sнε watched from her seat in the hot air balloon as the little girl, Dorothy, vanished from Oz.
Dorothy could not stop her now.
The Wicked Witch stood up, stepping over the Wizard's moaning form to get a better view of the sky ahead. A simple spell had kept her hidden from the Wizard and she was grateful for it now. He would not make it to Kansas and she would take her rightful place as the Ruler of Oz.
She wound a noose around the Wizard's neck and threw him over the side of the balloon. The sickening snap of his neck told her he was dead. The Wicked Witch jumped from the balloon, cackling and flying away on her broom.
When the balloon would eventually fall from the sky, someone would find the Wizard's body, and she would be ready.
Oz would be her's.
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OZ
Teen FictionIt has been six years since Dorothy Gale left Oz. Six long years. After wishing to go back to the vibrant land, Dorothy and her faithful dog Toto are whisked away from Kansas yet again. But this isn't the Oz Dorothy used to know. It is a dark place...
