Hi! New story!
This is based off of the amazing play, Our Country's Good. I just starred in it as Mary Brenham, who is of course Elphaba in this fic.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
An Excerpt from the Journal of Lieutenant Fiyero Tigulaar
According to Governor Diggs, we are almost out of Quadling Country. I can tell that he is right. The marshes are thinning, bit by bit. Everyone is anxious to get to the Badlands, even the convicts. Major Delva Morrible is eager to start the hangings, which we cannot do until we arrive. We have decided that a convict should act as the hangman, though we have not decided who that will be yet.
Many of the officers have taken up with the convicts. I generally disapprove of this practice, but I never say that, because Private Nessarose Thropp is my friend, and she has many rendezvous' with the prisoner Boq Smitta. Major Morrible isn't fond of Nessa, since everything has to be accommodated for Nessa's wheelchair. Major Morrible isn't really fond of anyone, except maybe Captain Camball.
We have a few Animal prisoners with us: Albress Dillamond, convicted for opposing Her Majesty's Animal Adverse laws. He used to teach at Shiz; I believe I had him for history class. He is a rather young Goat, quite attractive – for a Goat. And we also have a Monkey, Chistery. His crimes were not made clear to me, though I suspect it was just simply being an Animal. Personally, I think Ozma's decrees against the Animals are foolish, but of course I would never say that aloud. Major Morrible would probably grind me up to put in her tea!
Pfanee Mordam was flogged yesterday for being impertinent to Captain Camball. She has long been fishing for it.
Nessa isn't the only Thropp in this wagon train. Her father, Frexspar Thropp the Godly, is here as our moral guide, even though His Excellency, Governor Diggs, thinks he is an ass. I happen to agree. But the most fascinating Thropp aboard is Nessa's elder sister, Elphaba. She was arrested in the Emerald City for theft and black witchcraft. And sweet Oz, the girl is green! When I first saw her, I thought it was a trick of the light, but she is truly grass green! But, in spite of that, or maybe because of it, the convict Thropp is beautiful, in a sense. Her sister and father shun her, I guess for good reason, but Glinda Upland, the perjurer, has latched onto the green girl like glue!
Earlier today, I helped Nessa whip Avaric Tenmeadows for assault. 50 lashes. The other convicts seemed greatly disturbed by this.
I hope we get to the Badlands soon. I miss Sarima and our dear boy, Irij. Hopefully nothing is the matter with them.
Well, I'm off to get a whisky, if Captain Camball hasn't already depleted our entire supply. Oz, is that man ever sober?
Hope you liked it. Thanks for reading!
Cheers,
Elle Dottore
