Inside the tent, the two lovers look around, only to be surprised at what they are seeing. The inside appears a lot larger than what the tent is from the outside. No rips or tears could be found in the interior and instead a well decorated room with crystals and gemstones dangling from mobiles on the walls and ceiling. At the center of the chamber stands a round wooden table with three chairs surrounding it, with one of them being seated upon by a figure completely cloaked in a brown cloth and darkness.

The figure speaks in a calm old mare’s tone, “Welcome to my abode. Come, sit, and enjoy the wonders in which I shall present you with.”

“What are these wonders you speak of?” Seirbigh asks as he and Crystal walk towards the empty wooden chairs in front of them.

“Hoof reading, herbs, magical feats, miracle brews, and many other treats.”

“Sounds, interesting, what is your price?”

“For such a lovely couple, I shall charge thee nothing for my services. Come, sit, and let me read your hooves. Let me ease your mind with my herbs. Let me impress you with my magic. And let me offer you a humble brew that shall relieve you from all of your woes.”

“Thank you very much ma’am,” Crystal replies, “but we wouldn’t want to take advantage of your kindness. I insist that we should pay.”

“No need to worry my dear, soon, I shall be the happiest mare alive, and I want to offer what I have now before I move on to my new life.”

“Deal!” Seirbigh cheers, leaping into the empty wooden chair in front of him, anxious to what luxuries he shall receive for free. Crystal, though hesitant, takes the last seat and prepares for what awaits her. With both lovers now seated with her, the old mare ducks her head below the large wood table, only to pop back up moments later with a peculiar looking mirror in her mouth. She places the looking glass in the center of the table, allowing the light from outside to reveal her dark red fangs still coated in dried blood from last night.

“M-m-miss,” Crystal stutters, “why does thou have sharp teeth in the shade of crimson red?”

“’Tis nothing,” the hooded figure replies, “just something I was born with. Now, my lady, rest thy hoof above my glass of truth.” The pink Earth Pony follows Medicine’s orders and lifts her right hoof above the mirror, where the old pegasus zebra examines it thoroughly. “I see, I see a beautiful, young mare. I see that thou has a most eventful future before her. Is this true?”

“Why yes, me and Seirbigh are being married in a couple of days.”

“But not just the wedding I see. I see a transformation, something that shall impact all of Trihearth.”

“A transformation? Like what?”

“You’ll see in time my dear, all in good time. Now, Seirbigh, reveal thy hoof to me and I shall deliver.” Crystal pulls away her hoof as the green pegasus lifts his over the glass. The witch then examines his hoof, only to give him an unseen disgusted look.

“Is there a problem?” The prince nervously asks.

“I see, I see a foal. I see a tomfool that shall make a grave and unwise mistake in the not-so distant forthcoming.”

“What?! What is it? How am I a foal?”

“However, what you and many other shall see as a tragedy, some will see it as a miracle.”

“What is it? Who are the some that you speak of?”

“All in good time…” Now panicked, the frantic prince grabs the mirror with his hooves and stares into it, shaking it uncontrollably. Yet, all he can see is a distressed stallion, his own self. “I suggest you return that mirror to me, for you lack the knowledge to know its secrets and use it to calm you. I shall appease your stress with my herbal tea.” In defeat, Seirbigh gently places the mirror back onto the center of their table. Crystal reaches a hoof over to her shoulder, calming both him and herself from the gloomy forecast. Medicine grabs the mirror in her mouth and reaches her head under the table once more, coming back above with two silver goblets in each hoof and a ceramic teapot in her mouth. She then pours the rich brown liquid into the two cups and pushes them to her guests, in which they promptly take the goblets and drink the tea. The drink was warm, smooth, and instantly made the insides of their mouths and necks become tender upon contact. The tenderness flows into their minds, putting the two lovers in an almost euphoric state of mind, having now completely forgotten about Seirbigh’s hoof reading. “Do you feel much better?”

“Much, I can barely remember why I was so upset earlier.”

“Good, now, continue to relax as I show you some magic I have perfected since I was a little foal.”

“Actually,” Crystal calmly interrupts, “I was wondering if you could tell us about your tent.”

“What about it that makes you so curious?”

“How is it ragged, torn, and small from the outside, yet elegant, neat, and large inside? I have never heard of such magic that could perform such an extraordinary feat of architecture.”

“There are a lot of things about magic that most ponies don’t know about. I learned these hidden gems of knowledge from many, many years of research and exploration.”

“What other types of magic are there? What spells and feats of magic are there that most don’t know about.”

“Mere words cannot describe such mysteries, yet there is a way I can show you. For my final service to you and your love, I shall offer you a brew of miracles. Upon drinking it, your fates shall be intertwined for all of eternity. No force of magic shalt separate the bond that you two share today for the rest of your life.”

