This has always been one of my favourite types of stories but I notice not many people actually do them. I've found only one so far for this musical so far so I've decided that it's time for change that. I've never woven tale from a musical back ground before so you may have to bare-with me and correct me along the way. I claim not credit for any on the music or characters mentioned, all right to their respective owners. Hopefully you'll enjoy. SS
Chapter one –
The sun bore down through the stain glass window of the library leaving swirling, flickering patterns on the dusty floor. All was quiet, except for the muffled shuffle of the head librarian's shoes as she hobble along down the aisles, the speak of wheels and rattle of the book cart she pushed in front on her and the gentle rustle of a page being turned over a slim emerald hand in the far corner of the gigantic room. A loose, ebony curl fell down across her face as she turned her head and stretched into a more comfortable position sat in the hard arm chair, nestled between a huge floor to ceiling bookshelf and the window. The silence lasted for a moment more, before…THUD!
The library door swung open with surprising force by the lithe figure the stormed thorough them, creating such a racket that the librarian nearly fell over in surprise. "Elphieeeeeee!" A high pitched squeal ran around the empty space causing the person hidden among the walls of books to cringe at the volume of the call. She estimated that if she was lucky she had approximately fifteen minutes before her blond friend could get all the from the entrance to her favourite hiding spot that she'd caught her in every time previously.
Sighing, she quickly finished the last chapter of the book in her hands before closing her book marker in it and placing in it her bag. It turns out her timing had been exactly right. No sooner had she stood, placed her bag back onto her shoulder and stretched, working the kinks out of her back, she saw a familiar flash of gold hair and pink fabric round the corner and race towards her. She barely had a second to grab a hold of the shelf in time to steady herself before she was nearly knocked over in a bone crushing hug as well as defended by the high pitched shrieks that came from the petite blond that she was pretty sure was currently squeezing the life out of her.
"Umm…Glin?" She finally managed to croak out. "Hmm?" Came the reply. "Do you think you could let go of me now? I'm beginning to have a little trouble breathing." The perky blond released her immediately. "Opss, sorry!" A relieved breathe escaped the green girls lips while her room-mate straightened out her dress that had begun ridding further up her body and become slightly crumpled during her journey up the stairs. Both girls paused to look one another up and down. Elphaba noticed the tear stain decorating her friend's cheeks, more visible there in the slightly dimmed light that it would be outside in the bright daylight, the slightly smudged eye make-up and many other little tell-tale signs that she had learned to pick up on after sharing a room with the girl for several months that she had been crying.
"Glin?" She asked gently. The blond immediately started snivelling in reply. "Galinda what's wrong?" This time she wasn't prepared for her friend to launch herself at her at grab her in yet another, arm dislocating embrace. This embarrassment lasted another full minute before Galinda finally sobbed out, "Its Fiyero! He's been acting so strange recently. He's been really quite, and distant, and moodified, and he's been thinking!"
She let go of her friend again who staggered for a moment before finding her balance again. The blond didn't notice. "We just went for lunch at the Withered Rose and he was so nervous the whole time, he wouldn't even look me in the eye! I just got so fed up with it all that as soon as it was over I came straight here to find you! I knew you be in here cus this is where you always are and… and…" She finally gave up on words and just settled for something between hiccups and sobs. Elphaba gave the other girls shoulder a gentle squeeze, ignoring the fluttering feeling in her stomach that kept up whenever Fiyero's name was mentioned. She still remembered that incident in the poppy field couple of weeks ago very well. After a couple of minutes, Galinda finally managed to get a hold of herself and stopped blubbering long enough to realize that her make-up was probably a running mess, immediately flipping out a compact mirror and tissue from her bag and started dabbing around her eyes to fix it. When she'd finally finished she breathed deeply and shared a watery smile with her friend. Elphaba offered her an arm.
"Come on then. Never mind about him, let's go and get some decent lunch before the canteen starts to get busy." The two made their way back down the stairs and across the lobby, Elphaba shooting the librarian an apologetic look over Galinda's head as they went, receiving a sympathetic one in return while the perky blond, who'd already recovered from her brief melt down, chattered on aimless beside her. Neither one of them noticed a small, slender black shape emerge from the darkest part of the shadows cast by the looming book shelves, like a rat from a drain and scuttle across the carpet behind them.
