Dorothy had finally caught Lola, but it was too late to run back, as the flaming trees had fallen behind her, blocking her path. She could see the witch just ahead, staring her down. She felt frozen by the witch's eyes, as if they turned her to stone. "So, you are the one who has caused me to become like this," said the witch. "Become like what? How did I do this to you?" Dorothy retaliated. The witch, her stare never leaving Dorothy, responded, "You have caused me to be like this because YOU KILLED MY SISTER. I was the most powerful witch in the land, and while my sister was so evil to her people, I knew not to kill her because not only did I love her so, but I had been warned by our mother that this would happen. All because she betrayed us to find greater power, even if it resulted in losing everything dear to her!" Dorothy could see tears, so clear and vivid against the gray, rotten skin, running down the witch's face. Dorothy, having nothing to defend herself, gathered up the courage to take a step forward. At this, the witch yelled out a terrible scream, fire emmiting from her hands. This caused a nearby tree to begin falling. Acting merely on instinct, Dorothy pushed the witch out of the way just in time, but not before her sister's locket had bed caught on a branch, and yanked off. Sitting up slightly, Dorothy could see a masked face being released from the locket, turning to dust in the air much like the Witch of the West in the water. At once, the fires began to diminish, and turning to the witch beside her, Dorothy saw instead a beautiful woman. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, you have saved me and my people!" The witch gave Dorothy a big hug expressing her grattitude. "I am Relinda, the Witch of the East. Is there any way I am able to repay you for freeing me from my sister's wickedness?" Dorothy, tears starting to well up in her own eyes, said, "I would like to go home."