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Chapter 1: Just another day.
The sunlight poured in through the blue silk curtains that hung limply in front of the window. A young-looking woman lay dozing soundly, tangled in the blue sheets of her bed. This woman was, beleive it or not, the famed Witch of the East, ruler of the East in Oz. She was the ruler of the East since she was a young adult and that seemed too long ago for her to remember. Her shoulder length blue hair was tangled from nightly tossing and turning. On occaison, she would sleepily mumble something that had something to do with her projects, like magic advancements and weapons and such. Soon, a knock was heard at her bedroom door. She groaned and turned over, ignoring it completely. The door opened just a crack and her right hand man, Indigo, stuck his head in. "Your Lordship?" he asked. She groaned in response. With a sigh, Indigo stepped into the room and spoke up to let himself be known. "Your Lordship, wake up." In response, The Witch of the East turned over and , thinking it was her alarm clock, whacked him with her pillow. The pillow somehow managed to stay perfectly on top of Indigo's head, making a cool hat for him. Inidgo sighed and pulled the pillow off of his head. "Nice shot, Selluriah, but I'm not the alarm clock." he sighed. "Oh." Selluriah mumbled tiredly. She turned over and looked up at him, her blue eyes were moist with tears of exhaustion. "What?" she mumbled sleepily. Indigo cleared his throat and said, "Emeraldia and the other Witches are waiting in the counsel room...they're waiting for you." Selluriah blinked the exhaustion tears out of her eyes and processed what he said. Immediately, she understood what he meant and her eyes widened. She bolted up and screeched, "WHAT!!!!?????" She didn't bother to wait for Indigo to repeat himself.
Selluriah bolted out of bed and pulled her uniform on. In her haste, she was completely oblivious to the mere existance of Indigo, ramming into him multiple times. She hopped out the door, trying to pull on her witch's boots and sprinted towards the counsel room. This was the fourth time this month that she stayed up late researching and was late for a meeting with the rulers of the remaining three points of Oz and Emerald City. But how could she help it? She's been so busy. She skidded to a stop in front of the heavy oak doors that lead to the counsel room. Collecting herself, she pushed them open as Indigo finally caught up with her.
The counsel room was enourmas with a glass domed roof. In the middle of the room, four stadium-sized wooden benches were gathered into a close circle with an additional one in the middle. The floors tiling was in the national color of each point: white for North, blue for East, red for South, yellow for West and green for the Emerald City. At the front of each bench was the Witch of that point. Glinda, the Witch of the North, was propped back in her chair, her white cowboy hat pulled over her eyes, dozing soundly. Kizena, the Witch of the South, had her head propped in her hand and lazily twirled a pencil on her fingertip. Gayelette, the Witch of the West, looked really peeved and was rythemiclly drumming her fingers on the wood of the table. In the middle, you'd expect the famed Wizard of Oz sitting in the front. Nope. Instead, the Mayor of the Emerald City, Emeraldia, was sitting there, glaring with cloudy green eyes at Selluriah as she attempted to sneak in. "Nice to see that you've made it, Selluriah." Emeraldia grumbled bitterly. This caught Glinda's attention, as she fell out of her chair. She popped back up and muttered, "Who dat?" Kizena caught her pencil before it could fly across the room and said to the younger Witch, "Relax, Glinda, it's just Selluriah." "Oh." Glinda muttered to herself, pulling the cowboy hat off her head, revealing her spiky maroon hair and set it back comfortably. She waved heartily at Selluriah, "Hi, Riah!" "Hi, Glinda." Selluriah waved back, seating herself at her usual spot at the front of her bench. "Morning, sleepyhead." Gayelette smirked at Selluriah. Selluriah merely glared back at her. "Shut up." she growled. "Behave, you two." Emeraldia sneered, flicking a strand of her mint green hair out of her face. "Sorry, Emeraldia." Gayelette shrugged, mimicing Emeraldia's movement of flicking a strand of her own black hair out of her face. "Now..." Emeraldia muttered aloud, picking up a stack of papers and glancing at them, "First order of buisness..."
The meeting went on for hours, but it felt like forever. It was even boring Kizena, who normally would pay close attention to every single detail. Selluriah tried to take that opprotunity to get some extra sleep, but was immediately snapped right out of it when Emeraldia harshly banged her gavel on the wooden surface of the table. "Meeting ajourned." she said, still with a stern tone. Glinda practacilly leaped off of her bench and met Selluriah at the bottom of hers. Selluriah patted Glinda's shoulder, as Gayelette and Kizena joined them. They didn't even bother to look upwards, where pretty much the source of most of Oz's troubles was watching: the leader of the Devil Tribe, Sepia.
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Hey, the Witch of the East deserves her own prolouge. She was a rather important charecter in the series. Who gave Mara her witches boots? Not Glinda, Selluriah. Luckily, Selluriah wasn't crushed with a house, or else a prolouge for her would be pretty pointless. sweatdrop
Enjoy, yo! and be sure to watch for me in The Chronicle of Our Chaotic Show, due this Sunday! wink