Project: Melt-Gift-Adrianna-6-17-2013

"Hurry up my beauties." Adrianna snapped at her servants. They were polishing her crystal ball, propped right up in the center of the room. The shined it furiously for want of not being punished. They finished and stepped back, bowing their heads as they did so. She waved off the servant girl who was tying up her long blonde hair into a braid and stood up, and stepped forward to inspect their labor and as she did, her brow furrowed. She raised a gloved finger to one of the servants and made the come here motion. He meekly complied and stepped up beside her. She moved pointed her finger at a blemish on the surface of the crystal.
"Could you please tell me what this is?" she grinned devilishly. The servant was too frightened to answer. "It's a spot. A spot you missed." She answered, still grinning. "Well you had better clean it before I get angry hadn't you?" She said, smacking him over the head with her broom. The servant did as he was told as Adrianna moved back to her chair, ushering the girl to continue braiding.
The servants finished their work and waited again for her approval. The servant girl finished with the witch's hair, and shyly handed her, her coned hat, which the witch placed on her head. "Not bad my pretty. You may go." The servant girl did not hesitate and scampered from the room. As she opened the doors to make her exit, the witch called for her slave guards to enter. They complied as she gestured for them to grab the two polishers. "Take them do the dungeon if you would, and don't let them out until next week." She cackled. The guards followed her orders, and marched with the polishers in hand, from the room.
Pleased with herself, she stood up to peak into her crystal ball. For the moment she saw nothing but her pale face stare back at her. She was taken aback when she heard a noise in the room with her and turned to find a servant sweeping the floor. "Oh, you haven't finished yet?" She asked in a harsh tone. The servant shook his blonde head. "Since we are no longer allowed to wash the floor, sweeping takes a long time, if you want the job done properly." he replied, not looking her in the eye. She harrumphed in response. She would not allow the servants to wash anything besides the kitchen, which she never entered. She had learned from her great aunts mistake. No water, anywhere near her. "Well hurry up." she snapped. She continued to gaze into the crystal ball.
Her concentration was a broken by a thunder clap. Off in the distance a storm was brewing. "Quite a storm it looks like." said the servant. The witch flashed him a wicked glare causing him to look down back at his work. She lifted up her broom again and moved towards him.
"Forgive me, but I'm blanking on a name." She said coldly. Her looked her in the eye and stuttered out: "James."
"Well James..." She lifted her broom up high and began to thwack him with it. "No... more... idle... chatter!" She screamed, bringing her broom down upon him between every word. He fell to his knees and but his hands up in defense.
"I'm sorry mistress, it'll never happen again!" He cried. The witch let out a cackle as she whopped him on the head one last time.
"Are you are pathetic aren't you? A grown man cowering in fear from a broom?" her cackled was high pitched and very shrill. Done with her fun, she moved back to her crystal ball and began to peer into its murky depths while James returned to his feet and continued sweeping.
He moved around the room, sweeping away all the while. However, when he reached a spot in front of one of her thick glass windows, he stopped. This did not go unnoticed. "That's funny, the sweeping stopped. Could it be it's wielder wishes for another lesson in servitude?"
"But Mistress, I found something." he replied, over the sound of the window beginning to rattle. She did not turn to face him.
"Is it something worth joining you little friends in the dungeon for?" She smiled. Trying not to laugh. He shook his head.
"It's a note." was his reply. Adrianna rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
"Well bring it over here you fool." she barked, still not facing him.
"But it's nailed into the window." he said, in a very pathetically low voice.
"Well, then what does it say?" She asked in the manner an adult talking down to a child.
"I can't read mistress." he said taking a step back. Adrianna got to her feet with hands on hips.
"You idiots are more trouble then you're worth." she growled through gritted teeth. She glided towards the window, gracefully for a wicked witch as James began to make his exit. She snapped the doors shut with her fingers and then began to wave her index finger in the naughty fashion. "Tsk tsk tsk. Leaving so soon my dear? Get back to your work before I get really cross." she said in a snide tone. He complied though he kept an eye on her as he did so. The window began to shake and it began to sprinkle, but the witch paid no mind. As long as the window was latched, there was no problem and the latches were always locked. She reached for the note impaled by the nail pulled the note from it leaving the nail where it was planted. She unraveled the note and read aloud:

