As the Vultures, Bees and Crows of the Wicked Witch's zombie cursed army began attacking the Emerald City, Anthony and Ozma were fighting them all with great struggle. Magic sparked and flashed ad streamed out from both the two mages' staves and Ozma sometimes used her free had to cast multiple spells at once. I wasn't good enough with magic yet to do that, but occasionally my eyes would light up blue and I could. Anthony was actually sweating from the amount of concentration and energy he had to use to cast so much magic. The Flying Monkeys were destroying the Emerald City, bringing down towers of the Emerald City, and flattening the surrounding wall. The Vultures were picking up large chunks of debris and dropping it trying to kill us. Ozma closed her eyes ad sang a one line tune, opening a heavy wrought iron gate hidden in the ash and dirt, and freeing the Royal Oz Army.
As the TikToks key was lit by gold light from Ozma's magic the TikToks were guaranteed to be ticking throughout the battle. Lady Glinda amidst it all was nowhere to be seen all of a sudden. Anthony continued firing blue explosions of magic, but looked side to side high up o the roof for Glinda, ad didn't see anything.
"Ozma! Where is Glinda? And the Wicked Witch?" I asked her in the heat of the fight ducking a Vultures swooping feet.
"I don't know Anthony you must remain here and help me I cannot do this fight up here alone! You're all Oz has!" Ozma yelled. Anthony respectfully nodded and held back a tear in the heat of the fight. Something terrible was happening, he could feel it in his heart. She went down to the chambers and found the floors flowing with blood from heaven knows what, and rubble from the palace everwhere. The Witch had been in here and was destroying the City from the inside out. When Glinda opened the doors to her room, what she saw instantly made her slap her heart and fall to her knees in tears.
The Wicked Witch of the West had changed her form from the waist down to black smoke and was looming eerily over the unconscious body of Argy, with the clearly dead body of Julia on the floor behind her. She hovered and lowered her glowing green head over Argy, the shadow of her darkness diming Argy's usually bright persona. Her lips lit crimson red and filled with the most demonic and potent poison. She lowered her head closer to Argy and kissed him.
"Poison suits you my dear, and death is such a good color on you. You will never again taint my life, on the contrary dear you will go to THE SUCKING AIRLESS VOID THAT YOU DESERVE!" The Wicked Witch's leather spikes on her shoulders stood up higher as if her own clothing was writhing with anger too. She hovered a razor nailed green ad veiny hand over Argy's heart, ad his skin faded from tan to bluish gray, and he died. She looked up at Glinda at the doorway with her mouth dripping in hissing venom and showing fangs in her mouth.
"You're too late my dear, I have now killed everyone I need to... except for you and Anthony. Who should I kill first?" The Wicked Witch played with her hands slowly moving without walking closer to Glinda.
"Do it. If you have half the courage and power you brag you have, prove it. I cannot stop you, all I can do is ask that you do not blacken the last tiniest portion of your soul with one more needless murder," the doors behind Glinda ad the windows behind the Witch slammed shut and bolted.
"A NEEDLESS MURDER?" The Witch flashed over to Glinda and punched her razor sharp nails into Glinda's chest drawing lots of blood, and screams. "WAS MY SISTER AND BROTHER AND ALLY AND WHAT'S HIS NAME NOT NEEDLESS MURDERS ASWELL? FAREWELL GLINDA, YOUR WRETCHED BUBBLES NO LONGER WILL TAINT THIS LAND OR MY SIGHT!" the whole body of the Witch caught fire, preparing for the final strike.
"It's too late, kill me if you must but you've already lost. Anthony will destroy you forever before the sun rises. May Lurline have mercy on your soul Elphaba,"
And with that, The Wicked Witch used the Ruby Slippers as she had punched both hands into Glinda's chest, and conjured a jagged dagger made entirely of flame, and lunged it deep into her heart. Lady Glinda the Good fell to the floor not able to scream as she struggled to see her last images. She saw the blurring image of the Witch smiling wider than ever and then everything went white. The Wicked Witch of the West had actually completed every deed I order to achieve permanent immortality from the Unnamed Devil. She ran out to the Balcony yelled victorious at last, shooting a column of fire straight up into the sky.
Anthony was with Ozma o the roof fighting the Armies still when all of a sudden Ozma saw the entire shield Glinda created completely went away protecting the City. Then Glinda's tower fell crashing into the Palace Tower, and breaking in two after hitting ours. then, everything vanished. The Witch's armies were gone as well as the TikToks. Ozma held a finger out telling me to stay armed and wait.
