Her cauldron is bubbling. It's only just recently gotten back to its golden state... despite all of the time apart.

She casually drops some ingredients into it, magnificent patterns erupting out of it in forms of mist, rising higher towards the roof of the cave.

It's all coming together.

🎶 ❝ I admit that in the past, I've been a nasty... They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch... ❞ 🎶

The sea witch finishes the last touches on her makeup and rubs her hands fiendishly together...

❝ Looks like it's almost time for Ursula to take matters into her own tentacles! ❞

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𝓛𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝓞𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 ！

𝐷𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑦 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘 ! ．．．

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𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒚’𝒔 T͟e͟m͟p̲l͟a͟t͟e͟ ！

“Don’t forget. Wherever you go, I’m always with you.”

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- sufficed as an answer alone, but the sheer hatred that rumbled through her low voice when she said what she did next spoke volumes on the view of ‘magic’ back then.

“Of course — back then, it was just called — 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩.”

“I scoured through the forbidden sections of Atlantica’s vast libraries just for even a passage of knowledge.”

Ursula’s lip curled, teeth clenched in mild disdain. She didn’t answer Ariel’s first question, nor even acknowledged it with an arrogant hiss or retort.

That probably would have -

- shortcomings. If he had the trident, well… I had to have some strengths of my own.”

Pouring some potion into an empty bowl, the projected memory’s eyes went wide, and mesmerized by what she saw. Energy overflowing, electricity lighting up her visage.

A small taste of magic.

-

Although, the younger Ursula looked ever so slightly less pleased.

“…and more power…”

The vision seemed to leap ahead in time to a studious young Ursula in her room, reading and flipping pages, mesmerized by the hidden arts of alchemy… and magic.

“So naturally, I had to make up for my own -

- of a much younger Ursula bowing before an unseen figure alongside her brother.

“As the older brother, naturally, he held more responsibilities…”

Bestowed to him, by presumably his own father, the legendary trident, with all of the power of the oceans and more compacted inside.

-

“A room with a view, the entire package! Oh, it was paradise!”

Ursula curled her hand, and her tentacles mimicked the motion, desperate to capture that moment in time forever. But alas, like all beauty, it was fleeting.

She stirred the smoke with a tentacle, and weaved it into a blurred vision -

“And let’s not forget the importance of 𝘽𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙃-𝘿𝙔 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙂𝙀, 𝙃𝘼𝘼𝙃.”

- born…”

The steam seemed to spread like a blanket. Even just vaguely, she could see a small fragment of how even more lavish and shiny Atlantica was in it’s heyday.

“I lived in the palace alongside your father. Family privileges, you understand.”

“Forgive me, I can’t help being a theatric.”

The sea witch snarked as the steam from the cauldron began to shift and take shape. Like the images in the clouds, they would manifest illusions; visions of the yesteryear into one clear picture.

“A long time ago, and this was far before you were -

“Nevermind that.”

Ursula held up a dismissive hand, and already her attention was on the various bottles on the wall. Ingredients rarer than diamonds, and only a short handful were dumped into the center of her cauldron. They’d settle with a heavy hiss.

“Time to uphold my end of the deal.”

“Just steer clear of my crazy sister. Now, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 a handful…..”

The sea witch utters underneath her breath. It’s not like she needs to know about that hag anyways. Black sheep of the family and all.

…What was her name again?

“Listen to every word: be afraid. You cannot run. You cannot hide from me. I will find you. And when I do, I will retrieve my Omnitrix and destroy you!”

- New to the character.
- Will be based off of the first shows interpretation.
- He’s going to kick some serious ass.
- No lewd.

“Hah…”

She laughed humorlessly. The very thought of it was absurd. Ursula seldom believed in things as idealistic as true love or endings wrapped in a neat little bow. And she especially didn’t believe in Triton.

Yet, the girl was not lying.

“Doesn’t sound like him. Stubborn as an hammerhead…”