The Witch lived in a hut on the cliffs of Java. She specialized in binding spells. She saw the woman in green walking on the surf and coveted her power.
"I will bottle that spirit," the Witch muttered. She stirred her cauldron, tossing in a poppet made of driftwood. Poppet Binding.
Nyi Roro Kidul, Queen of the Southern Sea, felt a tug on her aura. She looked up at the cliff.
"A mortal pulls at the tide?" she asked, amused.
The Witch chanted faster. Cauldron Transmutation.
Nyi Roro Kidul sighed. "You are reckless."
She raised a jade-adorned hand. Southern Sea's Claim.
It wasn't a spell; it was a tsunami. A massive wall of green water rose up, defying gravity to strike the cliff. It crashed over the hut effectively erasing the property line. The Witch, her cauldron, and her cat were washed out to sea, becoming permanent servants in the underwater palace.