This is pretty much (AU) lovelies, but I felt like putting a different spin on it. Raimi's version was brilliant and enchanting but this is targeting an older audience and trying to flesh Evanora out a bit more. The tension between her and Glinda was huge and surely there was a reason behind it therefore I have made Evanora, Thoedora and Glinda sisters as well as an added one to even the balance between good and evil. Don't worry. I hate Mary Sue's as much as the next person therefore I made sure she passed the test before fleshing her out also.

Hope you enjoy all. Her goes nothing. (Crosses fingers).

Evanora was sat in her chambers; which lay just above the Royal throne room, drumming her fingers against the solid oak vanity table. Her eyes were glued on the large glass ball that sat before her. She could make him out perfectly, and also recognized the form of her youngest sibling by his side. So he had arrived. She hadn't truly believed in her father's words, his prophecies about a great man coming to claim the throne.

That throne was hers. No one else's. As the eldest she had a legitimate claim to the throne; and she had given her father everything. Her council, her trust, her advice. She had served him for years and knew the ins and outs of this kingdom better than anyone else. Yet he had deemed her unworthy, simply for being a woman. His words rang clear in her ears and she could feel her anger increase as she remembered them. 'As wise as you are, this place cannot prosper under a woman, it needs a man; a truly great man, A wizard and not a witch'.

How could anyone blame her for killing him?. The old fool had it coming she mumbled inwardly her hands clenching around the edge of the desk, her delicate knuckles turning white. No. No. No she would not allow some man, a supposedly great man to saunter on in and take everything from under her. She was the ruler of Oz currently, and it was a hard task to get the people onside. They wouldn't commit themselves willingly. So she forced them. Hence why she began to torment the villages posing as the Wicked Witch, posing as her other sister Glinda, and her plan worked wonderfully. Her actions drove the people straight into her waiting arms. And she cemented their loyalty when she chased Glinda out of the Emerald City. She was their protector, she had saved them all and became an instant hero and worthy leader.

"Glinda" She spat the name venomously as she remembered her one time sibling.

She knew what she did was wrong. No matter how much they didn't see eye to eye she knew it was unforgivable. And she did feel guilty for her actions. For setting her up and for killing their own father. Of course there was guilt at the pit of her stomach, she was only human after-all. The reason she had bit the apple was simply for knowledge of all, but it had withered her once kind heart away; leaving a shell of who she was. And once she had taken a bite out of it she had seen that they were both necessary sacrifices. Both were expendable in her anger fuelled rage.

Her teeth gritted in frustration as her thoughts lingered on the blonde. She always seemed to be the favourite out of the four of them. She was the apple of their father's eye; Glinda this, Glinda that. She was just so perfect, oozing radiance and beauty which was deemed unmatched. She knew it was because she looked like a carbon copy of their mother. She'd inherited their mothers hair and eyes where-as she Theodora and Leahmora all had their fathers dark hair.

With an annoyed sigh she pinched the bridge of her nose and rid herself of nostalgia and guilt. She had to begin her plans for the next step. The only person who knows what she did and who she is is Glinda, and she had to be dealt with some way or another. She was too much of a threat to leave roaming Oz. She needed to be finished.

All she'd ever wanted was to be accepted. For being a Witch, for being a Woman for being like the one woman her father had truly loved. But that hadn't worked out naturally and so she had no choice but to put plan B into action. And it had done better than she expected.

Now she had the respect she craved. The power she craved. But she hadn't had her fill just yet, and before she could get more the supposedly great wizard had arrived in Oz, coming to claim what was now essentially his. If he wanted that throne he'd have to kill her first, because whilst she was breathing she would be damned to see him sat on her seat.

That cursed apple. The thing that had given her everything and nothing at the same time.

Evanora got up from her seat and paced around her room anxiously working everything out in her head. The only way to get rid of that damn man would be to use him, she'd known that all along. Convince him that Glinda was the wicked witch and that he had to destroy her to become the King, but he wouldn't make it back anywhere near the Emerald City. She'd kill him herself if she had to.

All of a sudden though she was snapped from her plotting by a loud and familiar knock on her door. "Come in" She said briskly and the door opened and there stood her sister leaning casually up against the other side. "What?".

