The Alternative Quest

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Chapter 5

They drifted off into a light slumber, their cottage being lifted into the sky and spinning around like the speed of light. They slowly woke up to look out the window to see all different things flying past them. Were they just imagining this?

Esme tilted her head down to see what was underneath the cottage,

“WE MUST BE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CYCLONE!” She yelled to Romèe.

Suddenly, Ana appeared by the window, riding her bike. Romèe gasped and Esme gulped. Within a blink of an eye, Ana’s grumpy face and her bike disappeared and was transformed into a wicked witch flying on their broomstick.

Esme and Romèe both turned away, putting their faces on their beds - waiting for Ana to dissappear.

Ana cackled and flew away.

The cyclone was getting worse by the second and the cottage was flying around in circles more and more. At this point, Esme and Romèe’s beds were flying all over the place and they both screamed as they held a tight grip on their dogs.

The cottage started falling down - getting closer to the ground, then-

THUMP!

The cottage hit the ground and all was silent. The two terrified girls arose from their beds and exited their room - they walked up to their front door.

“I wonder where we are..” Romèe questioned.

“Same, do you want to do the honours of opening the door?” Esme asked.

Romèe slowly walked and grabbed the door handle - very gently opening the door - eventually opening it quickly.

The open door revealed a lovely sight of a beautiful landscape; lush grass as green as it’s ever been, coral flowers hugging every object in sight, a wide bridge separating two regions of the area, and the most beautiful yellow brick road.

The girls looked around in shock and slowly walked further into this magical area.

“Romèe, I have a feeling we’re not in Chicago anymore..” Esme muttered.

Right behind the girls lay a flower bush - and about seven little heads poked out from it but soon enough lowered back down.

Romèe put Puk down and looked around, still unable to comprehend what was happening. The girls turned around to see a pink bubble approaching the girls - getting closer, and closer, and closer to them. The girls moved back, startled by what exactly was going on - and soon enough the bubble popped to present a extremely beautiful and friendly looking lady; she had appealing blondish brown hair, wore a great big silver crown on her head, a bubblegum pink dress and she was holding an extremely sparkly wand.

“Yeah, we’re definitely not in Chicago...” Esme whispere to Romèe.

“Are you good witches, or bad witches?” This mysterious lady asked the girls.

“Who? Us?” Romèe questioned. “Why, we’re not witches at all. I’m Romèe Urie and that’s my sister, Esme Urie, we’re from Chicago.”

“Oh.. are those the witches?” She asked, pointing her wand to the dogs.

“Puk and Freddie? They’re our dogs!” Esme replied.

“Well pardon me but I’m a bit confused, the munchkins have called me because new witches have dropped a cottage on the Wicked Witch of The East!” The lady exclaimed. “And there’s the house, and here you girls are - and that’s all that’s left of the Wicked Witch of The East, and so what the munchkins want to know is, are you good witches or bad witches?”

“We’ve already told you, we’re not witches at all!” Romèe reminded her again, getting a bit annoyed.

“Witches are old and ugly!” Esme stated.

Suddenly, an applause of high pitched giggles blared across the area.

“What was that?” Esme asked, slightly startled.

“The munchkins. They’re laughing because I am a witch! I am Toni, the Good Witch Of The North!” She greeted the girls, as if they just met.

“I beg your pardon! But I’ve never heard of a beautiful witch before!” Esme apologised.

“Only bad witches are ugly,” Toni smiled.

“Why’d you ask us if we’re bad or good then?! We’re clearly beautiful.” Romèe sarcastically said, flipping her hair.

Toni and Esme stared at Romèe for a good ten seconds as an awkward silence ed through.

“Well,” Toni began, cutting the silence, “the munchkins are grateful because you girls killed the Wicked Witch of The East!”

“But you please, what are munchkins?!” Romèe questioned.

“The munchkins are little people who live in this land, it’s munchkin land and you girls are their national heroines. It’s okay everyone! You may all come out!” Toni declared.

Tiny people raised out from the bushes and slowly approached towards the three girls.