Both girls had barely gotten one foot out of the heavy wooden doors when Galinda was sent lurching forward with a surprised shriek as a tiny black blur shot out past them, bushing deliberately against her ankle as it did so, making Elphaba grab onto her friends wrist to steady her.
"Sweet Oz!" Galinda gasped, clutching her free hand to her chest as her eyes narrowed in terror. "Was that a rat!?"
Elphaba glanced ahead of them where a small black cat sat on the path a few yards away and barely had time to register the creature before it suddenly narrowed its unnaturally icy blue eyes and lunched forward , its long feathery ebony fur and slender legs growing steadily longer with each stride it took towards them.
"Get back inside!" She shouted, shoving Galinda in forward in the direction of the doors. She took a couple of stumbling steps after her, hearing the swish of the ancient doors closing quickly behind them, but just not fast enough it seemed, as the light footsteps that chased them continued to sound.
Elphaba stood in front on Galinda and spun round, magic crackling between her fingers, ready to protect her friend and herself from whatever the strange cat-like creature was, that had suddenly confronted them out of nowhere. Her already widened eyes stretched grew another centimeter further when she suddenly found her face inches away from not that of a cat, but a young girl, with impossibly pale, milky skin, silky raven curls and the same unnaturally cold, water coloured eyes, glaring back at her not with malice, but a sort of guarded wariness. Before Elphaba could so much as choke out a shout, the girl drew her velvet covered arm out with the edge of her thick black cloak in hand and threw herself over the top of the two frightened girls, knocking Elphaba over in the process, wiping her cloak around them until it all three were covered and falling through the floor in a flash of shadows and then, just like that were gone, without so much as a scream.
The first thing Elphaba felt was the hot flush of pain that shot up her sides as she hit the ground, forearms skidding painfully against an unbearably cold stone floor, Galinda's petite form squirming underneath her waist, lying diagonally to her. A deafeningly high-pitched scream that could of probably shattered glass if there were any around followed almost straight away, making Elphaba's ears ring and she took a moment to shake her head to clear it despite their situation. When Galinda's kicking did not stop, she rolled off of her groggily and staggered unsteady to her feet before offering her a hand. Galinda, who had finally stopped screaming, took it and pulled herself up ungracefully, instinctively positioning herself behind her more powerful friend, glancing around the dim, chilly space nervously.
"Elphie, wh-where are we?" She shivered in her thin, pink, cotton sun dress. "I don't know." Was all she could reply with as she cautiously scanned their new environment, rattled but doing her best to mask it for Galinda's sake. Galinda turned to look at her as though she had grown a second head. "What do you mean you don't know?" She shrieked! It was very rare for her unusual friend not actually have any clue at all in any situation. Elphaba sighed. "I mean that unfortunately I'm just as lost as you are right now, my pretty." Galinda stammered dumbly. "But….but… what just happened? Where ARE we?" Elphaba resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her friends questions despite the fact she had just pointed out that she knew as much as she did, which clearly if she was asking her these things she didn't, but held back knowing that her friend was probably just as scared as she was right now.
Instead she turned to survey their surroundings. They were in a large stone corridor, with no windows, lit instead by a line of single light-bulbs that hung down from the ceiling, a few meters apart, lit slims blue candles place on little ledges sticking from the walling in between. The corridor had to be between forty to fifty yards long, ten yards across, with thick wooden doors nestled between beautifully crafted white stone arches stood proudly at either end going taking up all the space between the walls, save for a meter on each end and going all the way up, stopping just a couple of feet short of the domed ceiling which was about five meter high from its tallest point in the center.
"Well wherever we are, the decorator certainly has good taste." She joked, hoping to ease the thick build of tension ever so slightly. She was interrupted from her study by a frightened bleating that echoed down the hall, no sooner than she had finished speaking, and a shadow on the floor not far from them cast by the gap between the candles and the lights sudden rose up from the floor like a wave of an black ocean, causing the girls to throw themselves back against the closest wall, away from it. The darkness quickly turned to fabric, and the strange girl wiped her cloak out away from her body and the figure on the ground beneath, pausing momentarily to look up at the trembling girls before stepping away from her latest victim. She then spun round and carried on down the corridor as though nothing more than normal had happened, for all they knew this WAS normal for her to be kidnapping people and spiriting them away to her underground lair, wrapping her cloak back around her as she went, before dissolving into shadows again, as though she had never been there. The two frightened young women stared after her for a moment before they could finally tear their gaze away from the direction the phantom had vanished from, to the figure lying sprawled out on the cold, dusty floor before them. Elphaba gasped when she recognized her favourite ex-teacher.
