Based on the movie Oz The Great And Powerful, with Mila Kunis as Theodora (the Wicked Witch of the West) and Rachel Weisz as Evanora (the Wicked Witch of the East).
Theodora was troubled. No matter how many tributes the munchkins brought them or what new tricks her big sister Evanora had taught the flying monkeys, she couldn't help but think of their middle sister, Glinda. Glinda, who'd been adamant that it was wrong to take the Emerald City under their benevolent stewardship. Glinda, who'd refused to help them defend themselves from the assassins of Ozma. Glinda, who would not hear of extending the benefits of their peaceful reign to the Winkies and the Quadlings, who abandoned them to fly off to Lurline knew where, who even now was plotting against them according to Evanora. And yet, what could Theodora do but worry that her sister had been captured by those barbarians in Ix, or found herself turning magic tricks for coin in Mo, or even fallen into the Deadly Desert?
She took to long walks through the countryside, up and down the Yellow Brick Road, as if she'd just stumble across Glinda. It was a foolish notion, she knew, the kind Evanora and Glinda herself would've teased her for back when they were children. But, Theodora recalled with a smile, as soon as Evanora had left, off to study her spell books again, Glinda would've dried the tears Theodora had been driven to and tell her it wasn't silly, not really. It was imaginative.
She came to rest under an apple tree, who had been put in a coma by a woodpecker and couldn't bother her. She'd brought a small satchel of lunch with her, and ate it while saving the oranges and wine for Glinda, in case she came down the road. But she didn't and Theodora felt a little jab in her heart. She ate the oranges and drank the wine herself. They were so tasteless she started to cry.
She fell asleep that way, curled up under her wide-brimmed hat, and didn't wake until a band of Nomes had surrounded her. She, of course, set them on fire immediately. So annoying. She quickly flew back to the Emerald City, hoping the episode hadn't been noticed, but of course, Evanora knew whenever she got into trouble.
"Well, aren't you in a state?" she asked derisively, seated neatly in the throne of their chambers. It wasn't as elaborate as King Pastoria's down in the throne room, but she'd insisted on having another for when she retired for the evening. Evanora liked to sit in it and have Theodora down in the throne room, hearing the complaints of the citizenry before ignoring them.
Evanora wore the timeless trappings of a ruler, a dress woven by the royal spinners and a simple tiara that shone more than other jewelry ever could. Although Theodora wore the latest fashion, with a jacket, trousers, and hat that any of the Gillikinese would've killed for, Evanora's sparse elegance made her feel like a pauper. As did the memory of Glinda, with her witch's white dress, her understated jewelry, her diadem. They both put Theodora to shame. She still lived in loving envy of their beauty.
A click of Evanora's fingers and some Tinmen came up to take Theodora's sooty outerwear. One handed her a wet cloth for her tear-stained make-up. Theodora took it gratefully, thanking the Tik-Tok under her breath so that Evanora couldn't hear. Once, she had, and had quickly taken Theodora to task for how gracious she was to a wind-up toy and not to her own sister for taking care of her and giving her her own kingdom.
"Some Nomes attacked me. I'm fine. I handled it."
"Nomes?" Evanora launched herself out of her throne, stalking down the twenty feet of immaculate carpet between her and the door Theodora had just come through. "Filthy Nome hands on my sister--?"
"They didn't
touch
me—"
"Looking at you, then! How dare they. Come here." That was Evanora's way of warning Theodora that she was about to be grabbed by the throat. Tilting Theodora's face from right to left, Evanora scrutinized it for the slightest marring. She found a bead of disturbed make-up on Theodora's cheek, a bit of eyeliner she'd missed as she wiped herself off. "Tears, I see. And what cause does a Queen of Oz have to cry?"
"I was just—" Theodora stared at the floor. It sounded stupid now. Things always sounded stupid in front of Evanora, her oldest sister so smart, so sophisticated. "I miss her."
"Glinda," Evanora huffed. "That traitor. She probably sent those Nomes. I saw the whole thing in my crystal ball. Those filthy rock-eaters. How they leered at you, Theodora. I had dispatched the monkeys. They were going to tear that scum apart before you woke up."
Still looking at the ground, Theodora mumbled "You could've come yourself."
Evanora hissed and turned away, stomping on the carpet as she took a few steps from Theodora. "Is that what you want? More of my attention? And yet, when I give it to you, all you can do is pant and moan for dear, sweet Glinda. Who
left
you, left us! Have you considered that I just had faith in you, lovely sister? That I had hoped you could deal with a few pitiful Nomes by yourself? Maybe hearing a few snippets of their disgusting gutter-talk could've made you grow up a little! It's a fearsome world out there, Theodora, and all I want is to make it safe for us. Perhaps you'd like to go wallow in it alongside Glinda." Now she stepped close, almost crashing into Theodora and sending them both to the floor, she moved so fast. "Why do you think my looking crystal can't find her? She hides herself, out of shame. She always acted so high and mighty, but we know how she degrades herself. Who do you think's been in her cunt last? The Winkies? The Quadlings?"
"Stop it!" Theodora begged.
"They hate us! Because we have magic. Because we're better than them and we know what's right for this land. And instead of allowing us to better their lives, they're tear us limb from limb so they can go on fornicating in filth and muck!"