"Well afternoon to you too sister?" She spoke up sarcasm dripping off her words as she entered the room slowly, closing the door behind her.

Evanora realised the tone she had spoken to her in and gave her a weary smile. "I'm sorry Leahmora, I'm just a little tired that's all" She said to her and her sister didn't question her on it; instead she conjured up two goblets of wine from thin air and handed one to Evanora who took it gratefully.

"I'm not surprised. You've been cooped up in this tower for so long I'm surprised you know what daylight is anymore?" She laughed quietly; rousing a small one out of her sister too. "Honestly Evanora, you need to get outside a bit more. I know you don't want to get distracted by other things, especially with the Glinda still out there, but the chances of her coming anywhere near the Emerald City are incredibly slim. You know that" She added on perching herself on the edge of the woman's desk.

Evanora didn't answer and instead observed her sister for a little while. Leahmora was only 3 years younger than herself, and they were the eldest two, with Glinda being a year younger than Leah and Theodora being the youngest. Out of her siblings it was Leah that looked the most like her. Both had raven coloured hair and very similar features, the only real difference between them being their eye colour; Evanora's green and Leahmora's Blue and the height difference with her younger sister being just ever so slightly taller than her. Other than that they could pass off as twins.

As well as their strikingly similar appearances it was she who Evanora was closest too. Being the eldest two she had a different relationship with both sisters. Glinda being ever so perfect had rubbed her up the wrong way, and a jealous rivalry had wedged between them; even though Glinda tried to keep some civility with her. Theodora being the youngest of them; she felt the need to shield the young woman from things. She was gullible, ridiculously so; and sometimes Evanora just wanted to slap her around the face and tell her to get on with it. But as well as that she was naïve and far too innocent for her own good, and that's why she needed the younger one now. She could manipulate her, use her to get closer to the Wizard.

But it was a whole different relationship with Leahmora. She was more of an equal on much more levels. Her control of her powers rivalled her own; something that greatly bothered Evanora when they were growing up. She herself was very powerful, but her magic had always been tainted by a darkness ever since she was young, and it was the dark magic in her veins that made her so strong. Where-as Leah's magic didn't have a trace of the black magic in it, she'd just learned to truly be at one with it, control it in every single way possible.

And she could talk to her. She could sit and have and adult and intelligent conversation with her, not some petty story about water fairies and the other creatures that roamed the rural land. She could talk about tactics, about what to do with Oz next. But she could not tell her about her deeds just yet. She wouldn't be able to manipulate her like she could Theodora, and it honestly worried her about what would happen. Would she side with me?. Would she find the betrayal too much to bear and join ranks with Glinda?. There were too many probabilities and it truly did frighten Evanora. She knew she needed her on side, that was a must.

She'd never understood Leahmora either, she was always so relaxed; always in control of herself and her emotions. An ethereal of calm and contentness. She wanted nothing but peace, and had a kindness and protectiveness that none could rival. She was just and loyal and severely different from the other sister's. When news reached her of their father's death there was no emotion. No flicker of sadness, no tears, nothing but a blank expression. Yet she was an incredibly compassionate person at the same time, a feat that baffled the older woman. Nothing ever seemed to get to her, she was constantly in control. She never lost her temper, always took everything in her stride. 'Mora was so complex it threw her and her sisters into a spin. She always managed to handle whatever was thrown at them. It was a trait she envied.

Shaking her head once more she gathered control of herself. She needed to be in control now. Of this land. Of the people. Of herself. But everything was falling apart, Glinda was getting stronger, the Wizard had arrived and now she truly would have to battle for what was rightfully hers. She didn't have long to act; a few days at the most and so for now she would just have to keep her head.

"Hello? Anyone in there?" Leahmora asked waving her hand in front of Evanora's face. She blinked back to reality once again and took a sip of her wine.

"Sorry, you were saying?" She said urging her to go on with what she had been saying. She sat herself down on the long settee that lined the wall of her room and crossed her legs.

"I was saying how you need to venture outside a little more. How about we go for a walk or something?" She offered a small smile on her face. She played with the hem of her sleeve of the flowing blue dress that adorned her slender frame and took a long sip from the goblet.

