Page 148 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I ignored Scarecrow, “Stop hiding Dorothy!”

My voice was amplified by my fury. I threw another fireball, and then another. The lions began to back away in fear.

“You can’t hide from me forever,” I warned.

Electricity sparked between the fireballs in my hand. I allowed the energy to grow to dangerous levels before throwing the lot of it towards the trees where the lions as gone to take cover.

They scattered like ants as the trees caught fire and began to blaze.

“Somebody is angry,” Dorothy’s singsong voice came from behind me. I whipped around to see her standing there with a knife to Mombi’s throat.

“Somebody has taken too many things that don’t belong to her,” fury raced through my veins. I wanted to kill Dorothy, to rip her apart, piece by piece.

Mombi had tears streaming down her face, “I didn’t mean to do this.”

I heard her shout before Dorothy tightened the knife, drawing a thin line of blood to trickle down Mombi’s neck.

“Fuck that!” I raged, “Release her, and you might live.”

Dorothy’s eyes narrowed, “What makes you think that you can give orders?”

And it was at that moment, with Mombi clinging to her life, and Glinda and El fighting to keep a shield over them and Gregory, that I realized something. I could give any damn order I pleased because I was meant to rule this land. The only reason I lacked before, was I didn’t have the balls to step into what I had known, all along, was meant to be mine.

“Because I am the Queen of Oz and you are nothing but a spoiled little girl that needs to go home.”

I felt power radiate through my body, coming up from the land, through my feet until I had to be glowing with it.

“I will repeat this one more time, and then I will kill you. You murdered my people, destroyed crops, dropped a house on me, kidnapped my sister and stole my fucking shoes. You will release Mombi or face your death. What is your choice?”

CHAPTER 53 - PART 5 – Indy

There are times inyour life that you will look back on and wonder how you had the strength to carry through. You will question where your head was, and how your courage seemed to grow one hundred-fold in that one instant.

You may even wonder what it was that led you to follow your heart instead of your head or your gut.

The power that I had raging through me could have taken out half of Munchkin Land. For all intents and purposes, I should have been dead.

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