"Doc-Doctor Dillamound?" The old goat looked up at her, gradually coming to his senses. "Miss Elphaba?"
Elphaba yanked her hand free from her friend and rushed over to help the Goat to his feet.
"Did that strange girl take you as well?" She asked him worriedly as he swayed slightly on his hooves. It took a moment for him to reply.
"Y-yes. She did. I assume that's what happened to you two as well then, I take it?" He finally managed to find firm footing, allowing Elphaba, who nodded in reply along with Galinda, to let go of him.
They didn't have to wait long for company. In a flash on darkness, a cold breeze blew through the hall, causing the light-bulbs to sway, the candles to flicker and in that temporary pitch of blackness that appeared around the trio, the strange spirit reappeared right in between them and released her next victim, throwing him roughly at Elphaba who attempted and failed miserably to catch him, making the two of them go down in a spinning tangle of arms and legs before disappearing just as quickly.
Fiyero's dirty blond hair glowed lightly in the dimmed light as he raised himself up on his elbows, one hand rubbing the side of his temple as though he'd been hit there.
"Wha-what happened?" He asked groggily. "One minute I'm tripping over my own feet, running from Horrible in the yard, then next thing I know, I felt someone grab my shirt and I'm going head first down this creepy black hole and…."
He'd come around enough now to notice his surrounds and suddenly noticed, surprised, that he was still lead practically on top of someone. He started even more when he realized exactly WHO he was lying on top of.
"Elphaba! Oh hi, I umm…" He stuttered nervously, his face very close to her own, his mind most preoccupied with how much even pretty she seemed this close up than he remembered the last time he'd spoken to her, alone together in the poppy field after Dr. Dillamound's last class. Brown and blue eyes caught and quickly became lost in each other.
It was a moment before said Goat coughed lightly into his hoof to gain their attention. It suddenly clicked in both their minds at the same moment what an intimate position they were in and in as quick as a flash, Fiyero jumped to feet, offering a hand to Elphaba, both of whom were suddenly very grateful for the dimming light that hid most of their matching blushes.
Galinda failed to notice this, as she was too busy watching as the others as the rest of the hall had begun to fill up rather rapidly with other members of their family and from their school. Dr. Dillamound visibly flinched when madam Morrible's rage filled voice boomed down the corridor.
"WHERE AM I? I DEMAND WHATEVER TERRIBLE EXCUSE FOR A SORCERER WHO BROUGHT ME HERE TO REVEL THEMSELVES AT ONCE!"
All the other people in the space around her flinched as she screech rang in their ears. Elphaba gasped in concern when she spotted her sister Nessa perched precariously on an empty candle ledge not far off from Morrible and nearly raced over to join her until she saw a swirl of black fabric appear and deposit her father in front of a horrified Nessa, before disappearing yet again. The governor stumbled to his feet, almost tripping on the edge of his robes, his face turned purple in rage when his eyes fell upon his youngest daughter sat looking frightened at him, without the wheeled chair she'd come to depend on all her life and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
"NESSAROSE! Oh my poor sweet child! What is Oz names are you doing in this awful place! Why aren't you in your chair? How did you get here? Where's your sister?"
Questions were spilling out of his mouth at a hundred miles an hour as he leaned in and scooped her up into his arms in one swift motion. At the last one his concerned frown quickly tuned into a seething glare and his eyes scanned the room. Elphaba could FEEL her father's eye's narrow even further when they found what they were searching for and she nearly shuddered under his intense gaze. Galinda didn't miss this either and reached out taking her friends hand, giving it a light squeeze in a silent comfort. It wasn't that Elphaba wasn't expecting it but it still made her flinch when his angry voice blasted down the hall like thunder towards her.
"ELPHABA GET OVER HERE NOW AND PROTECT YOUR SISTER! HOW DARE YOU JUST LEAVE HER HERE ON HER OWN IN SUCH A TERRIBLE PLACE! DO YOU JUST EXPECT HER TO GET UP AND WALK TO YOU HERSELF?"
Elphaba gave Galinda an apologetic smile before taking two timid steps forward when her father shouted again.
