The bugs swarmed then, slamming into us and their wings getting tangled in our hair. I flung my hands out to my sides in an attempt to push them away when suddenly, everything stopped. Glancing up, I saw the flying insects were suspended mid-air above us in their own bug wall. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I looked down. That's when I saw it. Strapped to my hands were golden bracelets, spidering up and over the backs of my hands and connecting to all of my fingers like rings.

I let out a shuddery breath, my brown eyes widening. From beside me, I heard Dorothy suck in a breath.

"You... Dawn, you-you have magic!" she exclaimed, grinning over at me.

A huge smile split my face as I examined the golden jewelry in awe. I had magic! For a split second, an image of myself dressed as Sabrina the teenage Witch flitted through my mind. The joy was short-lived though because all of a sudden, someone formed from the bugs then. Glinda, I assumed. She stepped toward us, a hateful look plastered on her face.

"Still here, are you?" she sneered.

"It doesn't have to be a war," Dorothy told her, trying to stay calm in the presence of a woman who'd ruined her relationship.

"Is that why the Wizard animated the Stone Giants?" she questioned, "Because he wants peace?"

"He didn't...I did," Dorothy told her solemnly.

"How wrong Roan was about you," Glinda spat.

I could see that comment stung from the look in my twin's eyes.

"He didn't know me... Now he does," she shrugged.

"You think I'm talking of love? Love means nothing compared to survival,"

"Then go back North!" I told her, "If you do, the Wizard will have no reason to fight you. And you and all of your girls can live in peace,"

Glinda said nothing but made a gesture with her fingers.

"I do owe owe you some gratitude for protecting this girl," she told Dorothy as a small girl walked up to us through the wall of insects.

I recognized her instantly as the little girl who'd been traveling with Dorothy and Lucas.

"Sylvie?" Dorothy whispered.

"Even though you knew her heat was magic, even when she turned your own kind to stone, your love for her has never wavered. But unfortunately for you, stone crumbles," Glinda continued.

With those last words, my sister's Stone Giants up above us began to break off in huge chunks. They hit the green grass with deafening thuds, shaking the earth around us.

"Sylvie! Sylvie, look at me! Sylvie, please! Sylvie, you don't have to do this! Sylvie, look at me!" Dorothy told the girl frantically as she used her magic to take down the giant.

I closed my eyes then and tried to harness that power that had coursed through me earlier.

"Your spells won't help you now. The Giant is dead!" Glinda gloated.

I didn't heed her advice though. I just continued to focus on the crackling electric feeling in my fingers. Suddenly, a surge of magic shot from my fingertips, pushing all of the insects away from the battlefield.

"Sylvie, enough!" Dorothy commanded the child as my eyes shot open, "You don't have to do this!"

Suddenly, a shot rang out in the air and the girl was thrown to the ground. Across from us, I could see the Wizard holding a gun. He'd shot her! Dorothy screamed over and over as she bent down towards the small child. The rest of the Stone Giant fell then, the dust settling over all of us. Shots began and with a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realized the soldiers were shooting at the witches. I put a hand on my sister's shoulder.

"Come on, Dorothy, we have to get of here now!" I told her, panic seeping into my voice.

"Dawn! Dawn!" a masculine voice called out and I whipped around but saw no one through the thick layer of dust surrounding us.

I could hear fighting and shooting coming from all sides.

"Now, you see everyone is dying because of you!" Glinda told us smugly as she towered over the lifeless body of the little witch, "Because you chose the wrong side. The Wizard's side."

My sister got up off the ground wordlessly and I followed her as she made her way through the dust. The jewels on our hands sparkled as we picked our way through the dead bodies on the ground, flinging soldiers away with a flick of our fingers. They went down one by one onto the ground. Finally, we came upon the Wizard and disarmed his guard with the wave of a hand. I picked up a gun from the ground then.

"What are you doing? I'm not your enemy! I'm trying to save Oz from them," the Wizard groveled pitifully.

"Call your men off and tell them to surrender or I promise, I will shoot you with your own gun," I threatened him, aiming the gun at his head for a nice clean shot.

"Shoot me? Shoot me and you'll never go home! You shoot me and you'll be stuck here forever!" the Wizard shouted.

"Well, I'd rather never go home then be apart of this," Dorothy said, sadness tinging her words.

"Don't. Don't!" the Wizard pleaded with us.

Suddenly, the bodies that lay scattered on the ground began to resuscitate.

"No! This isn't possible!" the Wizard said, "I killed them,"

The witches formed a line behind Glinda then.

"Only a witch can kill a witch!" Glinda spat at him.

"Those guns! No, this guns are supposed to kill the Beast Forever!" the Wizard said, paling visibly.

"We are not the Beast Forever, you fool!" she told him.

"If not you, then what?" he asked weakly.