Ghosts of the Past
Summary: You’re West’s little sister, who had survived the beast forever. You and West along with East were extremely close, but when the Wizard banned the practice of magic, you stood up to him. He banned you form Oz, making West think he killed you. His guards dumped you somewhere and you lose your memory. Years later, Glinda is revealed to have found you. West will now do anything to get you back.
Word Count: 1665
West felt like she was the one who needed to die.
She’d caused so much destruction around her--led so many people to their deaths that she should’ve been slaughtered herself.
She’d led those cardinal witches to certain death against the Beast Forever.
She didn’t protect East when she was killed.
She’d lost Dorothy.
And now--now she’d killed Tip.
The Witch of the West paced vigorously around her room, her body shaking as she mumbled to herself words of comfort to calm her nerves. The tears had never stopped leaking from her eyes, the sobs had never stopped wracking her body, and West couldn’t take in any oxygen for the life of her.
But that’s what she wanted. She wanted to be starved of oxygen--to be suffocated for all her wrong doings. She just--she needed--
Hitting her fists against her forehead, West let out a lost cry and she dropped to her knees onto the floor. She let her body give out, let herself collapse onto the cool ground that seemed too much of a relief to her heated body.
Her sobs were slowly getting louder, and images flashed through her mind. The cardinal witches--East, with a bullet through her head--The little girl that the Wizard burned out--Tip, not breathing or moving--
And You.
For a second, West’s airways cleared at the thought of you just before they shut again, this time, a lot tighter. Gasping for Air, the Witch tried to block out the flood of memories that were opened up just at the mere thought of your name.
You both had been so close. You were her little sister, she loved you, like nothing else she had ever known except for her mother. And you had loved her back just as much, smoothing out her rough edges and accepting her sins the way she could never forgive herself. You were her best friend, her companion, the only person to ever know her--
And West had killed you, just like she did to everyone she loved.
You had been furious with the new Wizard, and his ban on magic that he tried to issue. You had never believed in his “science”, and West was just as enthusiastic as you were in your cause. Except you actually acted on your beliefs, and the last thing West remembered was the small army of soldiers dragging you away to inevitable doom while the rest held her back helpless.
Sometimes at night, that was all West remembered. Your screams for help while being dragged away haunted her, your eyes wide with fear imprinted in West’s dreams. And now, that’s all she heard and saw.
Rocking back and forth, West clutched desperately at the sides of her head.
“I’m sorry (Y/N),” she sobbed, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry.”
You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d lost your memory. You’d lost count of the days, the room you were constantly left in never giving any indication of the date or the time.
All you knew was that you had seen enough of the color white in your life, and that the witch Glinda was not to be trusted.
She’d found you that first day, and you could practically feel her excitement when her eyes widened in recognition. When she realized you had no memories, you couldn’t help but notice the smug look that flitted across her face for a split second.
She’d told you that you were an apprentice of hers, and a spell had gone wrong which had caused you to be sent to the middle of nowhere along with the number of bruises you had. If you were caught by the enemy, you’d been given a small spell of Glinda’s that would erase your memory so you couldn’t be used against them.
Despite what she told you, there was something about her that didn’t sit right. Something deep down told you she wasn’t to be trusted, and you decided to listen. When you tried to run, she’d captured you and sent you into a small chamber where you now resided.
Every once in a while a man named Roan would check up on you, and you oddly trusted him. He didn’t seem as cold or heartless as his wife, which was why you were so confused as to why they were together. A little while ago one of Glinda’s apprentices had been thrown into the room with you, and after a few months you learned it was because she was pregnant. After that, Roan strangely stopped showing up, and you worried for the man.
Glinda only came to see you every full moon, and you expected that she was waiting for something that you couldn’t put your finger on. But since she’d taken you, small snippets of what you assumed was your life before this came back to you. There was one woman that was a constant in all the memories, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sorrow and love when you had a chance to see her.
You were daydreaming about a snippet you’d recently gotten about you and the mystery woman, where you were throwing the silliest of spells at each other while laughing uncontrollably. Suddenly the hidden doors were activated, and a woman you didn’t recognize was shoved into the room.
She was dressed in a weird fashion, and looked about ready to bolt again except there was no way out. After a weird greeting, you learned her name was Dorothy Gale, and that for some reason you could trace the strong scent of Roan all over her.
“Why are you here?” Dorothy asked, sitting across from you against the wall.
Tilting your head, you looked down at your hands in your lap. “She wants me here,” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows. “She’s never told me why, but I lost my memory and she took me and--” you cleared your throat, keeping in an onslaught of tears. “And I don’t think I’ll ever be free.”
Dorothy reached in front of her, grasping your hand tightly in hers. “I will free us,” she said with such determination you started to believe her. “We’ll get past Glinda,” she looked towards the pregnant woman. “All of us.”
Things went wrong quickly, and you were sorry to say that as soon as Glinda was distracted, you bolted out of the room despite the pregnant lady giving birth. You didn’t know where you were running to, but eventually you ended up on what you assumed was the roof.
There was a large rose tree in the middle of all the white, and despite it being a change to all the blandness, the vibrancy of the color sickened you.
You paced to both ends of the roof, trying to figure out a way to leave when a bright light emanated from behind you and sobbing caught your attention.
Turning around in defense, you were frozen when the woman you’ve been seeing in your head for God knows how long was kneeling before you on the floor. Her dark aura and clothing stood out from everything around her, but it was welcome to your sore eyes.
A sharp pain of an emotion you couldn’t place pierced your heart, and a throbbing started from the back of your head. West. West. West, something whispered to you, and you took a cautious step towards the woman who had yet to look at you.
“W-west?” you whispered, scared to raise your voice.
The Witch of the West was pretty sure someone was playing a cruel trick on her. That voice--God she knew that voice from anywhere. It was one she hadn’t heard for years, one she didn’t think she’d hear again--
She didn’t dare look up, to see that she really was a fool and that (Y/N) wasn’t here. She didn’t want to look up, in fear that it was her and that every shred of reality would crash down around West.
“(Y-Y/N)?” She whispered, sniffling strongly as she allowed her hair to obscure her view. “Is that truly you?”
You took in a shake breath. “I-i don’t know,” you mumbled, suddenly immensely sad. “I don’t know anything--I don’t know myself--”
West couldn’t help herself anymore. She gave into her selfish desires and looked up reluctantly, her breath being snatched away from her as she drank in the form of her closest sibling.
“Sister,” West sobbed, and like a bullet she shot up, wrapping her arms around you. Instinctively you hugged her back, a sense of familiarity being brought back to you as you stood in her embrace. West shook against your body, running her hands through your hair in an attempt to grasp onto the actual reality that you were there.
She pulled back, red-rimmed eyes shinning with long-dead happiness as she looked you over. “Are you okay? Where have you been? I’ve--I’m so sorry--”
You took ahold of her hands, looking at her with watery eyes and a sad smile that was faltering. “I don’t know,” you sniffled. “I can’t remember anything. I don’t know how long I’ve been here--”
“Shh,” she calmed you down, smoothing down your hair while smiling. “Don’t worry, we’ll get your memories back. But for now your here.” West paused, her smile dropping. “Why are--why are you here?” She looked around her as if just remembering your setting. “Glinda, Glinda’s had you this whole time?”
You nodded your head reluctantly, eyes widening in slight fear as her expression turned dangerous.
“She’s not going to hurt you again,” West growled. “I swear on my life from here on I will fight for you as well as both of us. No one will separate us again. Do you understand me Sister?”
Your gaze darted between her eyes, and you threw yourself into another hug with her. You nodded into her shoulder, letting yourself believe her words.
“Never again.”
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