REDEMPTION

By

Sera Alexia

I looked to the sky above me. It was such a nice, clean, crisp day. The blue birds were cooing, the hills were a bright dark green color, and the sky was such an unusually beautiful teal blue. It was absolutely a gorgeous day to remember. Actually it was the very last day of my life that I remember. It was just too good to be true. I decided this was the day I wanted to redeem myself. I no longer wanted the image of evil before my subjects. I wanted to feel wanted, and I wanted to be loved and cherished. I didn't want to be looked at as if I I really were an actual witch. It was horrible to face my faults, but I did. I knew I had done wrong. I used people. I hurt them, and Animals too. I am shamed and am sorry for my wicked actions. But, nonetheless I was happy to admit I was wrong. For a while nothing could stop me, nor my evil sister. Sadly, I can't account for her actions. I can only account for my own. I fell down a path of religiousness that was dark, dreadfully poignant and self righteousness. I have seen clear the err of my ways and I want to redeem myself, this is the day. I chose this day. This was a day of suspiciousness and cleansing. I knew something was going to come of this day. Something was going to happen that was going to change everything as we knew it. I was finally coming into the true person within myself. I was human, I was an Ozian official and I had the use of my silver shoes to use for goodness instead of evil and torture.

"Citizens of Oz!," I exclaimed to them before me, "Let me speak to you in heed!"

"Look!" One small munchkin pointed and looked above at the sky as one dark cloud suddenly moved over head alarmingly.

What was this? There wasn't any negative energy around me for the first time. This cloud utterly destroyed my positive vibration within my soul. A light suddenly crashed and went out inside of me, I was devastated that this day was tarnished by the cloud of utter disgust. This cloud destroyed my being, my ultimate happy feeling. Someone else noticed more darkened dreary clouds coming toward Munchkinland from the direction of the Emerald City. I still needed to tell my subjects the real person of who I was to become! I had to tell them I was wrong, deadly wrong of my evil deeds and sins. But, these clouds kept coming closer and closer and distracted me immensely.

"As ruler of Munchkinland I need to speak to all of you!" I said to them.

More dark clouds clustered the sky above me as they did to my heart I started to cowered in fear. The sky never had been so grey as I had seen it before. The winds sucked me in and they started a chain as they began to put a spell on the land, one that I had feared and dreaded to this day. Suddenly it was cold and chilling to the bone, as if it were a premonition from beyond. Before me I saw nothing, all was blank. I had nothing to say, my body couldn't move. It was as if I were in stuck in a sense of shock. My special day was gone and in its path was fear. Munchkin citizens panicked for their lives. And for the first time it wasn't me they feared. The weather put panic inside the heart of my subjects.

Fences were ruined, farms were turned over, the land was dusting and a Munchkin baby flew into my arms from its mother. The wind just picked her up and into my hands she fell.

"Give me my child, you witch! You are an evil, wicked creature!" she screeched to me.

"The weather isn't my fault!"

"You used the shoes to ruin us once more! Your bondage on us is illegal and you know it! What have you done to us? to Munchkinland? To Oz? Release the winds! Let us go!"

"My people, Ozians, it is not I that has done this. Oz is a peaceful land! " Ferocious winds started devastatingly to change the face of Oz as we know it. Munchkins ran for cover anywhere they could. I stood motionless, powerless and unworthy. I cannot control the power behind what controls the weather. It is not of my doing. My silver shoes will not work in this case, I have learned. My positive forthright day of goodness vanished into the winds of despair. I was helpless, and yes I deserve what comes of me. I am a horrid creature. I can pretend to be good, and even speak of greatness. But, what is inside of me is pure, unadulterated evil. Just as my sister has become. We are the yin and yang of Oz. And Glinda has won, goodness always prevails doesn't it? No one mourns for the wicked, do they?

"Why does she stand there, out in the open? She'll be killed!" a munchkin said aloud to my deafening shrieking ears of howling among me.

I stood with my head hung in shame. I don't remember much after that because my vision was distorted. A strangely shaped funnel was heading my way. It came from nowhere, but had to come from somewhere. I believe it came from the rainbow I saw just above the Emerald City, before when there wasn't a cloud in the sky, just the blue birds over head when I was certain I was to prevail in goodness and greatness. Now, it was much to late for that. The funnel was attracting me greatly. I felt compelled to go to it, but I needn't do so. It came to me. I followed my darkened path. I looked to the rest of the citizens of Oz. I threw the baby in my arms back to its mother as she ran in fear from the twister that was directly in front of me. As I looked to the sky all I saw were winds twisting and turning all around and through me. I didn't noticed I stood directly into the eyes of a tornado. I finally knew I had to move but I couldn't. My fate was upon me. I saw it, my premonition. Nothing. My head shot straight above me as I saw a dark shadow surrounding me. I knew all was lost. Lost forever my memory would be as my being would be. Someone else would possibly collect my shoes. Maybe used for good this time. Maybe. For I had used them on evil purposes, for bondage and slavery and much more than one could imagine. My time here in Oz would be no more. I, the Wicked Witch of the East held no prisoners. I was completely dead. I watched as a freak house above me falling through the sky crush my lifeless body to my own disgusting demise. I knew it to be the end of my life. I was truly wicked, very wicked indeed. I never got the chance to redeem myself like I had planned. A tornado and a house stopped my wicked deeds. All of my inner powers of righteousness evacuated from my soul the moment my body was crushed. I was no more than a memory to Oz.

Now, I lay down beside myself, crushed against power and hope. I am gone and have no one to blame except myself. A house now stands in the wake of my being. My legs bare and feet ready for the taking of my soul and shoes. What will be next I wonder? Two words are echoed in the rest of my existence:

Dorothy Gale