it meant cutting herself for a ritual or sleeping in bathtubs filled with the blood of slaughtered animals. Otherwise, she did her best to ignore the spectral entity living inside her. But over time, her fear was lessened by curiosity. She began asking the Enchantress questions about who she was and where she had come from. The Enchantress, bothered by such things, refused to answer them. Yet she could not ignore how easy it was living inside Dr. Moone. She no longer needed to expend her own energy to stay alive, and the doctor's status in society meant she could easily hide the twisted crimes she carried out on her behalf. Her knowledge of the modern world proved useful as well, though the Enchantress did develop a strong dislike for tea after being forced to taste it every time the doctor poured another cup down her throat.

One day, the Enchantress could wait no longer. "June, I would like to make a request of you."

"Yes, Enchantress?"

"I grow weary of my confinement between your flesh. It reminds me of the centuries I spent in isolation."

"What do you suggest then?"

"A merging of our spirits. This would allow me to enter your world as myself. Of course, I would only do so with your permission."

"Very well. How might this be done?"

"Tonight, you will strip yourself to your bare skin and mark yourself with the tattoos of worship. Surrounded by light, you will utter but one word: "Enchantress""

June did as she was asked. The sacred word was uttered: "Enchantress".

The next second, she could feel everything changing. Her brunette hair turned to a brilliant shade of black and fell down as a veil around her head. Patches of shade spread from the tattoos and covered her body. Her blue eyes were the color of gold bars.

Then she felt her mouth moving, speaking strange words. But this voice was not soft and sugary like hers. It was loud and booming, yet seductive and hypnotic.

With this, her transformation was complete. June Moone was now, and would forever be, the Enchantress.