Remember Dorothy

The witch let out another harrumph. And crinkled up the paper and tossed it away. "That wasn't a very smart thing to do my slave." She smiled. He had stopped sweeping and only stood there staring at his mistress. "I hope you aren't too fond of your legs.: She cackled. The window began to shake violently as Adrianna raised a hand to curse. But before a word could leave her lips, the window burst open, bringing with it a deluge of rain. The witch was standing to close to the door and let out a confused shriek as she was drenched with water. She backed away from the rain's bitter touch and whirled around to face her slave, eyes filled with terrified confusion. Every inch of her was covered in glistening water causing her beautiful hair to stick to her wet flesh. Her black dress was also weighed down with so much water as to render it firmly planted on the ground, her feet barely poking out from beneath the waterlogged fabric. He lip began to wobble as she let out in a whimpering voice: "You... what did you do?" It was almost a whisper, but it was caked with fear at what was to come. She raised trembling fingers to her lips as her eyes began to dart around frantically. Her eyes began to water as she looked down at herself. Her body seemed smaller. "What's happening to me?" she asked in confusion. She was so stunned at what had happened that her thoughts did not line up properly. In fact she could barely speak as she was so shocked at what was happening to her. She noticed that smoke or maybe steam was beginning to roll off of her hands, or maybe it was from underneath her sleeves. It began to waft up from her collar as well. She was very near tears as she looked back down at her feet. Nothing was remarkable about her shoes, but her thick black and orange stockings seemed off. As if there was suddenly less in them. "What? What is happening what did you do?” She screamed. As she looked back up at James, though her vision was slightly obscured as her hat had sunken a little lower. Steam continued to roll off of the witch’s stockings as closer to the toes, they began to shrivel. The witch could not believe what was happening to herself. "No! It can't be! Not to me! This can't happen to me! I’m melting!” Her fingers were twitching and jerking frantically as she flung them away from her face as she began to sink even lower. “Melting” She moaned more to herself it seemed than to the slave who was now staring unblinkingly at Adrianna. Her socks began to shrivel and flatten as her feet were now melted. They began to twist backwards as steam flew upwards from them so quickly that her view of them began to obscure. The witch swayed down as she began rolling her hands back and forth in front of her face, she was crying now Tears streaming down her face rolling from her chin and causing her face to become blotchy. The witch’s dress now began to bloat up and billow as the steam was more powerful than it looked, though the rim of her dress stayed firmly on the ground as it was to heavy with the water to stir. The witches cape began to do this as well, bloating up behind her giving her a rounded feel as she was sinking into a mass of steaming cloth. “Why? Why did you melt me? She crewed in a trembling voice.  The dress had bloated over the witches feet obscuring them even more from view. "A slave! A slave has done this to me. I never thought it would end like this, I'm melting! She  sounded so scared as tears poured from her eyes. “Adrianna met her end at the hand of a lowly servant! Who would have thought!" She was waist height now. Her hat was so low over her head that her eyes could hardly be seen. “I was beautiful. I was powerful, but now it's all washing away because of you!" She cried. “Why? Why was I destroyed so soon!" Her dress and cape had spread all about her as she continued to sink into it. “All of my beautiful wickedness! All of my work ruined!” she cried as she leaned back and looked upwards trying to see the face of her slave. She screamed and then cried, “Oh lookout!” flinging her hands up but this time only to cover her face. “I don't want to go” she whimpered. “I don't want to die!" She cried. Then she could only cry as she sunk below her dress, all that was showing of her was her shiny blonde hair and soon that disappeared beneath her hat as well. She sobbed and sobbed though the slave did not care. "Melting." she gasped through the tears and with a final sob, the steam subsided as the clothes fell gently flat upon the ground as her liquidated form evaporated into smoke and there was nothing left of the witch Adrianna.  

James walked over to the window and shut it with a smile on his face, latching the glass shut. The latch he had loosened in the first place. He then turned and knelt down beside the witches remains and lifted up her shriveled and steaming hat. He took it with him as he left the room and walked to the balcony overlooking the courtyard. All eyes turned to him as he held the hat aloft for all to see.
"The Witch of Chains in no more! We are free!" he shouted, his voice immediately drowned out by the hoard of a newly freed people.