Title: Possessed (CH 1)
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to L. Frank Baum, Sci-Fi.
Rating: R

Word count; 2,077

Authors Note: Major Spoilers 1-3, most of main characters from show.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
Warnings: Spoilers through Part III
Pairings/Characters: Azkadellia/Zero
Summary: Azkadellia POV of her life as the witch.

The majestic queen of the O.Z.

Had two lovely daughters

One to darkness, she be drawn,

And one to light, she be shown.

Double eclipse, it is foreseen,

Light meets dark in the stillness between,

But only one and one alone

Shall hold the emerald and take the throne.

.......................... Life

Azkadellia, the oldest daughter of the Queen took the thrown by force and imprisoned her own mother. Nobody ever expected her to do this, to act out like this. She was a sweet, nice, caring young girl until the witch got a hold of her. She was no more then sixteen when it happened. Her younger sister ran threw the woods, curious what the markings on a cave were. Azkadellia followed her trying to protect her when the person that really needed safety was she. As soon as they saw the witch, Azkadellia told DG not to let go of her hand. They were more powerful if they stuck together. So as they stood they're together,

Azkadellia held her sister's hand, feeling her hands tremble at the sight of the witch. The witch appeared before them taunting them and scaring them. Azkadellia stood there but DG ran. She didn't mean too, but she was scared. She couldn't blame her although; she was nine, still just a kid.

As DG left, the witch grabbed Azkadellia possessing her body, until she had control over both her mind and body. Later that day Azkadellia found her sister and mother later that day and pretended nothing had happen. Later that day she found her sister asleep lying in her bed. She walked over to her, taking her essence, her life. In result killing her younger sister.

She left her room like nothing had happened. Shortly after that, her mother came in finding DG dead.

After the incident, her mother took DG in her arms telling her this wasn't supposed to happen.

She was supposed to protect her from this.

Protect her from harm, from the witch.

She felt like she had let down her daughters and her family. She knew then of the witch that possessed her oldest daughter, Azkadellia, and she couldn't do anything about it.

It was too late.

She had to make a choice to use her powers to stop the witch or give all her powers to her youngest daughter in order to revive her.

After reviving her, she took her somewhere no one would find her until it was her time to go and face her destiny. Until it was time to restore OZ back to the beautiful place it once was.

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Much madness is divinest sense

To a discerning eye;

Much sense the starkest madness.

'T is the majority

In this, as all, prevails.

Assent, and you are sane;

Demur, —you 're straightway dangerous,

And handled with a chain.

Emily Dickerson

It's been fifteen annuals now and the sorceress still hasn't found the emerald. That was the only thing she needed to turn OZ into a place of complete darkness, into a world, which her alone would rule and control completely.

A place over which, the witch would have dominance and have complete control over Azkadellia's body. Then she would be free to roam and do whatever she wanted, sending plaques to the people who defy her.

Her rule has been tyrannical over the years as she uses her Longcoat troops to kill anyone who opposes her. She still doesn't understand why she hasn't been able to find the emerald. She had looked everywhere in OZ, destroying the most beautiful places whenever she had too.

She even sent her flying bat monkeys (known as mobats) to find the hardest locations in the OZ. Still turning up with nothing.

Azkadellia stares down at the markings on her chest, which looked like bats reminding her of that dreaded day she was possessed. She still held some control over her mind and thoughts, but the witch was stronger, overpowering her.

She could, sometimes, still will herself to do what she wanted, but most of the time the witch had control of it. No one knew what she felt or knew this witch controlled her mind and body. They only knew her as Azkadellia the sorceress, the women who took her mother's thrown and turned OZ into a dangerous, dark place. A place that was once known for its beauty, a place full of magic, a place full of happiness, and peace… All disappeared.

At times, when the witch got aggravated or upset she visited the island, miniature at times. A place she where she would visit her mother, a place the witch made just for her. The witch sneered at her. Loved to see her face, as if it were of a stranger. She loved to see her face in such despair and sadness, at such a loss and in such gloom. Her mother's face was like a stranger all composed and with a slight hint of fear.

Her face creased and hair turned gray.

Although, Azkadellia didn't want to admit this, she hated seeing her mother so upset. She could see it in her mother's eyes, the sadness and the disappointment in her daughter. Wondering if her mother saw her as the witch or as the loving daughter she once knew. Azkadellia wanted to hug her and tell her how sorry she is. Tell her this was the witch's fault not hers but the witch would not let her.

She would not let her show her emotions or be close to her mother.

The witch would grip her, body and mind, whenever she tried to fight her.

It made her weaker, making her brain twist, tight and sick. After having fought it for so long, she didn't fight anymore, knowing it would only made it worse.

