Glinda sighed as she turned away from the window of her room in the Emerald Palace. While she might have been happy, the truth was, she had been crying. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. In the square below, everyone was blanketed in bright vibrant colors and celebrating. Even the lanterns which sparkled in the
darkening night seemed to be singing a tune. For the Witch of the West was dead.
A gentle knock on the door brought the Good Witch back to her senses. Answering the door, she saw her small daughter, Nissa, smiling up at her.
"Yes, my dear?"
"Time to go to the party now?" Nissa's blue eyes sparkled merrily at the thought of any party, but this was a special one. Today she would wear a pretty dress and ride in Mommy's bubble, and truly be a princess.
Glinda laughed gently at Nissa's enthusiasm. " Yes, honey. Are you ready to go?"
Nissa nodded, but Glinda could see that the girl's shoes were on the wrong feet, and her dress backwards. A wave of her wand corrected this however. She then conjured a bubble, picked up Nissa and stepped inside. Another flick of her slender wrist and then the bubble, rising gently, floated out the window.