[ WP ] Our hero walks into a beautiful small town in a far away kingdom . He finds that every man in the town is blindly in love with the beautiful girl and would do everything for her . When he finally meets her , he realizes that she is an ugly , old , powerful witch .

He paraded into the small village, on top of his purebred white horse. His beautiful blue eyes glanced through the town, searching inhibitants - or searching even a small hint of life. But from what our hero could see - the town was empty. 
 
 As he slowly rode towards the largest building, which seemed to be an inn, Anduin noticed a strange sensation creeping on him. He frowned and urged his horse to hurry, not feeling comfortable. He recognized the feeling, even though it was... different. Weaker. But magic nonetheless. 
 
 Arriving at the inn, he tied his horse to a wooden pole and walked inside. The scenario that unfolded was one he would never expect to see. 
 
 Sitting on countless wooden chairs, men from all ages sat in the same direction, facing a large chair.''It looks like a throne'' Anduin thought. Sitting on it, covered in thin mist, was an old woman. Her white hair, almost transparent, disappeared behind her sholders and cascaded the throne. Her large nose was the most striking part of her face with a large wart adding to that effect. Thick lines covered her elderly face, leaving her in a state that could only be described as old and ugly. 
 
 But the men, all sheepishly staring at her, some even hinting small parts of drool, seemed to think differently. The hero sneeked over to the last line of chairs, trying to avoid the woman. He suspected her to be the source of this magic and that all men were under effect of this spell. He crouched behind a large man, with big arms, with a butcher apron still tied to his chest, and whispered:''Sir, what are you all doing here?'' 
 
''Watching her....Arila....Is n't she beautiful?'' he stammered, not moving his eyes out of her appearance even once. 
 
''I'd like to disagree'', Anduin mumbled to himself. 
 
''What did you say!'' the man outraged, apparentely overhearing his spoken thoughts.''Do n't you dare insult her, the biggest beauty of this world!'' He jumped up, slammed his chair aside and reached for Anduin. 
 
 Anduin rolled to the side, jumping up and reached for his sword. An arm reached from his blind spot, flying towards the side of his head. Suddenly, the arm froze. 
 
''What is that commotion?'' a voice yelled. Anduin stepped backwards, walking out of the man's reach and glanced towards the throne. It was the witch who had spoken - and her icy glance was focussed right on him. 
 
''I'm here... to find out what's going on. With this... event'' Anduin said, gesturing the scenery around him. 
 
''Ah, someone who can resist the powers of this beauty'', the witch cackled. 
 
''Someone who will end this, for the sake of all men in this town'' Anduin spoke confidently. He was not a fan of witches - their deeds only caused harm. He would put an end to this. 
 
''Well, let's ask them if they really want this to end, shall we, dear'' she said. 
 
 Anduin walked towards a skinny man, barely of grown age, and asked him:''What do you think of her? Is she really that beautiful to you?'' 
 
''She's more beautiful than heaven, to me.'' the man said, as if he were in a dream come true. 
 
''Ca n't your eyes pierce through her illusion? You HAVE to break out of this'', Anduin said, frustration growing on him. He had no idea how to put a stop to this. 
 
 His eyes raced around the room, hoping for the slighest bit of inspiration. An idea... an idea so stupid that he would n't even consider it. But he did n't have a better plan, so he had to roll with it. And so he did. 
 
''Let's put your illusion to the test, witch.'' he said. 
 
''My pleasure.'' she spoke, her thin smile creeping on Anduin. 
 
''Who are you?'', he asked. 
 
''My name is Arila and I'm 20 years old. I live in this town alone, hoping for a man to ask for my hand and to marry him and to bear his children.'' 
 
 The men rocketed off their chairs, shouting''Me! Me!'' and pointing their fingers at themselves. 
 
''What are your interests?'' Anduin asked. 
 
''I love horses. I can knit beautiful cloths with patterns and of different colours. I'm a fantastic cook too.'' she answered. 
 
 The men cheered for her. 
 
''Now..Can you show me how young and vivid, full of life, you still are?'' Anduin asked again, but his doubt was starting to build. He feared his plan would not work - and that would case him trouble. Lots of trouble. 
 
 The witch jumped, ran, danced, cooked, and even slept with an other man - to Anduin's disgust - on the stage, all portraying the things a young woman could do. 
 
 Anduin was ready for his final challenge. The men grew restless, waiting for the final revelation of her being who she claimed to be. 
 
''Can you..'' he asked the witch, who stared back with content on her face, knowing she was about to win,''twerk for me?'' 
 
 The men cheered. This sight would be something for them to remember forever. Their fantasies would come through. 
 
''Twerk..?'' the witch stammered.''What in Lucifer's name is twerking?'' she snarled at Anduin, who had a growing smile on his face. 
 
''She does n't know what twerking is, lads. Do you honestly know a single woman of her age that is n't able to twerk, let alone not know what it means?'' he asked the crowd.''I told you, she's an imposter. An elderly witch, tricking you all!'' 
 
 The men finally had it dawn on them. They had been cheated on, tricked by this witch. Who was now powerless against the horde of men thirsting for revenge. She tried to reach for the exist, hugging the walls, but the men would not let her go. She would n't make it out alive. 
 
 Anduin laughed as he did n't in years, its volume growing intensely.''Oh my, oh my. The stupidity. How could you not be able to twerk when impersonating a young women? I literally ca n't even!'' he laughed.
