While the group made their way to Sherwood Forest, to the shelter that Robin of Locksley and his Merry Men had offered, the creature that had attacked the Queen and Snow White – a flying monkey – flew in through the balcony door of the Queen's castle. It screeched away, looking for its mistress, till it saw her. A green-skinned woman dressed in black. The Wicked Witch.
"Did you get what I need?" the Wicked Witch asked the monkey.
The monkey nodded and screeched. "Show me," the Wicked Witch ordered, and the monkey held out its claw. She looked at it, eyeing the red blood on the claw. "That's her blood? The Queen's?"
The monkey nodded and screeched again, and the Wicked Witch chuckled. She picked up a vial with a clear liquid inside. "Lovely," she said, taking the cork off the top. The monkey reached forward and let the blood drop into it. The blood began to mix with the clear liquid, turning it bright red.
"Now … Now I shall get my revenge."
The monkey clapped its paws and hooted. The Wicked Witch smirked. "Of course, I will," she smugly said. "The Queen may be evil. But I'm Wicked. And Wicked always wins."