Seven years had passed. Glinda had grown and had become a beautiful blonde girl with features like a goddess's and voice like an angel's. Everyone loved her and praised her beauty and kindness, even if she was only seven years old. Evanora grew too. She was now nine years old. She was very tall for her age with dark brown hair, with whom she loved to test a lot of complicated hairstyles, one more beautiful than another. She loved ball gowns, jewels, and richness. She dreamt about a ball in which she would meet her only one, her soulmate. The only person who knew about her dreams was Glinda, her best friend.
It was a cold winter's day. The young princess went into her friend's room. She found her in front of her emerald vanity, tying up her hair.
"Oh, Eva, you're really beautiful" Glinda exclaimed.
"Thank you sweetie" Evanora smiled. She loved the young princess as she would love her sister, if she ever had one.
"So, are you ready for your Ceremony? I can't wait! I still can't believe that you will start to use your powers! "
"I don't know. I am a little stressed. What if I do some mistakes when I'll pronounce my wounds? " Evanora said.
"You shouldn't worry about that, you are preparing yourself for a while. And you are having your Ceremony one year earlier because you're so clever! You'll be perfect as always" her friend reassured her.
"Thank you Glinda. What would I become if it weren't you" Evanora sighed, relieved.
"Don't worry, you know that I'll always be there for you" said Glinda, hugging her.
A maid knocked on Evanora's door.
"My Lady? Are you ready? Your Ceremony will begin in some hours" she asked.
"I am coming! Just give me one minute"
Evanora threw a big velvet emerald curtain, who revealed a secret passage.
"Go, Glinda. Your parents might be looking for you"
"Good luck, Eva. If you are stressed, you can look at me"
Glinda got out.
"Come in" Evanora said.
The maid entered the room.
"You look beautiful, my Lady" the maid said. "Should I help you dress? "
"Yes, please. The dress I chose is a little hard to put on"
The maid took of a hanger a beautiful long dress. It had a beautiful emerald green colour with gold reflects. A long mantle was suspended in the dress shoulders.
"It is really beautiful. This is going to be a very memorable Ceremony, my Lady"
"Thank you very much. Can you help me please?"
A few minutes after, she was ready. She put on her tiny feet emerald sleepers and she get out her room. She came outside the palace, in its enormous court. All the people of Oz was here. Glinda was in a platform, dressed with a white and gold gown, between her father and mother. Evanora joined them and kneeled down in front of the king.
"Evanora of Oz! Do you swear to protect the people of Oz and maintain peace?"
"I swear" Evanora whispered.
"Do you swear to obey to your king?"
"I swear" she said firmly now.
"Do you swear to forgive and seek happiness, not only yours but the others too?"
"I swear!"
"Do you swear you won't ever kill anyone?"
A beat.
Some people started to whisper.
"What is she doing? Why isn't she talking?"
Evanora raised her head. No, she couldn't deceive them all. She would prove to everybody that she was capable of being a good and noble protector.
"I swear."
"Give me your hand"
Evanora obeyed. She knew what would happen, but this didn't meant that she was ready for. The king took a gold shimmering dagger. Evanora closed her eyes, as she felt her blood flowing in her hand. The pain wasn't really big, but the feeling of being stabbed in front of all those people wasn't helping. Her blood dripped in the king's hands. The latter took a small chest and opened it. Inside it was a beautiful necklace made of diamonds with a very big emerald in the middle. He took the necklace and put it inside Evanora's bloody hand. When the jewel touched her hand, a bolt of green electricity arose of her hand. Evanora looked at it, amazed. "I did this?" She thought. "How is this possible?" She was seeing the power a witch could have. She felt special. She felt important. Maybe she could protect all these persons to whom she swore her loyalty.
"Evanora, this is your channeler. Your power will be canalised by this necklace, impregnated of your blood. After this day, you will begin Magic Lessons to learn to control your power" she heard her mother, who was standing near her, whispering.
"People of Oz, I present to you Evanora the Proud, the Witch of the Storm and the Good Witch of the East!" The king announced .
The crowd began to cheer.
"Long live the Good Witch of the East! Long live Evanora of Oz!"