In a dark and decaying wasteland stood a tall, black castle with jagged spires that looked over the gloomy area as a symbol of dominance.

Within the walls of this evil castle, a young girl walked down a hallway. The only light there was were torches lit with green fire.

In fact, most of the interior of the castle was green. It was the signature color of a young girl who approached a massive dark green door.

The girl was a teenager. She had short, messy black hair streaked with green and wore a tattered black dress with matching pointed boots. Her emerald green eyes sparked.

But her most unique trait was her green skin.

This girl was a witch. A wicked witch.

Her name was Wicca West, daughter of the Wicked Witch of the West.

Wicca opened the door and approached a jar of a slimy green liquid placed upon a black pedestal.

"Hi, Mom." Wicca said.

Two piercing green eyes blinked from inside the jar. "Hello, dear."

During the prime of her evilness, the Wicked Witch of the West tormented and conquered the Land of Oz. All would tremble at the mention of her name. Her dark magic was powerful beyond imagination.

But one day, a girl with magic shoes named Dorothy Gale dumped a bucket of water on the evil witch and destroyed her. The event was written in the Storybook of Legends.

However, not all of the story was written.

The flying monkey minions who were still loyal to the Wicked Witch managed to salvage what was left of their master.

Since the witch was reduced to a gooey mess, the flying monkeys took care of Wicca, who at the time was only a baby witchling.

After years of being castle-schooled and taught dark magic spells, how to be mean and terrify innocent people by her mother's tutelage and her flying monkey family, Wicca was ready to start a new chapter in her life.

"Today's the day, my little witch." Wicked Witch mused. "You are to go to Ever After High."

Wicca was excited to finally leave the castle and show the world how evil she was, but she wasn't too happy about how her story ends. "Do I really have to go, Mom? I mean, I know my evil destiny is important, but I don't want to end up...y'know..."

"Who said anything about you being destroyed?"

Wicca froze.

"I'm happy to let you know that things have changed for the better at Ever After High." Wicked Witch said. Her daughter sensed the enthusiasm in her words. "Do you remember the Evil Queen?"

"Yeah, you were the baddest best friends ever." Wicca replied.

"Yes, yes. She was the only villain who was truly my equal. EQ went to conquer Ever After while I conquered Oz. Then we both ended up locked away from the world we wish we could change. Well, I happen to know thanks to her daughter Raven has made it so anyone at Ever After High can follow their own destiny."

"You mean...I don't have to-?!" Wicca breathed out.

"That's right. You can still be a wicked witch without being destroyed."

"YAHOOOOOO!" Wicca jumped with joy. "Awesome! So I can be a villain and not get destroyed?!"

"Yes, in fact, I know a better story you can be in."

Wicca stopped jumping. "Huh? What do you mean, Mom?"

"You see, dear. Evil Queen's daughter Raven doesn't want to be evil."

"WHAT?!" Wicca screeched like a witch should screech.

"Yes, apparently she doesn't want anything do to with her mother's destiny. She just threw it away."

"Why wouldn't she want her destiny?! Being a villain is great!" Wicca had always dreamed of being a great and powerful wicked witch like her mother was. Flying around the castle on her broomstick, pulling mean pranks and practicing her evil cackles, it was a hoot!

"But this is a good thing, dear. Don't you see? Now that Raven, the only person in Ever After who is as powerful as you has rejected the most prestigious villain role in fairytale history, someone is going to take her place."

A rush of ecstasy surged through Wicca's body. "ME?! I get to be the next EVIL QUEEN?!" She bounced up and down, bursting at the seams.

"BUT!" Wicked Witch said, making her daughter stop bouncing. "You must keep this secret. You are not the only one eager to take the crown of the Evil Queen. So, you must befriend Raven Queen and learn the tricks of her mother's trade. Gain her trust and make sure she stays good and keep your evil competition out of the way. That way, being the next Evil Queen will be a cinch."

Wicca counted her tasks with her green fingers. "Okay, be Raven's friend, make sure she stays good, keep evil competition out of the way, and become the new Evil Queen. Got it!"

"Don't. Blow it." Wicked Witch bellowed, her eyes flashed from inside the jar.

"Don't worry, Mom. I won't let you down." Wicca hugged the jar. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweet-wart." her mother cooed.

Wicca wished her mother had arms to put around her. It wasn't easy growing up having a jar of slime for a mother. Maybe when Wicca becomes the Evil Queen, she can restore her mother to her former glory.

That will be a magnificent day indeed.

But right now, it was time for school.