"Before being the wicked witch of the west, she was Lena De Spell. Daughter of Magica De Spell, who was the governess of Oz Duckburg. She also had a father, Rosolio.
"My dear Magica, I have to leave again." He said, holding his hand with Magica.
She didn't look very happy with her spouse. She only scowled but, gave a fake sigh and smile.
"Only... One night?" She asked, her voice false with hope and alarm.
The marriage between the two was not exactly very happy, especially in Magica's case. It was an arranged marriage and she had no way to escape. Rosolio was too blissful and in love that he never figured his wife's unhappiness.
"Yes my love." He said as Magica mentally cringed. "I don't want to but, it's only for a night. But don't fear, I will always keep you in my heart."
Rosolio began to leave for the airport and as Magica came home, she pulled her phone and texted a man.
Magica: Want to come over tonight
????: I'm not sure. Where's Rosolio?Magica: On a trip. Just come over now Gander.
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"Oh my goodness Gladstone." Magica laughed as she drank a glass of red wine, her eyes brimming with tears of laughter as her cheeks had a tint of pink giggles. She was obviously tipsy and was begging for more.
"I know right!" He said, in the same state as Magica. He poured more in her wine cup as she drank heartily. "Told you it was the best one in the Oz Duckburg."
Gladstone began to pull a small green flask from his coat as he shook it.
"What's that?" Magica asked as she crawled near him, her head on his shoulders.
"A special drink my governess. You see, I'm only here until tomorrow and I want to make it special so, I want you to drink it."
Gladstone poured the flask into Magica's wine, the red and green just joining together and not even mixing together. She drank it all in one sip.
"And we'll have a time of our lives now. Just you and me." He whispered seductively as he began to go closer until they were together and went towards Magica's neck and gave small, little kisses around.
"Mm Gladdy. Just..." Magica gasped as it hit a sweet spot. "Keep going." She whispered.
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"I don't buy it." Said the old mouse. "The former governess would have never cheated on her husband."
"But it's true." Webby said. "That family had their own living secret. That young baby as she was born, she was going to be destined to be... different that the others.
That affair left Magica pregnant and she never told Gladstone. She told Rosolio and he assumed it was his and was over the moon for a baby. Ecstatic and happy for a baby until the egg hatched.
"Magica! Call the nurse! Our child is at the point to hatch!" Rosolio yelled, admiring the egg at all the angles.
As the nurse arrived, the egg began to crack as a small webbed foot came from the bottom, kicking and trashing.
"I see a small foot." Said the nurse.Soon, a small beak poked out gasping for air.
"A small little beak! Oh how adorable." Rosolio whispered, his eyes brimming with tears of joy.
This was it. A little duckling is coming. A little one that Rosolio always dreamed of. One for his own family. A healthy, beautiful, strong, baby...
The nurse began to give a loud gasp as she whisked the duckling from the egg and wrapped it in a towel.
"What is it? What's wrong with my child?" Rosolio yelled.
Magica hindered for a minute. Looking at her child.The baby, looked up at her parents. Her eyes dark black with scatters of purple. Her hair neat and pressed but, that's not what the three were looking at.
"It's attrocious." Went the nurse
"Obscene as well." Rosolio added.
"The baby is unaturally green!" They exclaimed.
"Take that... That thing away from my line of sight!" Rosolio said.
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"Well. Just because she was born green doesn't mean she's innocent." Went a young pelican. "No one has mourned her. Right?"
Murmurs of agreement spread across the crowd. They knew one thing at the moment and it was the most important.
No one ever mourns anyone who was wicked.
Never.
Ever.
In their lives.
Ever.
Did we mention never?
Let's say it once more.
NEVER!
"Well." Webby said as she got up. "This was... Something. I have to go. With everything going on, this is really important for me to attend."
"Wait! Miss Webby! Is it true that you were once a friend of the Wicked Witch of the West?" Asked the little pig.
Webby stopped dead in her tracks and looked into the distance. Far. Far away.
Far away was a different world. A world that was once simple and different to Webby. Something that never entered her mind as far as she was concerned.
"Yeah." Webby whispered. It wasn't auditable but it was heard loud and clear to the audience. "Yes. She and I were friends."
"But... The wicked..."
"She wasn't wicked when I first met her. It was pretty complicated as I knew." Webby said. She gave a small humorless laugh. "Just misunderstood. But we were both just prep student. We were both, young, dumb, and naïve to the future beyond our knowledge."
She came back to the same spot she sat. "It was a long... Long time ago..."