Staring down at the home, where his brother, the Witch Of The East, lay, dead, the West Witch growled, his anger turning to the munchkins.

"Who did this!!? I demand to know who killed my brother!!"

He growled, gripping his wand tightly, as the munchkins then moved and pointed to a young woman, standing there in fear, with the good Witch of the North, Glen, standing next to her.