Page 150 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

She tried to run, but I stopped her with a glance.

“How are you doing this?” she pulled at her legs, but they wouldn’t move.

“I am the Queen of Oz. It yields its power to the ruler of the land. You stole that wand from my father thinking that you had his power, didn’t you?”

“I did have his power!” Dorothy’s hair had come undone, whipping around her face.

Gregory and Glinda came to stand beside me.

“No,” I said forcefully. “You had a small fraction of the power that knew its true master when I snapped the wand in half.”

“What of your father?” she spat hatefully.

I paused for a moment.

And Glinda stepped forward, placing her hand on my arm, “I Glinda, Witch Queen of Oz, yield my power, my life and my soul to Queen Indy, the true ruler of Oz.”

El came to stand on the other side of me, “I Elphaba, Witch Queen of Oz, yield my power, my life and my soul to Queen Indy, the true ruler of Oz.”

Mombi placed her hands on my shoulders behind me, “I Mombi, eldest of the Witch Queens of Oz, yield my power, my life, and my soul to Queen Indy, the true ruler of Oz.”

Power that I never dreamt possible, surged into my frame until I wasn’t sure where my sisters left off and I began.

“Dorothy of Kansas, you are a murderous villain and will forever be banned from Oz,” my voice was steady as I made my vow.

Gregory spoke up, “As a trustee and protector of Oz, I banish you Dorothy forever from Oz.”

Mombi repeated his words and then I, the last trustee as the ruler of Oz, raised my hand into the air.

“Dorothy of Kansas, return from whence you came, never to return!”

I lowered my hand as the winds picked up to deafening speeds. A funnel cloud shot down from the sky sweeping Dorothy and her dog Toto into its vicious circle.

She screamed vile threats, pleaded for mercy, and spat venomously at us, but it was too late. The funnel cloud disappeared and Dorothy along with it.

I glanced around and the fires that had been lit vanished. The trees walked back to their roots and the boulders rolled until they lay in their dirt beds.

Scarecrow was upon me in seconds, “I have never been so fucking proud of you! You have always had the power, Indy! You just had to learn it for yourself!”

His lips crashed into mine, devouring my mouth, and stealing my senses. I didn’t notice when Steele arrive, sweeping El off her feet. Nor did I watch Gregory sink to his knees as Glinda fainted dead away.

I was too busy getting the shit kissed out of me.

His rough hands grasped my face, “I fucking love you! Do you understand me?”

I felt my throat tighten, “I love you more.

His forehead met mine as he laughed softly “Not possible, Indy, not possible.”

From beside us, I heard Mombi cry out when Jake came into sight, I broke away to watch my sister fling herself into Scarecrow’s bartenders' arms. I tried to remember that he was the Ping of the Pride, but he seemed like good ole Jake to me.

The Lions roared with approval as their King ruthlessly kissed my sister.

I felt my fingertips tingle and knew what needed to be done.

Raising my hand once more, I reached out and granted Mombi her dearest wish. How I had known, I couldn’t tell you. All I knew was that it was the right thing to do.

She felt the changes in her body and whipped around to face me.

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