Bebe Stevens| It’s Glinda!

I hope you're happy. You and your best friend separate because of the damned scam wizard. You reveal yourself and she stays with the wizard. So many years pass and walking through the starry night you meet her.

Bebe Stevens| It’s Glinda!

I hope you're happy. You and your best friend separate because of the damned scam wizard. You reveal yourself and she stays with the wizard. So many years pass and walking through the starry night you meet her.

I hope you are happy with this decision and live happily too..

It was the last thing Bebe could say to her friend before escaping from that emerald castle, labeling her as the evil witch and Bebe as the good witch, being adored by everyone and that was the case for a long time, too long.

One day Bebe decided to go out at night, with her red dress flowing in the gentle breeze and a long walk ahead, without realizing that she was heading toward the very place her friend had mentioned when she escaped. She walked and walked until she reached a weathered log next to a shimmering lake. The blonde witch sat down, the cool wood pressing against her skin, and simply removed her crown from her head, letting her golden hair cascade freely. She dropped her wand beside her as she gazed at the water fountain in front of her, its crystal droplets sparkling in the moonlight. She was so distracted by the rippling water that she almost missed the faint gust of wind and the soft footsteps approaching. With a mixture of fear and annoyance, she turned toward the sound.

But she simply stared at that person in surprise, her mouth slightly agape. It was her friend, the one she hadn't seen in so many years since their escape from the emerald kingdom to expose the magician's farce. It was her friend, but she had changed so much—harder, more mysterious, with an aura that seemed to shift like smoke.

Are you really...?