"I SAID GET OVER HERE NOW! DO YOU EXPECT YOUR SISTER TO LOOK AFTER HERSELF?"
At this, a flicker of emotion somewhere between hurt, embarrassment and indignity flash briefly across the crippled girls face in her father's arms, but was gone almost as quickly as it appeared. The governor held out his youngest child to his oldest as she took another few timid steps towards them, expecting her to take the prone girl from him, all the while continuing his loud rant in a slightly quitter voice.
"And would somebody please explain to me where I am and how and why I got here?"
"That's what I would like to know!"
Madam Morrible added coming over to stand beside him once she realized who had joined them. There had been no more fresh people appearing in the hall after the governor had been dropped off and now the large crowd of students and some of their family members stood gathered around each other awkwardly as they awaited whatever fate their captor had brought them there to face, talking nervously with each other. Galinda lit up, despite their predicament, when she spotted her own parents towards the back of the group, calling "Momise! Popsicle!" To them over everybody else's heads, waving frantically with one dainty hand.
"I think I can answer that." A calm voice called quietly over from the front of the hall.
Everyone immediately spun round, the majority leaping back and cowered slightly when they recognized the dark entity that had snatched them and brought them to this strange place. The girl stood in full view of the people before she'd taken, staring calmly at them, clearly awaiting their response to her presence. Elphaba took the opportunity to study the phantom figure more carefully. She currently had the outward appearance of a girl, no older than herself, maybe even younger, with pale white skin, long, thick, raven tresses that went all the way down her back so that the tips hung loosely behind her narrow hips, covered by her black, floor length gown, that was covered itself by her large matching cloak that hung from her small shoulders, moving ever so slightly as though blown by a light breeze, even there wasn't one behind the closed doors. But it was her eyes that drew the most attention, a very mid, ocean blue, reminding her kinda of Fiyero's blue eyes, framed by and oval face and thin red lips, that quirked up at one side ever so slightly as though the owner could read her thoughts and found them rather amusing.
It was another moment before Elphaba realized that the strange girl WAS in fact looking directly at her, smiling slightly like she knew the end of some kind of joke and was holding out on telling the rest of them. Shaking of a rising blush, she tried hard not to feel like she had been caught in the act of something. Instead she took another pace back towards her father to take her sister from him when the dark girl suddenly lifted a slim hand and pointed a finger in Elphaba's direction.
"YOU can halt right there and go straight back to you friends. It won't kill HIM to do some actual caring for her for a change instead of just spoiling with expensive presents all the time."
At this comment, the governor's mouth open in protest, but a wave of the witch spare hand quickly silenced him. When Elphaba hesitated, she moved her pointing finger towards where Galinda and Fiyero were standing with Dr. Dillamound and quirked an almost none existent eyebrow at the green girl.
"Your gonna end up sitting with them anyway, might as well stay with them before hand, trust me it'll make things a lot easier in term of finding your seats as quickly as possible when we go in, in a moment. I WILL move you over there myself if I have to but I'd rather not since having to pull you all here wasn't really an easy thing to do and I'm tired, but if you won't move willingly…."
Elphaba got the message and gave a brief nod before she quickly hurried over to re-join her friends. At this point Morrible stepped forward and coughed lightly into her hand to gain their hosts attention.
"And exactly where will we be going to in a moment and may I enquirer exactly why it is that you've brought us to this place miss?"
The girls unnaturally cool eyes glanced over the teacher lightly, a light look of distain gracing her delicate features as she answered coldly.
"Of course, I'm forgetting my manners just a bit. Forgive me but I have never done this before, still I hope if it goes well, I will have the confidence and strength to do this sort of thing more often."
"You mean you're going to start kidnapping even more people and bringing them into your creepy basement to do Oz-knows what with them again!?"
Boq's frightened voice rose up from his hiding place just a few paces from Nessa and her father. His look of disbelief of quickly replaced with one of horror when he realized he'd just spoken out against her and both of his hands immediately clamped themselves over his mouth tightly. The witch on the other hand didn't seem to be the least bit offended, amused more like and beckoned him forward with one hand, point to Elphaba's group with the other. He quickly took the hint and scuttled forward to hide behind Fiyero, ignoring the look of disappointment of Nessa's face as he moved away from her.