"I honestly don't have the time" Evanora said rather bluntly. There was too much to do. Too much to plan. If she wasn't currently battling for and against this land then she would have loved to have spent time with her sister. But there were more important things; things like that throne which was sat only a few metres and a flight of steps away.

"What are you doing that's so important?" Leah posed arms crossed across her chest as she leaned casually back against the mirror. "Is there something you aren't telling me? It can't be something to do with the Wicked Witch because I'd know if she was near before you would. So what's going on?" She asked simply and got a pointed and sharp look off Evanora for her words.

"Nothing that concerns you Sister" Evanora said; the cold mask slipping on easily. She needed to be focused. She could not let what was left of her emotions to get the better of her and cloud her judgement. She'd come too far to lose it all now.

"Of course it concerns me. I'm your second in command, I lead the guards and the patrols and protect this city as much as you do, therefore when it comes to the safety of these people I have every right to know!" She said sharply. She was not leaving this room until Evanora told her what was going on. Not until she knew everything and her sister would come clean about it all.

Evanora growled under her breath. She just couldn't leave well alone. Rubbing a hand across her face she finally spoke up. "Okay if you're that determined to know then the Wizard has arrived in Oz" She said turning to look at her sister who's face was once again completely impassive.

"And that's a good thing isn't it?" Leahmora questioned stepping closer to the person she was closest too. Evanora couldn't look at her as the anger began to burn under her skin. The indentation that apple had caused within her.

Taking a deep breath she steeled herself and turned to face Leah once more. A fake smile plastered it's way across her face and she nodded. "Of course it is. Now Oz can truly prosper, I always believed that Father's words were right" She smiled and it physically hurt her to do so. She hadn't smiled in so long the muscles in her face had gone unused, and now the action felt unnatural and completely foreign.

Leah smiled wryly at her and drunk the last of the wine in the goblet and placed it down on the table quietly. "I'm not stupid 'Nora. I know you don't care for that stupid prophecy one bit, and by all rights I do believe that you'd be a fine Queen, as you've proven in the tumultuous last few months. But don't do anything rash, for all we know he could be a fraud" She said wisely putting a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder. She was icy cold to the touch and the coolness sent a shiver up Leahmora's spine.

But Leah wasn't stupid. She'd seen the change in her sister the past few months. For years 'Nora had been the kind and compassionate one looking after her family but within months her patience was now thin and her actions were becoming increasingly unstable. She tried to blame it on the pressure of ruling the country but deep down she knew that wasn't true. There was something far more sinister at work. Her moods were also swinging violently; as if there were two separate personalities to the woman. One minute she'd be the charming, confident and composed ruler the people had come to know and other times when she thought no one could see her she had a menacing look in her eyes, a darkness that threatened to consume anyone who came within a foot of her.

She knew something wasn't right with her sister somewhere. If only she could pinpoint it. "I'll do everything I can to protect this place, as I always have. And if he's not fit to rule, if he cannot defeat the Wicked Witch then the burden will then fall to me!" Evanora said simply and Leah was sure she had seen her eyes darken for a split second. The tone the woman had used also stunned her. It's as if she wanted the supposed Wizard to fail.

"I know you will, you've kept this place ticking over since Father's death; and I honestly believe he'll be so proud of you even though he frowned on either one of us ruling this land" Leah said not wanting to provoke her sister today. Once again she seemed on edge, and did not want to be on the wrong side of her wrath right now.

"I hope so!" She replied and put her hand over her sister's affectionately. She couldn't believe how easy the lies could just rolled off of her tongue, to her closest friend as well. How well she was at deceiving people, even those who knew her better than most had no idea of what she was up to. "I'm going to have a lie down, so I'll speak to you later" Evanora said to her sister who picked up the hint instantly and began to make her way back to the huge doors.

"Okay. By the way I haven't seen Theodora since this morning. Do you have any idea where she is?" She asked curiously and Evanora just pointed towards the clouded ball on the table top. She hurried over to it and tapped it three times and in doing this the clouds cleared and she could see her sister collecting some wood to build a fire. "She's with the Wizard then… I'm going to head out and escort them home at daybreak. It's dangerous out there with Glinda and her baboons. I'm not needed here for anything am I?" She asked and Evanora shook her head.

