Emotions couldn't possibly sum up what I was feeling.
It was magic, no doubt.
But it was magic beyond my skill, beyond Morrible's skill, beyond the Wizard's fraud powers…
I shoved the Grimmerie into her hands. "You'll have to learn then," I said with a forced smile. She couldn't hide the tears in her eyes.
I was pushing my best friend away. I wanted so badly to let her in on the plan and then we could all run away to somewhere we could all be safe and start new.
But even the Wicked Witch of the West couldn't run that far.
I looked at her one more time then shoved her behind the wall, so that she wouldn't be captured.
She saw me walk to my death. No doubt. She saw it.
The farm girl dumped the water on me and I melted. I sunk lower into the ground until I could see was black.
All black.
So then I started to cry.
Who knew the Wicked Witch could shed tears? It must've been magic.