Madame Morrible was getting ready to go back to sleep. Apparently, the Gale Force claimed they had been afraid of the little blonde girl who was barely five feet. They had claimed she created monsters and made blood rain from the sky. The old woman scoffed and had given them a firm talking to. Also, one of the soldiers had died that night, and Morrible wondered why in Oz they thought Glinda was the one who killed him. That girl couldn't kill a fly! Or so Morrible thought.
She went into her large bed and went to go back to sleep for a few more hours. However, right as she was about to drift off, she heard sniffling from the corner of her room. Annoyed, Morrible lit a candle and carried it over to the annoying source.
In the corner of her room, a small blonde was curled up in what looked to be rags for clothes, and she was shaking with tears. She was about to strike the easy target before a small voice said, "What did you do to me?"
"Stupid girl, you are going to Southstairs, you hear me?" the angry woman replied.
"I'm so hungry and cold…" the girl cried with her face buried in her knees. "What did you do to me?" she repeated. Glinda held out a very thin arm-bone thin. The very image made Morrible shudder. Was the girl really that hungry?
"I'm so hungry my stomach hurts," Glinda sniffed. "Why would you do this to me?"
Glinda was sitting with her head faced down, her legs straight in front of her now as she sat. The rags rode up and Morrible could see the cuts and bruises on the girl's thighs. She took in a sharp breath at the terrible sight. Did this really happen to Glinda? Was Southstairs that terrible? "Why would you let them touch me, Madame? I don't understand."
Speechless, she watched the battered, bruised, and starved body shake with sobs. "Can I please go home now? Is it over?" Somehow, Morrible felt some form of sympathy for her. Glinda really hadn't done anything to deserve such punishment. The older woman reached her hand out and touched a bony shoulder. Suddenly and all too quickly before Morrible could react, the blonde snapped her head up to look at her. Instead of watery blue eyes, she stared into black orbs that leaked blood. She stared into those soulless black eyes and saw all of the people, including Animals, be beaten and starved in Southstairs. She watched the cruelty unfold and she actually felt as if she could smell all of the blood she saw. Madame Morrible was pushed across the room and fell onto her rear. Glinda stood over her.
"Leave me alone," she said over the screams of agony. "Let me be. If you leave me alone, if the Gale Force leaves me alone, you won't have to deal with me." Her voice was tripled and sounded demonic as she spoke. Her sharp teeth pierced her own gums as she spoke, drawing blood. "If something happens to me and I trace it back to you, I'll come back."
Glinda faded, along with the horrid screams and visions. Morrible couldn't sleep for days until she passed out from exhaustion.
Her father received a different kind of revenge; it wasn't scary like Morrible's, but it was awful just the same. For one week, Glinda made a seven year old version of herself and made her do things such as drawing, running, and laughing. For any parent, it would be wonderful to see his or her daughter as a little girl again. However, every time her father went to touch the illusion, she made sure that he couldn't. Furthermore, the little girl never acknowledged his existence. When she'd make the girl fall down, she'd cry and cry, asking for her father, but even though he'd be right by her side, she would never be there.
The last night was the worst image her father could have imagined. He knew she was an illusion, but it didn't change his feelings. The illusion had aged for that night; a fifteen year old Glinda was walking in the gardens, picking flowers happily, late at night. He smiled at the sight and he remembered when his real daughter would do this when she couldn't sleep. Suddenly, a man grabbed her. He ran outside as fast as he could, and listened to her agonizing screams. By the time he got there, the man was gone, and Glinda was left on the ground shivering. "Why are you letting this happen to me, Popsicle?" she cried before she disappeared for good.
Her mother was a different story. Her revenge on her mother was somewhat horrifying, but only lasted about five minutes a day for a week. She just had her illusion stare at her from around every corner. Whenever her mother approached her and went to ask for forgiveness, the illusion would remind her of the poor choices she made, calling her a terrible mother whom she inherited her nonexistent heart from. This, she knew, affected her mother greatly because she knew she had never been the best mother; she cared more about looks and Oz's social hierarchy.
Throughout her time getting revenge, she had sent numerous illusions throughout cities and towns, making people fear her. She truly was known as the Wicked Witch of the North and she laughed when the time came that people didn't care about the Wicked Witch of the West anymore. She wasn't entirely sure if this bothered the green woman, but she figured it must do something to her.
However, just in case that didn't bother Elphaba enough, Glinda made sure to scare the Wizard so horribly by torturing him with images that he finally got rid of the Animal bans around Oz for good. If he didn't, the images would continue to haunt him. But if he did free the Animals along with the innocents in Southstairs, he wouldn't see anything like those ever again.
Glinda knew this would hurt Elphaba because she knew deep down; she wanted to get rid of the Animal bans which she had been working on for the cause for years. However, Glinda just worked on it for about a week.
That had been the end to the hunt for the Wicked Witch of the West. She had no reason to cause trouble anymore, so Glinda knew her ex-roommate wouldn't fly around on her broom anymore or cause trouble with the Resistance, which no longer existed.
The Wicked Witch of the North indirectly ruled Oz through the Wizard and Morrible whom she plagued with nightmares and visions if they didn't do what she said.
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