Glinda looked over the giant landmass of the Vinkus. Staring from the highest tower in Kiamo Ko, she looked over the vast forests. She was to meet with Octavius. He had left her a huge white-silked dress. Once on, she felt like a spoiled princess. Even for being the ruler of Oz, she felt spoiled. But she somewhat liked the dress. It fit her personality. Not fully, but still fitting. She descended down the winding staircase towards the underground dungeons.

She walked shyly as she had never seen what a dungeon looked like. She was too good of a person to ever let someone rot in a jailcell. Once at the end of the stairs there in his study, filled with instruments, bottles, pans, and a cauldron in the center, was the Grimmerie. She widened her eyes and quickly ran towards it. She reached out her hand slowly, only to have Octavius grab it out of the shadows.

"You should never touch anything that doesn't belong to you" he said sternly. Glinda tried to wiggle out of his clutch, but he held on too tight. "But this isn't what I called you down her for. No. I have something much more valuable to show you." he continued. He let go and stretched his arms to seal the doors behind him. Octavius lit a candle and handed it to Glinda, who took it quickly. She held onto it tight as to not lose herself in the darkness. Octavius in the meantime, was rummaging through his droors. A few moments later, Octavius returned with a small blue and purple colored marble.

He walked back towards Glinda, who was standing right in front of the massive cauldron. "What is that?" she asked sheeply. Octavius didn't answer. Instead he dropped the marble into the water that had been filled for Glinda's arrival. A great red smoke cloud lifted into the air to reveal several people. Some of them looking vaguely familiar to Glinda and some not.

"This my dear, is a portal to the 'Land of the Dead'. All of these people were once living. I can tell from the look of your face, there are some people you know. I am willing to show you who they are. Look at her." said Octavius. He had pointed to one girl. She looked young, and was wearing brilliant ruby slippers. Glinda immediately knew who that girl was.

"Nessa!" Glinda shouted. She practicly almost jumped towards the image of Nessarose in her prime. Just before the house had dropped on her and had killed her. Glinda burst into a contridicting wave of tears. She was reaching her hand towards Nessa but she couldn't reach. The image then dissapeared. There was no more. Glinda kneeled to the floor and wept.

"My dear lady. Who ever knew such a young beauty could mean so much to you." said Octavius. He practicly chuckled at the comment. He didn't even bother to try and cheer Glinda up a little. Octavius left out his bottled laughter from his mouth and grabbed the Grimmerie. Glinda stopped at looked up from her arms and became enraged.

"You crazy psychopath! Why did you bring me here!? Why me and not someone else!?" she shouted. Octavius turned his head slowly. He was planning his diabolical plot. Octavius sneered behing Glinda's back. He was ready to begin.

"You're right my dear. If not you who else. Besides I never liked you in that pathetic body of yours anyway." he said. Glinda was shocked. Just before she could say something, Octavius opened the Grimmerie and turned to a random page. He started to chant the words.

"Yb eht srewop fo siht koob, nurt yht namuh otni a tac." he chanted with fluid precision. Just then two things started to happen. Glinda felt a small tingle coming upon her body. Just then she looked at her hand. It was turning white. No. It wasn't turning white. It was becoming hairy and furry. The fur grew much more faster. Glinda was now scared and starting looking at the rest of her body. She franticly felt all over her body. Even her face was soft and furry.

"What's happening to me?" she asked. Octavius laughed at this ghastly transformation. Glinda moaned as she continued to spawn fur over her delicate body. Then her hands were becoming paws. With small sharp nails. Then the second thing happened. Glinda started to shrink. She was getting smaller and smaller with each passing moment. Soon her dress had falled to the ground. There was a small little bump struggling to get out.

Octavius walked towards the long slivery dress with a look of triumph on his face.He lifted it off the small bump. There on the ground was Glinda, now a white, medium sized cat with a long elegant white tail. Glinda stared at her paws. Then out of nowhere two whiskers popped out near the left and right side of Glinda's nose. She slowly felt the long thin wires. Once she touched them, she began to panic. "Oh my. Oh no. I'm a cat." she said. Octavius then lifted Glinda from her back.

Glinda moaned and kicked and struggled to get away from Octavius. But it was no use. "Now my dear. Let's see how like it behind a cage." said Octavius. He walked with Glinda in his hand towards a metalic cage. He threw Glinda inside and shut it tight. Glinda moved back in fear. She was so small and helpless, that she was defeated. Octavius then walked towards one of the small cages. He opened the cage and threw Glinda inside. "Don't worry my pet. I'll be back to check on you. In the meantime, welcome to your new home." he said. Octavius laughed as he walked up the winding staircase.

Glinda breathed heavily in the small cell. She was still scared of her new body. She took a deep breath. She stood up and felt around her body. She gained a soft, fluffy, and slender waist. Also, in the front where her breasts were, there was a huge pack of fur that replaced it. She took another deep breath and when she let it all out, a small meow came out. She put her paws to her face. "Oh. Did that come out of me?" she asked herself. She took one last look around her small cell and started to cry a little. "Oh what's the use. I'll never get out of here. Oh Elphie. How I wish you were here." she said in a faint little voice.

Glinda felt that if she looked at the beautiful view of the evening sky outside, she might feel better. But instead all she did was weep herself to sleep.