A/N: What am I thinking, starting a new story? Well, I discovered Les Mis, so I then got this idea.. Basically, very loosely based on some of the events in Les Mis. Very, very AU – some of the characters are a little..well, different. Booksicalverse/AU Off topic slightly, don't forget to vote in the ff awards!
Disclaimer: I own neither Wicked nor Les Mis.
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Revolution was in the air. The students were turning angry; Dillamond's undignified dismissal was the final straw. Elphaba was both proud and terrified; the blind eyes of Shiz had finally been opened. But these concerned voices were the voices of boys – none, except perhaps for Boq, had any true knowledge of politics, apart from the overheard drunken ramblings of their pompous and ignorant fathers. The Wizard had gone too far, this she was certain of – this newfound discrimination affected not only the Animals, the poor, discarded Animals, but the variety of Oz was dying. Quadlings being confined to their own land by force, Munchkins sneered at and mocked openly in the street instead of being welcomed as valued, if slightly short, members of the rich culture that made their great land great.
Elphaba feared for herself – if the most ordinary of the races in Oz were being attacked and feared and hated, what would become of her? Green skinned abnormality. There was no name for what she was, no label – a pure unknown enemy. Who would protect her if Oz turned against her? Nessa? Who could be sure the discrimination wouldn't stretch to the disabled? The fear sat constantly in her stomach, the reports she read daily in the papers making her feel sick with dread.
Walking through Shiz one night, she noticed a crowd of people in the square. It was a Tuesday, a normally quiet night full of study. But there must have been nearly two hundred students, shouting and cheering. She pushed her way to the front, curious as to what was going on. To her surprise, a boy stood on a box, two other boys flanking his sides.
"This hatred that has formed thanks to the Wizard has to end! Oz is only great because of the unity that connects us all. What is Oz if a Quadling and a Vinkan can not stand side by side? It's not Oz, and it's not a place where I want to live!" His impassioned speech was met with more raucous cheers. "The Wizard has become so maddened with power, he's neglecting the feelings of the people who live here! True Ozians! He's betraying the people who gave him such trust! Can we keep power in the hands of this bastard?!" Elphaba flinched, and the crowd cried in agreement.
"Master Tiggular!" Madame Morrible was pushing her way through the crowd, flapping at the boys who tried in vain to hold her back. "If you'll come with me.."
Elphaba stole one look at Morrible, and gulped. Everybody knew how close she was with the Wizard, and this Master Tiggular would surely be punished severely. She turned and fled, before Morrible saw her. If she was to help Tiggular win the fight against injustice, she would need to remain undetected.
Master Tiggular's words had ignited a fire in her soul – a fire that would destroy this regime of intolerance and hatred.
That night, Oz's first great Revolution began.
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A/N: That's just the prologue..Please review and give me feedback? Look, the buttons right there..g'on..you know you want to..your mouse is just itching to..go on! Reviews make me so ridiculously happy, you won't even believe!