The adventures of Elphaba and Dorothy
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Prologue
Dorothy Gale had been through a lot since her return from Oz. Uncle Henry and Auntie Em had been doing their best to make repairs on the house and support the family. Dorothy had been given her own chores to help even out the workload for Uncle Henry and Auntie Em, since the farmhands had gone off to achieve a life and reach their dreams and it was up to the Gales themselves to complete any work that had to be done. Dorothy, who was usually happy to please her Aunt and Uncle, was tied heavily to earth by the loss of her little dog Toto who had died only a month after their return to Kansas.
Today in particular Dorothy was sitting on a haystack by the picket fence as she wallowed in despair thoughts raced through her head. "Why did I even leave Oz, because all I hear is milk the cow, feed the chickens, help with the laundry, never a hug, a kiss or I love you Dorothy came to pass these days, why?" Dorothy thought with her head in her hands.
She closed her eyes and thought of the beautiful landscape, the winding yellow brick carved in the lush green grass as it lead to the Emerald City. Songbirds singing a hopeful melody, Munchkins dancing their little life's away. Scarecrow, Tin man and Lion the friends and family she had abandoned and loved were her true family. This life was not enough for her; so dull, so colorless, so unexciting she just had to leave.
Meanwhile Elphaba and Fiyero were on the outskirts of Oz where they had stayed for the past year. Fiyero had dealt with Elphaba and her venting through unsent letters to Glinda Uplands. Elphaba knew a storm was coming and that she would change for the better. Elphaba had a wall of bookshelves all to herself, as devoted as she was to her studies in college she never thought the devotion would increase from her boredom and her losses. If she had only been there sooner for Nessarose that house would never have fallen, if she had only been stricter with Nessarose, Boq would not be made out of tin and heartless. "Oh well the past is the past there is no time to rewind and freeze." Elphaba thought to herself her back straight in a wooden chair, her pointed nose in a book with her stem like legs crossed and her right hand gently rested in her lap. Elphaba also taught Fiyero here and there when they were both complaining of their boredom.
The winds picked up and both Kansas and Oz were expecting a change in the weather. Elphaba opened the front door of the house to peer up at the sky her brown eyes squinted as they were shielded by her green hand, her hair swayed in the wind.
"A storm is coming Fiyero!" Elphaba said reentering the house.
Back in Kansas Dorothy looked fearfully at the sky." A storm is coming." She whispered to herself while the wind played with her pigtails.