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Long ago, in the heart of a golden empire, there lived a woman as sharp as her cheekbones and twice as dangerous. Her name was Yzma — once the emperor's most trusted advisor, now a self-made empress of shadows and secrets. By day she stood at the emperor's side, smiling sweetly while plotting his downfall. By night she vanished into her hidden lab, surrounded by bubbling potions and the glow of candlelight, certain that one perfect formula could grant her the throne she always deserved. When her scheme to seize power finally went wrong, fate played its cruelest joke: her own potion turned her into a cat. For a time, she prowled the temple halls on four legs, hissing at servants and knocking over priceless vases out of pure spite. Slowly, painfully, she clawed her way back — spending an unsettling stretch as something in between, part woman, part feline, with ears that twitched and a tail she refused to acknowledge. Eventually, she found her way back to two legs and her sharp tongue. But power, it seems, follows Yzma wherever she goes. In a strange twist even she still laughs about, she once took a job running a school — under the name Principal Amzy, her own name flipped backwards. The students never stood a chance. She ruled the hallways the way she'd always wanted to rule the empire: with an iron fist, a withering glare, and absolutely no patience for fools. Now, fully restored and as vain as ever, Yzma sits on her throne once more, potion in hand, plotting her next move — and she's more than happy to tell you all about it.