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Shaila and Glinda rushed over to the woman who had crumpled on the pavement. "Are you OK?" Glinda asked.
Clearly she wasn't. Her arms were covered in gashes and scratches and many were still bleeding. She tried to speak, but only a few garbled words were distinguishable. She was very pale. Her breathing was fast and shallow. Her eyes were sunken and lifeless. Yes, she showed many signs of weakness, but perhaps the only thing she was truly focused on was shielding her child. The child was maybe about two years old and looked at Glinda and Shaila with bright green eyes, innocent as anything. The poor thing was too young to realize what was going on. She just didn't know.
The mother tried to speak again and this time the other two knew what she was saying. And it wasn't good. "You have to run," she was saying. "You have to. Don't let him know you were here."
Shaila and Glinda looked at each other. Who was "him"? The woman gasped and her breathing was faster, more ragged. "What do we do?" Glinda turned to Shaila. "How do we help? Can we help?"
Shaila shrugged. "I know just as much as you do," she replied. "Well, actually I can't do magic. Do you know any good healing spells?"
Glinda tried to think of the incantation. She began to chant under her breath. The woman's breathing became more even. "Lady Glinda?!" she asked.
Glinda nodded. The woman blinked. Her eyes were shifting in and out of focus. "I don't understand," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. "Can't see... can't..." She began mumbling again. She shook her head and began singing a lullaby to her child, oblivious to where she was and the others around her. In one minute she had become even crazier.
Shaila frowned. Something was terribly wrong with this lady. She had read about this before. Sudden vision problems, inconsistent speech pattern... it all added up to something, but she couldn't remember the name. Her thoughts were interrupted by Glinda's gasp. The woman had passed out.
Shaila opened her mouth to speak, but once again her thoughts were interrupted, not by Glinda, but by a new voice, a cold voice. "GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!" the man roared.
Glinda rose to her full height. "Excuse me?" she called, advancing towards the door. She knocked harder than necessary. When the man hastened to open the door, Glinda wrenched it open. She almost gagged at the repulsive smell coming from the house.
A man with a hideous face appeared at the door. "Go away! I have no need for you or any of your causes."
"Uh, I rule Oz," Glinda said.
The man laughed. "Yeah, right. And I'm the Wicked Witch of the West."
He had struck a nerve. "Well, you seem far more wicked than she," Glinda snapped. "Please explain this," she pointed at the woman passed out on the sidewalk.
He shrugged. "Never seen her in my life."
He was lying. Glinda could tell. The way he fidgeted, the way he looked her right in the eye without blinking or turning away, trying to prove his innocence. Nice try!
Ok, I lied. The character with an Aboriginal name isn't in this chapter. Hint: You've already met them! And the other two characters you've met either don't have names yet because I'm really lazy or their names aren't really legitimate. Remember dears, that reviews are love!