"It's not over yet Anthony, I smell sulfur," Ozma said. a crack of thunder and a huge burst of fire erupted from the center of the roof and drifted up shaped like a skull. The Witch's soft muffled cackle imitated rattlesnakes as the flames began to die down and showed the devil woman. In her right hand she held the golden sun crown that always adorned Glinda's head, till now.
"NO!" Anthony yelled. He tried to run at the Witch and beat her up with his hands but Ozma held him back.
"No Anthony, calm down son, we must keep to the plan for Glinda!" she said. I was yelling with anger wanting so much to rip her apart. You always think about death of loved ones, but for whatever reason, never expect it to be as soon as it feels. The Wicked Witch smiled widely and laughed under her huge pointy hat.
"So much anger! Yes dear boy use that! You can be so much more than the pathetic screwy little brat you are now," Ozma was about to stop the Witch with a paralyzing spell, but the Wicked Witch deflected it instantly, and cast it on Ozma instead.
"Pathetic Tip," she hissed at the Queen.
"Enough games Demon! I know you killed Glinda,"
"Oh you foolish boy! I've killed so much more than that! Honestly Anthony after all we've been through why do you still underestimate me? After killing your friends and Glinda, by the way dear I've also killed your friends on Earth my power transcends the limits of this world and yours,"
"You lie! You can't do that rom here!"
"Oh can't I? Care to test that?"
"Maybe, I have a spell that can and will kill you for-" The Wicked Witch flashed over to me and lifted me ten feet above the roof, holding me by the throat, choking me.
"Just try my little pretty, just try! I dare you. Maybe some of your newfound friends can save you Now, oh that's right THEYRE ALL DEAD! AND THEY SHALL BE JOINED IN HELL BY ANTHONY THE BRUTE," The Wicked Witch dropped me and I must have snapped my knees I was screaming in pain and used my staff to stand up. The Wicked Witch made clones of her self, first two then five now ten, and they were all firing fireballs down at me. Ozma thank goodness was still able to use magic and she took the fire for me. As another blessed sorceress she was able to take it and not die. But the Witch and her clones were also shattering windows from the tower as sending the shards of glass flying through the air to slice me and they made thousands of small cuts on my arms and legs. I started reading the spell from the grimmerie in my free hand, and the Wicked Witch dismissed her clones instantly. She screamed louder than anything I've heard and it made illusions. I thought my ears were bleeding but they weren't. I thought my limbs were falling off but they weren't. I continued reading and the Wicked Witch made a tornado of fire on the rooftop, Ozma again tried to absorb most of it but it was too much and it started burning me.
Natalee watched in tears the same fire tornado that destroyed her enchanted swamp, swirl around above the roof of the only surviving tower in the Emerald City. I clung to my staff screaming in growing agony as my skin was charred. Then I finished the spell, and the Grimmerie fell out of my hands and fell to the floor ad stuck like a magnet, closing its self, and disappearing. The fire stopped, Ozma and I looked up (she was fine but I was sweating and burned and bloody and bruised) and the Witch was standing up straight not moving. She dropped her broom and it exploded. then her hat fell off and went down the edge of the tower. I stood next to Ozma and watched, this was it the moment of truth. The Witch looked at her hands as her flesh thinned and she became older and older. At the same time her weight lowered and lowered more, until she was a anorexic almost skeletal green woman in the same cursed black demonic dress and cloak.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" The Wicked Witch screamed. She fell to her knees as she lost her hair ow too. He razor ails fell off and her lips stopped glowing, Her eyes stopped shining and her skin faded to olive, and then lost its' green color completely. The thing wearing that black dress fell to her stomach and now was completely skeletal.
"Is she dead? is that it?" I asked Ozma.
"Wait," she told me. The skeletal thing stood back up and pointed a juicy boney finger at me, and walked over to me. The Ruby Slippers were keeping her alive! That spell should have even killed the Unnamed Devil...
"You! have killed the last person I my family you will ever! And now, with my last few words, I curse thee Anthony: You shall NEVER achieve what you want in your perfect little world, and your friend Argy? he shall forever be imprisoned as a Squirrel, small insignificant little rut as he always was!" The Slippers flashed red, and the curse was sealed. The Witch ran up to me and again held me up by my throat, suffocating me. Luckily I noticed she had her back to the edge of the tower and the world, so I gambled. with both feet I kicked with all my might the ribcage of the demon witch, and her body separated from the arm that was choking me, and fell off the tower. I fell to my feet softly back on the roof and I tore the Witch's skeletal grip off my neck and coughed; my lungs happy to have oxygen again. I leaned over the edge to watch with certainty, and the black dot got smaller, as it screamed, until boom.