Hello all, and welcome. Yes, this is my first venture into the writing of a fanfiction, and the plot line is actually coming pretty slowly to me. But I don't want you to be nice, I want you to be critical, so please refrain from sugarcoating if you decide to make a review. Thanks. Oh and I apologize if anything is spelled wrong, I do use spellcheck but even that fails me sometimes. Sadly, Wicked and all of it's wonderfulness is not mine. Locasta's name isn't even mine, it's L. F. Baum's. All I own is the plot, and the occasional OC, if there are any.
Locasta had a good life. She hailed from a wealthy Gillikin family, grew up happily, went to a good school and received a good education in sorcery, as she had always dreamed. At the young age of 20, she had married the love of her life, and had, to the horror of her parents, decided to up and move into Quadling Country, as Quadling lifestyle had always fascinated her. She lived 2 happy years there with her husband, until one day a pair of all too familiar shoes arrived for her in an unmarked package. Believing that they must be from her parents, she opted to wear them whenever possible, even though they seemed far too ornate to be worn around in the marshes. It wasn't long after that Locasta became deathly ill. Her husband took her back to Gillikin, searching for more advanced treatment. But nothing could save her. Still, she died content, surrounded by family and friends who loved her. She was put to rest at the age of 23, in Quadling Country, as she had requested, with those shoes still on her feet. That was the end of that, as people had so thought. 5 years later her grave was dug up, to be widened so her husband, who had accidentally fallen into the path of an oncoming train just outside of Traum, could be buried with her. What everyone had expected to find was a slightly rotting corpse, intact in a coffin probably full of holes. What NOBODY had expected to find was a burnt and damaged coffin, with no contents whatsoever. "Quadlings", some people said, trying to push the blame on SOMEONE. "Animals", said still more. Whatever the cause of the corpse's disappearance, one thing was clear. Magic had been involved, and the body would never be found again.
This is, of course, just a small little prelude. Larger chapters to come, hopefully.
Review if you want, but please give an honest oppinion, I can take any hard critisism. Just no flaming, if your going to give ana opinion as to why it's bad, or good even, please back it up.