"As I was saying," the witch continued as though nothing had occurred, "I was the one who brought you all here, because I have something very important to show you, that I think you all desperately need to see. There is a certain chain of events that is already in motion that will eventually lead to a beautifully tragic occurrence that if not altered, will become one of the greatest untold tales in Oz's history. My hope is that by showing a little bit of the past and future, including what would have happened you had been left to play out the paths you would have done, had I not intervened, you will be able to learn from your mistakes both past, present and yet to be made and act around this new knowledge I'm going to provide you with and change the future for something better."
She paused for a moment, as though considered what she was going to say next carefully before speaking.
"The story that you are about to see if centred around two of your most well-known students and their descendants that, if not changed will destroy both their lives as well as several of yours. This is their story of what will happen if thing continue as they are. Heed its warning well. For there WILL be several very explosive truths revealed through-out this that will change the very foundations of what you believe about the system of Oz as well as your own personal views about various people and debates currently running around Oz –"
"Yes, yes!" Morrible interrupted rudely. "We get your point, can we please just on with this, whatever it is!"
The witch sent a glare her way that could rival even some of Elphaba's best, and with a click of her fingers, a strong blast of wind suddenly blew up from the floor beneath the Morrible's feet making her fall backwards and land flat on her back with a startled screech, while several students and even a few teachers hid smiles and swallowed chuckles behind their palms or in the forms of coughs.
"May I finish?" The witch asked her with forced politeness. Morrible nodded nervously, still sat down on the cold stone floor.
"Thank you." The witch answered her sweetly, earning another round of smothered laughter from the rest of the crowd that was answered by the evil look Morrible cast around her as she stumbled back to her feet unsteadily.
"As I have said, it is of the up-most importance that you pay great attention to what I am about to show you. I cannot stress how importance it is that you learn from these events and at least try to change them when I release you once it is over."
As smirk crossed her features momentarily.
"As for me, well I go by many names, but you may know me as Sorrow. Sky Sorrow. I think my name is self-explanatory, but in case you're wondering although my name may be Sorrow, it was bestowed upon me not because it is my purpose to cause it, but rather to prevent it."
And with that she turned and strolled calmly towards the pair of thick wooden door closet to her, opening them slowly with a click of her fingers and she stepped calmly through without having to reach out a push them in the slightest. She stopped and turned back to face them, looking slightly confused.
"Well? Weren't you the ones that said you wanted to get this over with? Are you coming or not?"
And just like that the spell was broken and the large crowd made a bee line for the open doors, filling through hurriedly into the next room. Elphaba hung back as the others went on through, falling into step instead beside the Sorrow, still slightly afraid of the witch but also partly in awe of her control over her powers.
"So this what? Story? Prediction? You're showing us, does it have a name?"
The dark witch smiled friendly at the emerald one before answering.
"Kinda of both but yes it does."
She hung on for a moment much to Elphaba's annoyance, clearly enjoying the other girl's impatience. Finally she finished. She spoke very quietly, so much so that Elphaba had to strain to hear her. It sounded like, "Wicked", but it was said in such a low voice that she couldn't be sure.
When they got to the room, Elphaba was surprised to find that everyone else was already seated in deep red leather arm chairs, her father with Morrible in the last row of the back, save for several odd seats placed in a short row on their own on a slightly raised platform at the very back of the room. The décor of the room was much like the hall, excluding that it was obviously much larger, and square in shape. Elphaba spotted Galinda waving to her one of the risen seats, third to the end, sat with Fiyero next to her, Boq on the other side with Nessa next to him on the other end of the selected row. She began to make her own way over to join her friend's, Sorrow following at her own pace behind her, when she saw the other witch stop behind Morrible's seat and lean forward to tell her quietly, "And just so you know, it will be pointless going straight to your powerful friend when this over because I will be bringing him in to join us after the first few scenes anyway so you can both be here when your true natures are revealed."
Morrible paled at this as Sorrow straightened up looking rather smug and continued towards Elphaba. She made a shooing gesture toward her in the direction of the seats before she could question her and after a moment's pause, she considered it best not to argue.
Sorrow paused, stood by her seat at the end next, to Elphaba, as though a sudden thought had occurred to her. "I just want to bring one more person into join us." She announced straightening up once more. Morrible's face turned to one of barely concealed anger, but to her credit, she did not protest. Sorrow continued.
