She was young then. That night outside the Philosophy Club. But then again, I knew it was her. How many other green children are there roaming about? And I had predicted her greatness. And the sisters of course, for the future of Oz rested upon the shoulders of two sisters. Not one.
I followed her to Shiz. It wasn't a difficult task. Cabbage green and afraid of the rain. She needed to remain alive. Both her and Nessarose as it were remained under the watchful eye of the haggard old maid who'd come to me years before.
Elphaba gave me the slip when she traveled to the Emerald City with Galinda. Although I admire her ambition, it was a fool thing to do. She wasn't playing by the cards. He sister, however, was going along as she should. That made things a right side better for me than searching for that damned green girl.
Got herself mixed up with the wrong crowd. The Underground. Poor Fiyero wasn't supposed to find her either, but that went up in smoke like last nights firewood. She was supposed to rid Oz of the Wizard, not Madame Morrible. How foolish of her. Especially since he was her father. But serves her right to go out to Kiamo Ko and try to bare he soul to that widow. The Grimmerie waited for her there.
Yakal. A demon.
Yakle. Controller of Elphaba's fate.
She had her assumptions. Especially when she met up with me at the mauntery. And hardly had anyone expected her to spend seven years there. Especially after the "birth" of Liir. But when she found the Grimmerie, she forgot old Yackle and moved on to the Dorothy girl.
Goddess of Gifts. Second Coming of Lurline.
There were rumors. As there will always be. But she accomplished the killing of Nessarosse. Flying houses? Munchkinlanders would have their questions, but that oppressive witch was gone. They hadn't a care.
Except for the sister. She had taken all of Oz by storm. Searching she was. But Dorothy came to her. And that is where history halted. The farm girl had killed them both. And old Mother Yackle is still in this Mauntery, waiting. For Liir.