A little fall of rain | Glinda-Dorothy
"The Wicked Witch is Dead!"
That's what the Winkies had chanted. It was what they were going to tell the Wizard. Dorothy didn't like knowing that she had accidentally killed someone, (two if she counted her sister) but if she truly was wicked maybe it would be alright. She tried to put the unpleasant thoughts out of her mind.
Their party approached the gates of the Empire City once more, and were surprised by the Witch in pink. "Oh Glinda! I can go home! We got the broom of the witch and now the Wizard will send me back." She didn't dwell on the fact that she had to kill her to get it, but someone as wise and Good as Glinda would've understood anyway. "Isn't that wonderful?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around the the blonde's bejeweled waist.