“That’s impossible…”

“Nothing is impossible my child.” The cloaked witch then exits her chair and enters the pitch-black corner at the back of the chamber. For an entire minute, the winged witch stays hidden in the corner, leaving Crystal and Seirbigh to wonder what’s going on back there. Eventually, Medicine An Uisce emerges from the black with a large golden goblet balanced upon a single hoof. The witch slowly walks towards the table and reaches the big cup towards the smaller silver dishware. With the steadiness of a surgeon, the old mare pours the pink liquid inside her golden cup into each of the silver goblets, half and half. “Both of you shall partake in drinking this brew, and all I have alleged would happen, shall happen.” The two guests examine the pink potion in their cups, making sure that it didn’t have any unseen poisons or unnatural ingredients not dissolved in the brew.

“Are you sure it is safe to drink upon?” The young prince skeptically asks as the tea’s savory effects begin to wear off.

“I assure you sir. I give my vow.” The two lovers take a small gulp of air, preparing to drink the mysterious liquid. They turn to each other and slowly, the two lift their goblets from the table to their lips. The pink fluid pours from the silver metal and into their mouths, flowing against all of the exposed flesh of their insides. It tasted unusual at first, seemingly bland and very thick. However, the unknown love poison turns very thin in their throats and seep into their veins and rushes into their brains.

The witch watches with a devious smile upon her face as the eyes of her two guest snap from squinted disgust into sets of wide open domes of pulsating pink and purple colours. She knows the love poison has worked. The two lovers are now bonded by the magic that rested in her brew. As the two gape into each other’s eyes, Crystal and Seirbigh lose all awareness of the reality around them, soon believing that their other is the only other thing to exist in the vast void of their current lives. They now saw each other as perfect, with no flaws, imperfections, or stains of guilt, only pure innocence. “How do you feel?”

“Why have I not seen this before…” Seirbigh proclaims, “Princess Crystal, you’re… perfect…”

“Not as perfect as you Prince Seirbigh…” Crystal softly coos, “You are the only thing I have ever truly known to be real in this illusion they call reality…”

“You are the most beautiful diamond in all of the universe, hoof-crafted by the gods, just to be mine…”

“And you, you are the mountain of stone and iron in which I shall lay upon. You will never bow or fall to wind, fire, ice, nor water, and shall be there for me always, as I shall be for you…”

“Crystal…”

“Seirbigh…”

“Crystal…”

“Seirbigh…” The two ponies, under the spell of the poison, continue to repeat each other’s names with seemingly no end. Medicine, now sure that she has played her part, sneaks past the two oblivious lovers and pokes her hooded head out from the tent flaps. The sun blinds her for a split second, but thanks to her hood, she quickly ducks her head down and shields the rays of light from her eyes. She shifts her head side to side and squints her red eyes. The witch sees Dorch to her right, looking back at her with a nervous look upon his face.

“Has the deed been done?” He asks, twiddling his front hooves in anxiousness.

Medicine replies, “It has been done. Your friends are now locked in an eternal gaze of passion. Make sure it stays like that, will you?”

“Yes Miss Uisce. Though, I still do not understand. How will this give me absolute power of Trihearth?”

“All in good time my boy. Good things come to those who wait. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must return to my home. There is a thing that I have been waiting for hundreds of years, and it shall come soon.”

“What ‘tis it?”

“Something that I have desired ever since my banishment, you shall see in time.” The witch then leaves her tent and heads out towards the edge of the festival grounds, leaving behind Dorch with her tent and the two ponies inside. The unicorn turns towards the witch’s abandoned tent and looks inside to see the massive chamber with his two friends still inside, still staring into each other’s eyes and proclaiming the other’s name. Dorch pulls his head back outside to look to where he viewed Medicine slowly walking away, only to find that she had completely vanished from the scene, with no trace left behind.

“An odd pony, that medicine pony… But, if what she says is true, then I shall become the rightful heir to the entire body of government of Trihearth. All I must do now is watch Crystal and Seirbigh, and make sure they stay together.” Dorch then reenters the tent and calls towards the two. “Princess Crystal, Prince Seirbigh, come out. We should head back to the center and wait for Ceann.” The midnight pony doesn’t receive a response from either of the two, as if he wasn’t even there. Sir Dorch then approaches the two lovers, now lightly rubbing their noses against each other. “Pardon me, but I request that both you follow me towards the center of the-”

“Seirbigh,” Crystal utters from her curling lips, “you are the most handsome stallion I have ever seen…”

“Well, maybe you could see his great handsomeness better in the rays of the sun. The center statue is the perfect spot from what I have heard.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Seirbigh replies, now remembering that Dorch exists, “Let us go, my fair lady. In the beams of heaven’s light, I shall be able to take witness to your divine purity.”  Crystal and Seirbigh exit their seats and follow Dorch out of the tent, still keeping their eyes locked onto each other. The trio then exits the unusual tent and heads off towards the statue where they were once before. Dorch looks back after a minute or two of walking to find that the witch’s tent has disappeared, leaving behind a small empty plot of earth and no evidence of its existence.