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“Why wont you let me clear your name? Let me tell the people the story of the witches of Oz. The REAL story. It’ll warm their hearts, like it does mine. Oh, please believe me, my sweet Elphie.”
Slender fingers found their way to the statue’s face. It was still the same Elphie. Her little witch. Of course, the statue had sharpened features. Those damned people that had put the bloody thing there in the first place had attempted to turn her Elphie ugly. They did not succeed, of course. Still, those beautiful piercing eyes stared at Glinda. They possibly haunted her. “Let them know how we fought. How we laughed and cried, and how hard we tried to make things better.” Her fingers glided over the hard material, resting upon the marble, pointy head that rested on top of the Wicked Witch’s head. “And how we fell in love.”
Glinda sniffled quietly, not allowing the statue to watch her cry. Her voice softened with sheer emotion. “Let the people know of the true adventures of the witches of Oz.”