And that was when she knew there was no hope for her or for trying to reach out to her mother. Her soul was slowly leaving her day-by-day.

Recently the witch traced more rebels trying to going against her. Azkadellia could not stop herself from ordering her long coats to destroy anything in their way.

They tore families apart, destroyed lives, took control of the towns that defied her. Took prisoners for her own gain, and it was all because of her, of the witch. She knew she shouldn't blame it all on herself but she couldn't help but hold herself responsible.

The OZ had turned so dark now; she didn't think there was hope for her anymore. Hope for her to escape the claws of this witch that possessed her.

The man she knew, as Glitch was intelligent and genius. He used to work for her mother, knowing every secret, everything about OZ. Maybe the location of the emerald, too.

She captured him the same day she locked up her mother. She handed him over to her scientists.

They took his precious gift, his brain and placed it in a container in order for her to use it to retrieve all the information it held. After that she let him go, knowing he was of no use now. He was still alive, but different. Changed to his very core. He still had a sense of humor but he was broken for ever.

Then there was a Tin Man, a cop who defied her, the ex Tin man known as Cain. He did not cringe when the longcoats came. He didn't submit his will to hers. His face was cold; his eyes lucid like ice once he saw the tin suit. Azkadellia could see all that too.

His hatred for the longcoats, the anger still built up inside him once they beat him to the ground. His wife and son were there, too. They tried to help him only to be tossed to the ground away from him.

She wanted to cry as the witch made her watch the long coats beat the Tin man. She had seen the terrified looks on his wife and son's faces. The look of worry and sadness filled their eyes. Her General "Zero" pushed him in the metal suit locking the door once they were finished. She couldn't' help but try to look away. She wanted to cry, walk away, do anything but watch this. But the witch prohibited it. It was only to be expected since the witch feasted on suffering.

Years later, his wife was next. The witch found out she was a rebel and sent Zero to take care of it. Azkadellia couldn't believe she had to watch another life be destroyed. She didn't' think she could handle anymore once she had seen zero hit her and place her in the tin suit.. It was so vile and horrible, that at that exact moment she thought she was going to lose what was left of her mind. Then it just got worse when she heard his wife was dead. Nothing would take away that guilt, the guilt of that woman's death and of all the others.

As days passed, the witch was growing stronger and more powerful. The rush of anger and despair was replacing her emotions of love and kindness, rendering her emotionless at times. Her mind was slowly leaving her, as well. Every time the witch took someone's essence, she grew stronger over Azkadellia's mind and body.

After that incident, she knew she couldn't fight the witch any longer; she just gave in, praying she would at least allow her to have a moment for herself. The only time she would have a little peace was when her body was exhausted. When it was time for sleep. She learned a couple days ago though, that her dreams were not sweet or beautiful dreams anymore.

They were filled with visions of her childhood, her sister, her mother and then they were changed into horrible dreams. Dreams filled with the ghosts of the people she had killed.

Filled with all the awful things the witch had made her do. She would wake up sweating; trying to block the screams that rushed through her head, aching for what was left of her soul.

Her body started to fight the witch again, as her emotions wanted to pour out of her.

The witch won of course, like she always did. She had no emotions left, at least that was what she thought until a tear rolled down her cheek. Maybe she still had hope; she still had some of her emotions at least.

When she awoke, she found out Cain the ex Tin Man was still alive, a young girl freed him recently. Azkadellia smiled feeling a little relieved inside her.

Zero approached her slightly tense once he found out Cain was still alive.

He wanted him dead more badly then the witch did. Azkadellia noticed this making up zero's behavior. Wandering just for a moment whether he really was such a cold-hearted bastard or if the witch had instilled her evilness into him too. She ignored the thought as forced by the witch she approached him to send him off to do more of her bidding.

Later on that day she found out information about the young girl that helped Cain. The witch was infuriated then and she walked straight to the graveyard. Her men dug up the grave until they found her sister's coffin. They opened it and the witch sneered angrily almost with blazing eyes.

It was empty. Azkadellia smiled though, she gleamed with joy smiling as a heavy weight felt as if it had been lifted off her shoulders. Her sister was alive and she was here in OZ. She couldn't believe it; she thought she had killed her all this time. Her mother must have saved her, she concluded. The witch bellowed as she sent her guards to find her.

When they returned with details she was tempted to kill her, kill her own sister, but she found out it was DG who held the key to the location of the crystal. Making her change her mind to kill her once and for all.

The witch couldn't do it and Azkadellia smiled at this, knowing or at least hoping that her sister might be the only one who would be able to help her, save her from this dreaded witch. She could only hope and pray that that blessed day would come soon, a day of freedom and peace. DG was her only hope of getting back what was left of her life. The day she will be in peace once again.

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