"As is obvious I have very strong magic at my advantage, though not quite as powerful as some of you are going to become," She cast a glance in Elphaba's direction as she said this, then another at someone sat in the front of the room before continuing "But strong enough to do what I am needed to do anyway." A slight grin slipped across her lips for a second.
"But of course having connections to the spirit world does come in rather handy as well, known and then." The entire room gasped at this, the majority casting her with fearful glances. The governor very nearly got out of his seat to run to his youngest daughter but refrained himself, just barely.
"Which leads me to my point. The person I am going to be bring in next is no longer among you in the land of the living, although I do believe that some of you may remember her very fondly. I shall be bring in her spirit from where she now resigns on a favour a couple of certain angles owe me for something once did for them that I shall not go into, to join us for this showing and to allow her a chance to speak to some of the people she left behind and say some things to them that she sorely needs too."
With that she began to move away lifting one arm out to her side, corner of her cloak in hand, ready to disappear again when she stopped for a moment, turning back around to face her audience with a devilish expression on her face.
"So stay put, I'll return in a moment, talk if you must but do try to keep the noise down because I have friends sleeping in the next room who don't like being woken," She drew her next sentence out slow and carefully, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on the nervous crowd, "And if anyone moves, or shouts while I'm away…..I'll know." And just like that she spun back around and was gone.
The group of people seated in the room broke into jittery murmurs among themselves, all being very careful not to brake any of the rules laid down by their strange host.
Elphaba took her time to study the seats her and her friends had found themselves in before slipping into hers next to Galinda. Their's was much the same style as the others expect for the fabric being a soft velvet and ebony black in colour. She felt something scratch against her neck and reached behind her to remove the paper name tag that had been draped across the top of the chair with her name spelt on it. Elphaba Thorpp. Curious she turned it over and unfolded the other side of it then nearly fell out of her seat in embarrassment when she saw the name underneath it, scrunching it up quickly before anyone else saw and dropped it on the floor kicking it away from her hastily. Galinda's eye followed her movement with confusion and nearly bent forward to pick the paper up and look at it before Elphaba stopped her. "It's nothing, probably just Sorrow's idea of a joke, leave it!" She said a little too quickly. Galinda looked at little angry but didn't question it and left the paper alone where it had rolled by Fiyero's feet.
They all practically jumped out their skins when she reappeared, not through magic this time, but by walking calmly in through the doors she lead them through a moment before, closely followed by another woman, with pale, rosy skin and long bouncy chocolate coloured curls in a simple white frock that fell down to her knees. The governor's mouth hung open in disbelief before he leapt to his feet and raced towards the woman, climbing over several people to get to her but paying them no heed, his eyes fixed firmly on the new-comer. "Melena!"
A couple of people who recognized the name, including Elphaba and eventually, Nessarose gasp. "The governor's wife!" Why would she bring her" "She really IS a powerful witch, think she'll keep her promise to let us go after we've seen what she wants us to see?" "I hope she doesn't enchant us!" The room erupted into chaos as panic, confused and just plain astonished conversations broke out among the crowd and it was a moment before everyone realized they were being glared at by said witch and they suddenly remembered her request to keep quite as she moved her eyes in the direction of the door behind her and not wanting to upset her, they sheepishly lowered their voices as they continued gossiping among themselves.
Elphaba stared at her long lost mother. Completely speechless, her mind whirling while Galinda just studied the new woman calmly beside her. "So that's your mother then?" She asked quietly. Elphaba just nodded simply, unable to find her voice yet. "She's pretty," Galinda commented, "You look a lot like her." Elphaba snorted at the irony of those sentences before returning to her train of thoughts.
She couldn't believe that she was looking at her MOTHER again, the one people who has ever truly loved her, even in the short few years they'd had together before she died giving birth to Nessa, the one people who had excepted her like any other, no, more than that, who had actually valued her ABOVE others! And here she was, standing just across the room from her, looking at her warmly, just as she'd used to when still alive.
The spell-bound man made to hug his lost wife and was completely unprepared for the hard slap that greeted him. He fell back onto his rear with a shout of surprise and pain, onto the cold, stone floor. He raised a hand to his cheek that was very quickly turning red and stared at his wife in bewilderment as she glared at him with such force, it suddenly left little doubt where Elphaba got her talent for such looks from. The silence that filled the room following the crowds shocked gasps was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Finally, she spoke.
