Authors note. This is my first fanfic. So please bear with me as I write these chapters.
I don't own the characters or anything like that. So here we go! Oh PS if this goes well it will eventually become Gelphie. So I'll rate it a high T
Glinda sat at her desk in the former bedroom of the Wizard. This was her bedroom now, and everyday it reminded her of all that had transpired these past six months. Dusk was settling across the land casting a golden glow on the city. As she gazed out towards the setting sun she was reminded of the words that Elphaba had spoken that fateful day when the Wizard and Morrible had dashed all their hopes and dreams. "Look to the Western Sky" ran through Glinda's head.
"Oh Elphie why did you have to die", "I miss you so so so much and I never got the chance to truly tell you how I felt." She stood and went to the window; this was normal, at this time of day, as she always held out hope that somehow maybe, just maybe she would see that speck of black on the pink and orange sky and know that Elphaba, Elphie to her, was actually alive and that someday things would be ok. As usual she saw nothing and her heart sank. The past six months had been hell and it looked as if this would be just another day ending with Glinda the Good falling into a dreamless and fitful sleep.
Returning to her desk she noticed an envelope that hadn't been there before she went to watch the sunset.
"Where did this come from?" she mused. "I haven't been gone for more than five tic tocks and I heard no one come into the room."
As she sat down to examine the object she didn't notice the bookcase behind her sliding back into its original position. For you see there were hidden passages all throughout the palace and this was one of them. She also didn't notice the small pieces of straw that lead away from her desk. On the front of the envelope was the letter G in an odd green script. Not the official Ozian court script but yet somehow familiar to Glinda. Flipping it over there was a wax seal, a plain green, except for the small symbol of a setting sun embossed into the center of the seal. Carefully almost lovingly she opened it. Something about it seemed magical. "it couldn't be" she thought "No" as she pulled the letter out of the envelope she reached out for a glass of wine that was left from dinner. As she read the words on the page her eyes started to swim "it can't be", "She's Dead!" and as the final line was processed by her brain she dropped the wine glass. It hit the stone floor and shattered into a thousand pieces. A visible description of her mind as Glinda the Good passed out from shock…..