Shadow Enchantment

The moon shone brightly over Gotham when Wanda Maximoff arrived at the abandoned theater. She received a letter, written on old paper in violet ink, inviting her to a “witch” meeting with someone who knew her power. Her instincts told her it was a trap, but curiosity got the better of her.

Inside, the chandelier lights flickered and a seductive voice echoed in the darkness:

—“Ogima setnuj em otdnepsus.”

Wanda’s body tensed. She knew that tone, that backwards way of speaking. Zatanna stepped out of the shadows with a mysterious smile.

—I knew you would come, Wanda. You are too powerful to ignore a challenge.

Wanda frowned.

—What do you want?

Zatanna twirled her hat and made it disappear with a snap.

—Your mind is a chaos of pure magic. I want to see if you are as strong as they say… or if I can bend you.

Before Wanda could cast a spell, Zatanna spoke another command:

—"Orbmec arogla repus."

Wanda's eyes glowed red for an instant before fading. Her expression softened, her body relaxing, and her will fading into a hypnotic void.

Zatanna snapped her fingers in front of her face.

—Wow, this was easier than I expected. What shall I do with you now, dear Scarlet Witch?

Wanda's lips moved slowly, her voice sounding distant:

—Whatever you wish, Mistress of Magic...

Zatanna smiled. The night was just beginning.

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