The Memoirs of Zuzanna

Both Almira and Dorothy are walking through the arena as the meeting it about to start.

Placing the false birth certificates into her bag as she deeply sign from her interaction with Emma.

Next to Dorothy who's rubbing her head, she sees Almira looking beyond pissed from what Dorothy did back in at the Witchcrafter.

"Mrs..."

"Shut it!" Almira quickly shut her down.

"I can..."

"Shut it!"

"But..."

"Dorothy, I swear to God that if you mentioned money one more time, I'm gonna smack you again!" Almira didn't bother looking at her as they're walking around.

They stop at one of the nose bleed seats.

Almira angrily cast a firefly light ball while still not looking at Almira.

"Just follow the firefly, sit there, shut up and listen."

"Mrs..."

"What did I just said, Dorothy Gardner?"

Dorothy felt the anger and frustration of Almira. She follows the firefly then slowly walk towards her seat.

Almira then angrily walk down to her side of the arena, muttering herself about the situation and complaining that she had to buy Lorona an item, pay for three girls tickets, and now millions of dollars worth of one girl.

While she's walking down to her seat with the veteran independent Witches that had live as long as she did but not that many compared to Witches that woke from this century alone. She's doing calculations;

Waldorf-Astoria Chicago, $721 for one night.

Magical Girl Tickets, $10,000 each times 3 to make it $30,000, then the additional $30,000.

Lorona's Locket Purchase, $950.

Witchcrafter Birth Certificates, $3000.

And now Abbie's Freedom Bill, $16,000,000.

In total, she ended up paying $16,064,671.

She went into a bathroom, then cast a silence spell in one of the stalls then start screaming like there's no tomorrow without causing a scene.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA COVER 16 MILLION?! AND WHERE THE HELL CAN I STEAL THAT MUCH MONEY?! DAMN IT MARGE! IF I DON'T SEE YOU CHIPPING IN, I AM GONNA SELL YOU AND THE REST OF THE VICTORIA DAMES OUT! ABBIE IS YOUR APPRENTICE, AND IT SHOULD BE YOUR PROBLEM, NOT MINE! I HAD TO STEAL A RICH ASSHOLE AS IT IS, AND IF I TRY TO HACKED INTO ONE OF THE MAGICAL GIRLS ACCOUNTS, IT'LL BE TRACED TO ME!"

Almira sat onto the toilet, thinking about what to do next to calm herself down.

"Damn it, Dorothy! I know that you want to keep Abbie away from the Nazis, but I can't pull an Anne Frank where can I escape this situation from the skin of my teeth."

Shaking her head.

"I just can't. I just can't. I... just... can't...!"

She start remembering her time back during the Invasion of Poland 1939 of September. As Zuzanna Kowalski, a middle-age Polish woman. Away from her elderly look from Kansas that Dorothy once knew.

Zuzanna is trying to fly through the woods on her broom as she's being chased down by a couple of Witches under the Nazi flag.

Flying and dodging most of the spells that had been cast towards her. She sees the open field as she's about to reach it, one of the spells managed to hit her that send her rolling on her side with her hand tips only touch the sunny field.

Sitting up then realize that she's about to be tackled down. Scared for her life, she flick for her Wand then try to defend herself with random blasts towards them.

From the far distance that has two piercing red eyes staring back at her with a few rays of sunlight are in between them.

Afraid for her life, she tries to make the break for it but a spell that pierced her shoulders, feels like fangs of a wolf. Pulls her back, deep into the woods till she had been grab by the throat by a wolf's arm.

Holding Almira up as she's being choked, the red eyes walk into the sunlight rays as it reveal to be Frieda Reinhard with a wolf's arm that appear to be a spell.

In German, "My, my! What do we have here?"

The other Nazi Witches cackled from the dark forest as Almira is barely surviving.

"Do we have a Jew? Trying to run away from her liberation?" Frieda laughs.

"Oi!"

A voice call out then Frieda turns to it.

A couple of regal looking Witches with the English flag came by to save Zuzanna.

Casting a much more powerful that send Frieda flying back, forcing her to let Zuzanna go.

"Get away from here, young lady!" An English Witch reveal to be Marge.

A fight happen between the Nazi Witches and now reveal the Victorian Dames.

Both Frieda and Marge had cut their palms then use the blood to fire a firework in the skies with their Guild Crests, declaring a Guild War.

A small fire fight happen in the woods as Zuzanna flies away from the scene, but still being hunted down by a couple of wolves. Zuzanna continue to cast spells at them as she's flying away.

1940 Germany, a year later.

Zuzanna flies with a small group of Witches of an Anti-Nazi Witch Militia that local Jewish Witches had form, she had join this group as part of a resistance. While flying, they had been engaged by a small group of the Nazi Witches at the time in a mixture of a spell and gun fight.

A group of 10 Anti-Nazi Witch Militia, and 3 Familiars against around 30 Nazi Witches, and 40 Wolf Familiars.

Quickly being overpower as the 3 Familiars had been mauled by the Nazi Familiars.

