Title: Stories
Summary: They told stories of the Witch. Not everybody told it in the same way.
Author's Notes: The description of our lovely Witch might seem familiar to Doctor Who fans. It's stolen with love, believe me.
This fanfic doesn't actually take place in my standard continuity, for those curious.


They told stories of the Witch. Secretive whispers in seedy bars evolved into stories told to children, meant to put them off ever daring to misbehave.

"She's like fire and ice and rage," warned one particularly gnarled elder. "She can see the world turn, and she knows when she's opposed."

Years later, Glinda the Good would repeat the same words to her children, a soft smile on her face as she watched their faces light up with glee - they loved their mother's stories of the Witch.

Glinda's tale, however, always had one crucial difference.

"She was all those things," she'd murmur, stroking her daughter's hair. "But she was wonderful. Both of them were."