Surprised to see me again? Yes… well, imagine if you walked through a wall of flames. Would it kill you? No. Would you be left with horrible, awful burns? Yes. That's what happened to me. The brat burned most of skin off, and I spent years recovering. I had to teach myself how to speak and use my limbs all over again. But I did fully recover, and when I did, I went back to my old spying techniques, this time hunting down a certain blonde witch.

I did find eventually find her, down in a lonely cell.

"You wicked thing. You've taken your own sweet time, of course."

I smiled slightly, approaching her. "I meant to come sooner…"

"Yes… dying can certainly slow a person down."

I reached down to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, frowning when I felt her heated forehead. Glinda was sick… and she would have been left down here to die. I picked her up gently.

"Come, my sweet. It is time for us to take our leave."

In a field of poppies, I looked down at the blonde witch in my arms. "Glinda… wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around. "Elphie… it's beautiful."

"Yes… it really is…"

Glinda looked back at me, stifling a cough in her hand. "Elphie… I love you… but I'm sick, and—"

"Hush, my sweet." I knew Glinda was sick. I also knew that she wouldn't get better, and I was clinging to a sort of life myself. I could not live another second without her… not like this.

I set her down on the blanket I'd laid out before sitting beside her. "We have done what was required of us… now it's time to move on."

Glinda nodded in agreement. "Elphie… I'm so sleepy."

I pulled her close, her head resting on my chest. "I love you, Glinda… and I always will."

"Love you too Elphie…"

I gently lay down, still holding Glinda close. A breeze passed by, making the poppies dance. Poisoning the poppies was no different than when I had done it to Dorothy… just a change of spells, really. I kissed Glinda one last time before I closed my eyes.

Do witches really die? Or do they simply hide away somewhere and wait to reemerge? Well, that's what I had always done, wasn't it?

We would always reemerge.