Theodora looked up. Her green skin and hooked nose made her the witch that most people are afraid of. But a smile touched her thin lips, a smile she wore quite often now.
Her flying monkeys had kidnapped a woman from Quadling to take care of her baby. The Quadling brought in a small bundle wrapped in a black blanket. A soft snore came from it, but Theodora came rushing to it and took the small bundle into her arms.
Inside lay a sleeping child, maybe five months old, with curls of white hair framing her perfect face. Her skin was pale but she smiled as she sat back down in a rocking chair, and began rocking back and forth all while humming.
The little girl opened her blue eyes and looked into Theodora's amber ones, "Mama. Mama."
Small hands stretched up toward Theodora's face and she gladly leaned in. The soft hands touched her skin and she looked in the mirror, her hair was brown and wavy, and her skin was back to its former shade.
Theodora pulled up, and her skin turned back to green. She looked down at her daughter and saw a puzzled expression, "It's okay my little one."
The Quadling cleared her throat, "Milady, she'll need a name."
The Wicked Witch of the West searched her daughter's face, "Eve, or Tiana?" Her daughter cooed. "Tiana it is."
Tiana laughed and touched her mother's hand turning her back to the way she was before she became the Wicked Witch of the West.
Tiana stared out of the Stronghold's top window. Her mother was zooming away with her Aunt Evanora who didn't know she existed.
They went out every night and whenever Tiana asked where they had gone her mother always said, "We went to see your father."
Tiana always asked if she could come, but her mother said no. I wonder if I'll ever meet father, she thought as she watched the black cloud her mother left behind from her broomstick.
The next nights, for a week, mother didn't go out and instead she sent out her flying monkeys. And when Tiana tried coming down, she found her door locked.
She tried every spell she knew and still couldn't unlock the door. Her room had no rope and nothing that was long enough to go to the window below, besides she wouldn't be able to fit out the window.
Tiana started banging on the door and screamed for her mother. But then she saw something, a light coming from her window.
She ran over to it and saw the dark clouds seperating and light streaming in. Tiana was blinded by the sun but when she could see the land was turning green.
Flowers began dotting the landscape and she couldn't take in all the beauty. Then she saw a dot in the sky.
An object began landing down on the lawn. Tiana ran to the door and tried unlocking it again, click, success!
She ran down the stairs and found it strange that she didn't encounter anyone, but she ran outside and drank in the warmth. Then she saw the object, a basket attached to something that floated.
Tiana cautiously approached it and looked inside, empty. A ladder was hanging over one side, she used it to climb into the basket.
She marveling it when she noticed a fog had descended on the basket. Her feet scrambled to make her stand and then looked down on the ground, it was thousands of feet away.
"Oh no, mother's going to be mad." She ran about the small basket before huddling in a corner, "What do I do? What do I do?"
As Tiana made to stand up again, she was thrown about in the basket. What's going on? She felt the basket be thrown and do a couple of leaps into the air before sliding across the ground. After a few moments she tried getting up only to collapse back into the side of the basket.
She heard someone coming by the sound of boots, then it was followed by, what sounded like, a stampede. She heard sirens going off and people's voices but she still couldn't get up.
"Get over to that basket!"
"Is that a hot air ballon?"
"Does it matter? Just get over there and find out if anyone's in there."
More boots came by, she couldn't get up. Every fiber in her being told her to run but she couldn't even lift a finger.
She saw someone grab her hand and tell her she'll be alright and that she needed to stay still so they could get the debris off of the basket.
"Where am I?" She asked trying to wiggle out from underneath of the basket she just realized was caving in.
"Ma'am, you're in Wyoming, now I need you to hold still. Otherwise your situation is going to get worse." A voice said. Someone cut away a small piece of the basket revealing who was holding her hand.
The man had graying brown hair and hazel eyes that danced with fun. He called someone over so he could help with the debris. A boy with the man's same brown hair, minus the grey, and hazel eyes.
The boy grabbed her hand as the man ran out of her sight, "I'm Evan, what's your name?"
"Tiana," she replied before blacking out.
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