Hooray schools out! I'm REALLY sorry about the insanely long wait…..school sucks. But since it's over……..the fandom will fly!
The groaning of the clock gears greeted Midori as she awoke from her surprisingly peaceful night's sleep. But the feeling of peace disappeared all too soon when she sat up and banged her forehead on one of the gears. Just when Midori was letting out a string of obscenities the small door of the compartment opened. As the light began to flood in she scrambled to cover her head and make some outlandish excuse for her green skin instead of mentioning her parentage.
"I ate grass as a child!" she blurted out to the unknown person.
"Really? So did I, makes for strong bones!" a scratchy voice answered sounding delighted.
It was then that Midori looked at the ancient woman who had opened the door.
"Um…..you're not by any chance Mother Yackle are you?"
"That I am little green." She answered as her face broke out into a creased smile.
Before Midori could say another word the old woman's bony hand clasped about her wrist and yanked her out of her hiding place. She let out a bewildered yell as she hit the cobblestone street, due to her legs being asleep. Yackle didn't even look back to see if Midori was following as she took off to her wagon.
"Don't dilly- dally dolly, I don't have all day." Yackle called behind her as Midori hobbled unsteady on her still semi awake legs.
The old musty wagon smelled heavily of cat urine and mouse droppings, and contained furniture that was just about as old and ragged as Yackle herself.
"Have a seat girl." Yackle ordered as she busied herself with a soup pot filled with a rather foul looking mixture.
Midori looked at the couch which was currently occupied by a skinny mange infected black cat.
"Um, I'll stand but thank you." She answered as the cat hissed at her.
"Suit yourself." Yackle replied as she shoved a tabby cat roughly off her own chair.
"I was wondering if you could tell me…." Midori started to say.
"Silence child, I'll tell you what you want to know when I feel like it." The old crone sniffed.
Midori gave her a mindless stare, 'Yeah, this could take awhile' she thought based on Yackle's seemingly unbalanced state of mind.
"You're impatient, figures your mother was the same way." Yackle answered as though Midori had spoken her thoughts.
The girl was slightly freaked out by the old woman's apparent ability to read minds, and just stared wordlessly.
"Here have some tea." Yackle offered cheerfully as she thrust a cup of the strange looking liquid into Midori's hands.
"Thanks" Midori answered as she cautiously examined the black steaming "tea".
"Now you wanted to ask me something?" Yackle reminded smiling.
"Yes, about me…..I know you said that my mother had a set destiny but what about me?"
"Drink your tea dear, before it gets cold."
Midori was really starting to get annoyed, but humored the old woman and took a sip of tea. Shortly after she regretted it, and struggled not to gag on whatever it was she had drank.
"Really packs a punch doesn't it!" the old woman cackled.
"What is that?" Midori shrieked forgetting about manners.
"Actually I think that was my laundry water…..sorry dear."
"Can you please just tell me what I need to know?" she begged.
"And what would that be?" Yackle asked, truly confused.
Midori sighed as she flopped on the couch, disrupting the cat that promptly bit her.
"Oh, you mean about your life?"
"Yes" Midori growled as she nursed her wound.
"Well, you're more powerful than your mother ever was that's for sure."
"What? I'm no witch!"
"No, your not. You are something far more powerful than a simple witch."
"Then what the hell am I!"
"Temper, temper another thing you and your mother have in common." Yackle said shaking a finger at Midori.
"Yes, I have a nasty temper! Please don't invoke it any more then you already have!"
"Well for one thing you'll be able to read the Grimmerie better then anyone. This being because it is written in your own language." Yackle went on as though nothing had happened.
"What do you mean? I speak the same language as everyone else?"
"I can't tell you everything dear, all I can do is point you in the right direction. If you find the Grimmerie you may get some more answers." Yackle explained.
"And I suppose you can't tell me wear it is?" Midori predicted.
"Glinda the Good has it." Yackle answered as she set to work mixing up something.
"What would Glinda want with a book that belonged to the Wicked Witch of the West?"
"Once again something I can't answer for you."
"Well this sucks." Midori groaned now more confused then before she here.
"Here" Yackle said simply as she tossed Midori a vile filled with whatever she had mixed up.
"Sorry I really don't want any tea for the road."
"It's not tea, that's a potion that will temporarily change your green skin to a normal color."
"And I would need this why?"
"That's one thing you don't have in common with your mother, she would have figured this out by now."
"Ok, insulting my intelligence is going a little bit too far." Midori started to defend but stopped when she saw Yackle holding a pair of scissors in her shaky grip.
"What are you going to do with those?"
"I'm going to give you a hair cut."
"Um….thanks but no thanks."
"You really don't get it do you? We're going to disguise you as a common street boy, so you can break into the palace and steal the Grimmerie."
"Ok, I knew that but I really don't like the thought of you cutting my hair." Midori said fingering her silky braid.
"Oh, you have nothing to worry about. I cut Thurston's hair all the time!" Yackle said as she pointed to the black cat that had been sitting on the couch.
Midori looked at Thurston's many bald spots and back to Yackle's shaky hand.
"There is no way….."
But Yackle tackled the reluctant green girl and tied her to a chair and the horror began.
I know things are kind of vague right now but all will be explained in time. Please review!