"It's fine. Just make sure they both arrive in one piece, I'll make sure everyone is ready for his arrival tomorrow, he'll get the welcoming he deserves" The older witch smiled devilishly and her sister just smiled back at her before exiting. Just before she left though she turned at the sound of Evanora's voice beckoning for her once more. "Be careful sister…" She said trying to keep the affection out of her voice but failing. Sure she had no qualms killing her father, he was passed his prime and made her like this; but the only love that she had left in her body was all for her sisters and she genuinely cared for them, no matter how twisted her view on love had become.

Leahmora smiled at her kindly and then shut the door behind her gently. She waited until she could hear her footsteps disappear down the stairs and let out a sigh of relief before heading back over towards the glass ball. Tapping it the image cleared once more and she slumped down into the chair, eyes glued to scenes before her. And she couldn't believe what she was seeing. He was presenting her with a small box, with two figurines inside.

Her sister's face was telling her everything she needed to know. She was already falling for this man, she was completely sucked in by him. If this wasn't what Evanora had wanted she would have mocked her sister for being such an imbecile. She was smitten, it was written all over her face. Eyes wide with wonder and glued to him and him alone. It turned her stomach at her naivety. She always knew of how gullible Theodora always was, she was still very childlike with her views of life even though she was a young woman now. But still, things were slowly falling into place. Suck him into her lies, and then all she had to do was end him and the throne would be well and truly hers.

A smug smirk worked its way onto Evanora's face. Everything was turning out better than she could have dreamed. But still she couldn't help but feel the slight swell of guilt, mercy and love inside of her and she hated it. That apple hadn't done what it's promises had whispered to her. Yes it was going as she hoped, but far too slowly for her liking. She couldn't afford to feel these things, not now, not ever again. But another small part of her, a part of the person she used to be that was still somewhere inside of her was screaming out because of the madness of it all, telling her to stop what she's doing. To give up and just continue doing what she once did, advise. But she crushed those thoughts instantly, kept them at bay with the thought of all she had done to get to this point.

No. She didn't think anything could help her now, no magic; no illusions, she was far too gone to be reigned back in. And she didn't even want be helped. She'd made her choice.

So first chapter is up. Evanora was definitely my favourite character in the film, and Rachel Weisz single handedly kept that film afloat. She played her with enough villainy panache but had that restraint to pull it back and truly make something out of some poor dialogue. I found that if you squint she's a character you can sympathize with, and honestly thought she was doing the right thing.

But as well as that I have a feeling that the film could have gone a whole other direction, and she could have perhaps have the opportunity to seek some redemption for her past crimes, and help Oz and Glinda to defeat the monster she'd created in her sister.

So this is where this fic has stemmed from, I'm turning the film on it's head and giving it a little shake up. Also I've incorporated a new character, another sister for our Wicked Witches simply because if there was another around Evanora, pulling her loyalties in two different ways. Theodora was manipulated ridiculously easy and it peeved me slightly, so if she had someone there she couldn't control; someone she truly respected, someone who had the power to pull her back and make her see exactly what she was doing I do believe things could have gone hell of a lot differently.

Plus during the film, once Theodora had turned she seemed to take control, and Evanora seemed quite scared of who her sister had become, how brutal she was etc. So bear with me guys, if you like it then let me know lovelies.

I'll stress to you now, Leahmora isn't a primary character. This is centered on Evanora and she's only there to aid in the process of Evanora's development as I believe Raimi could have done so much more with her character; even though his interpretation of Baum's Oz was fabulous. She'll have a big role to play in the first few chapters but once Evanora truly comes around it'll be an AU on her alone. I hope it isn't me who thinks Weisz is fantastic in all she does, she's one of the most underrated British actresses of this generation; even though she's won an Oscar for 'The Constant Gardener'. I recommend all to check it out if you haven't seen it.

Apologies for the long Authors note, I just want you to understand the jist of this fic before any flames pop up and want you all to enjoy the experience; as much as I'm enjoying writing it.

Peace out.

Gwen!