"How DARE you think I'd be happy to see you after everything you've done to ours daughters since I've been gone. I agreed to come here to see them, NOT you! You are an awful man and I regret ever marrying you!"
With that, she sashayed across the room and paused beside the empty seat next to Elphaba. "Mind if I sit here?" Her question was directed at Sorrow who waved her hand absent mindedly. "Not at all, it's your daughters that you're here to see, I wasn't planning to sit anyway. Actually!" She clicked her fingers and the chair that Nessa was sat in suddenly lift into the air above her friend's heads, causing her to shriek and grip the arms tightly, before Sorrow waved her hand to the side and the chair moved across over them and gently touch the ground on the other side of her mother's.
Sorrow smiled triumphantly. "There! That's better now everyone's near who them should be." Behind her, the governor stumbled to his feet after nearly fainting when he saw Nessa's chair leave the floor.
"What about me?" He demanded in a rage. "Why aren't I seated with my family? Wasn't that the whole point of this, to allowed Melena to speak to her family?"
It was Melena who answered him. "The reason you're not with us is because I asked for you not to be, or else I wouldn't have come! The only message I have to give to you is the one i just gave you, I have nothing more to say to you."
She crossed her arms across her chest as her lost husband marched up to her. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" He demanded. He raised his hand as if to strike her, then seemed to realize that they were being watched and lowered it again. Melena didn't flinch.
"I think your influence has done enough damage to our daughters that I may not even be able to fix it but at least now I'll be able to rest easier knowing that I've tried." The jaws of everybody in the room that had not dropped yet already did so and all eye's followed the conversation happening in the back of the room eagerly.
"DAMAGE!" The governor boomed. "WHAT DAMAGE? I'VE GIVEN NESSAROSE EVERYTHING. I'VE DONE EVERYTHING POSSIBLE TO ENSURE HER HAPPINESS AND SEEN THAT SHE IS TREATED HER LIKE THE PRINCESS SHE IS!"
Melena looked at him with open disgust. "You've spoiled her." She told him quietly. "You've been turning her rotten and if not careful you'll be her undoing. I have already seen what Sorrow is about to show and I know what your actions are leading too."
Her eyes took on a sorrowfully look as she mentioned the last par before suddenly lighting up with a fierce flame that left even her husband slightly intimidated. "And in case you didn't notice, I said it was our DAUGHTERS you're damaging, NOT daughter! We have TWO or have you forgotten that?"
The governor threw a resentful look at Elphaba before returning his gaze to his wife's face. "As far as I'm concerned," He told her coldly, "I have ONE true daughter, and one murder and freak!"
The punch that smashed into his jaw sent him flying backwards at least two meters before crashing into the ground, legs buckling beneath him.
Melena threw one last glance of pure hate in his direction before sinking back down into her seat. Sorrow stepped forward, hands clapping sarcastically. She nudged the prone figure of the governor with her boot, making him moan but not get up yet from the blow.
"I think you had better get back to your seat," She told him simply. She watch as he practically crawled back to where he'd been sat before, cringing in on himself in embarrassment from the following stares of the people around him.
Sorrow raised an almost invisible eyebrow at Melena. "That was quite a hit by the way. You've been training with our friends?" Melena shook her head. "Just running off of fifteen years of hate watching how they've been treated." Sorrow chuckled, a strange sound for her. "Hell hath no fury like a mother's wrath."
She glanced around the room at her audience. "I think it's time to begin." When Sorrow clicked her finger sat the bare wall in front of them, causing it to turn dark before an image began to slowly materialize on it.
"And before you think of running, know that I WILL be present and watching you throughout the whole time, even if you might not always be able to see me so, best behaviour please?" She then wrapped her cloak around herself and spun, sinking lower until the fabric became replaced by fur and the small black cat scuttled away somewhere among the shadows of the furniture, disappearing from sight. All attention turned to the image that was slowly becoming visible in front of them.
I'm going to be writing all chapters by song from this point on, sometimes putting two of the shorter ones in doubles. I shall also be writing the next few chapters from a characters POV instead of third person. I may not up-date for sometime as I'm at a very busy stage of my life right now, but shall hopefully have something ready to post with in the first week of the new year. Review to tell me who's POV I should start off with for "No one morns the wicked",
Elphaba
Galinda
Melena
Or Sorrow's (mine)
Let's make things a little more interesting….