Trying to get the group leader, Zuzanna tries to get to their brooms as their numbers start falling. Placing the leader on the broom, Zuzanna got on but as they're making their way out of the battlefield, Zuzanna noticed that the entire unit of 70 didn't move.

Blood splattered from in front of Zuzanna then turns to see that Frieda had killed the leader of the group.

"My, my! Aren't you the little coward who left last year?" Frieda mocks.

Zuzanna saw the front of the broom had also been destroyed, she makes the run to the side. At the houses nearby.

"A coward back then, a coward now." Frieda laughs then cackled.

Turn the unit. "Don't kill this one. Let's have ourselves some little fun." Licking her lips then turned into a Nazi Werewolf.

A blonde wolf with piercing red eyes that Zuzanna looked back to see.

Made her way into the barn house then lock herself in it. As she's barricading herself inside of the barn house, she start hearing mocking, distorted noises of her fallen comrades.

Shadows are pounding on the windows and the walls of the barn house that Zuzanna kneel down out of panic till the noises stop.

Looking around to see if everything is clear. Looking up, she saw Frieda's wolf eyes piercing down then had a bloody smile that's brighter than the smile itself.

Zuzanna start screaming as Frieda dives down to grab her. Tossing her around the barn house, then treat her like a rag doll and a maul victim.

In German, "I love it when a coward show off her true color."

Zuzanna barely staying up till she finally passed out.

"The Fuhrer shall approve my Witch Camp, and she'll be my first."

1944 undisclosed concentration camp for Witches.

Zuzanna currently doing hard labor on a thunderous day with the darken skies looming over them all.

Nothing but a vacant expression as she does her word. Lips shaken as she tries to speak but afraid.

Her number is written on her wrist. All she does is nothing but hard labor, and with special bracelets that bind their fingers up with wires, to prevent them on snapping for their Wands.

Her hands are nothing but bruised and have wire markings, as all she can hear is despair.

The Allied Witches attack the camp. The Witches battle made the camp into a war zone and managed to let the finger binds to let of all of the Witches go.

Zuzanna saw her chance to make the break for it.

Looking around as she saw Marge again with multiple Witches fighting both on the ground and air.

Grabbing a broom, she and a hand full of Witches made their way out of the camp. About to leave to the sky, and beyond the cloud in order to hide behind the thunder to escape.

But the thunderous clouds had reveal to be Witches, casting spells onto one another and engage into a fire fight.

Zuzanna barely dodges as she dives down with a Nazi Witch following her.

Barely cast a spell that knocks the Nazi Witch down but thanks to the spell, Zuzanna didn't noticed that she had crash into a make shift church.

Rolling onto the floor then notice a door to the basement.

Slowly getting up, Zuzanna saw a Rabbi and a couple of people in the church.

He quickly saw the numbers then welcomes Zuzanna. Throughout that day, the Rabbit and the people had aided her till the Nazi Witches attack the little town.

Out of instincts, Zuzanna pushed the Rabbi and pushing people down in order make her way into the basement. Casting a spell to hold the door to prevent anyone to enter.

Frieda enter the building.

"I'm looking for a Witch. Can someone please tell me where I can find the Witch who came into this Church. If you surrender her now, I'll promise to you all that nobody will be torture to death."

The Rabbi didn't want to look back, but he walk up to Frieda.

"My child. There was no Witch that came to this Church. If there was a Witch, God himself would had done something about it. So may you please leave this Church."

Smiles at him. Walking up to him. "God himself doing something about it? I believe God made the Fuhrer, his next chosen champion. So please tell me where the Witch is?"

The Rabbi was tempted but stood his ground. "And what happen if we did told you where this Witch is?"

Frieda find it funny. "Then a quick and painless death shall happen."

"But you said..."

"I only said torture to death. I didn't say we'll spare you all from it." Frieda chuckled. "You think you Jews deserve to live?"

The Rabbi found it offensive.

"Then I guess you all shall be tortured then."

Frieda turned around then order whatever Nazi Witches that came to town to do her work.

True to her word, everyone in that town had died in torture.

Zuzanna back crawl of the basement boards, hearing people dying upstair as she had let them all to die to the hands of the Nazi Witches that went out throughout the night.

Nothing but screaming, crying, begging for mercy.

Pressing her hands over her ears while telling herself that she's sorry and start a Hebrew prayer in Old Prussian as the victims blood start pouring through the boards and onto Zuzanna.

Zuzanna then remembered a small storm in the Kansas and had cast a hurricane storm from underneath the make shift church that nearly knock her out and thus killing everyone else nearby.

Waking up after what felt like she had knocked out for days, she was being carried by the American soldiers that came to take her to a medical tent, they're telling her that she survived the battle.

She grab the soldier, speaking in Polish, telling the soldier that she isn't a survivor.

Kept repeating that to herself till back to the present.

Almira wipe away the sweat and tears then look at her wrist to see her number that she had hide it away from the general public as a Witch. She managed to held herself up to hear that the Meeting is about to start.

"Alright, Dorothy."

She open up the stall door as she decided to help her out on this mission of hers. She made her numbers disappeared.

"After the meeting, let's see what I can do for you."