AN: I've had this story typed up since October, but the stupid website has never let me upload it. Until just now, when I figured out a way to publish this! Yay! This story might be kind of bad (And it's also really short, I know); it's the first thing I've ever written. So please review and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not, nor will I ever, own Wicked.


She looked down at the crowd of Ozians before her. They danced about giddily and cried out "She's dead! The witch of the west is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was, the enemy of all of us here in Oz, is dead!"

Witch.

Wicked.

Enemy.

Dead.

Dead.

The words rang through her ears and startled her. These weren't words that described Elphaba. They described a fake Elphaba, their vision of her that wasn't true. They never knew who the real Elphaba was, and they never would. But she did. It broke her heart to hear these people say such horrid things about her friend. Elphaba was a wonderful, smart, fiery, fun, brave, misunderstood girl, but the people could never see past her skin. It was this that cut her life short.

An anger she had never experienced before bubbled up inside her until she couldn't hold it back any longer.

These people had killed her friend.

Killed.

Killed.

Killed.

Elphaba was dead, the only friend she ever had that mattered. The only friend who saw her for who she was, not some just some blonde, flirty, girl. And she could see past Elphaba's green skin to the person inside that never had a chance to get out.

Now, She never would have a chance to get out, to show the world who she really was. Because these people had murdered her.

Murdered.

Murdered.

Murdered.

She realized how brave Elphaba was to give up her life… but why? Why? She hadn't been told why, for some reason. Was she tired of living, Or did she know that she would be caught sooner or later? Why would she give up so easily, after everything she worked for in the past several years? What was it that caused her to stand before the Ozians and watch them laugh at her as she slowly shrunk into nothing but a small puddle of Green liquid? And she, Glinda, had stood off to the side and watched. She had watched as the only person that cared about her died painfully. It was that day that Glinda realized there is nothing worse then watching a best friend die, not even the death of yourself.

She turned her head up and looked out across the sky, as far as she could see. The daylight was dissolving into darkness and a few stars could be seen on the endless sheet of deep blue. One star was especially bright; it outshone the others and called her attention to it. She stared straight at it and whispered softly, "All right Elphaba, I'm looking to the western sky".