The sun rose high above the distant castle of Kiamo Ko, bathing the Emerald City in its strange, golden light. The dark city was suddenly alive with blissful Ozians walking around, sinking in the heaviness of the myriad of bags slung across their arms. In the Emerald City, nothing else was important; only shopping and admiring the admittedly beautiful city, which not surprisingly lowered the general awareness of anything and everything not having to do with emerald colored silks and velvets.
The Emerald City was indeed a magnificent place, with its splendid architecture and majestic structure. To say everything was symmetrically maintained would be something short of a lie. There was a magic in the asymmetrical order of the city, and to the citizens of Oz, it was just natural. To see something totally symmetrical would not only be out of place, but also slightly intimidating. This applied to everything- everything, that is, except for Lady Glinda the Good.
Lady Glinda was known to wear dashing clothing, ranging from the exotic, worn clothing of those who resided in Quadling Country to those upper class Gillikinese society members. The Quadling Country clothing was only to show support to everyone in Oz; after all, Lady Glinda strived to provide equal rights to everybody. She would seem a hypocrite if she appeared as a wealthy Throne Minister to those who weren't as fortunate, as to say those poor farmers in Munchkinland. In her ordinary public speeches, however, Lady Glinda appealed to the public eye by dressing in her "fluffified" clothing. A certain Witch would have smirked and called the clothing ridiculous, but everybody who acknowledged that had faded to a single, broken person. And there just happened to be an exact moment in time when all hope vanished and one was left standing alone, truly by themselves.
It was difficult to directly pinpoint such a moment, as lines and sharpness smeared the whole situation. Glinda slowly descended into the darkness that no one else knew, or could comprehend. The descent had, as of thus far, been a slow, gradual phenomenon, not at all obvious to the citizens of Oz. Only those close to Glinda, as her personal servants and maids, with the occasional mayor or governor of a distant city, noticed the way her smile would falter at crucial moments.
Endlessly, questions streamed after her. What's wrong, Lady Glinda? Has the darkness risen again? Is this a disturbing hour for us?
Only few of the body were sincere, and even fewer were those questions which she could answer. Those who questioned just wanted some fresh gossip for the media. Lady Glinda has finally cracked from the stress! What a radiant headline that would make for the news-starved citizens of Oz
Glinda was, quite honestly, alone. The only person she sincerely trusted was dead. And Glinda was completely alone.
"Oh, all know that's figuratively speaking, of course. There's a great many people waiting for me below to enchant them with pointless chatter," she muttered to herself, the darkness of the message lost in her high soprano voice. Glinda could say anything and have it passed off as merely a cheerful remark. All authority was lost if she took off her crown and dress and dressed in odd, green clothing like the citizens. In fact, Glinda's suspicion was so strong that she actually truly believed the resulting consequence would be just that if she were to dress as a normal citizen.
Lady Glinda, at that precise moment, happened to be standing just inside her balcony. Enough for her to see out, but sheltered enough for no one to see in. Her dull, blue eyes flickered as she scanned the busy streets of the Emerald City. Her sweet, ignorant city.
It was that extreme ignorance which caused the downfall of Elphaba, the fire burning bright inside her. At Shiz University, Glinda had constantly boasted of how she would be respected and well-taken to all of Oz from her architecture, when in reality, she knew it was Elphaba who would leave the mark in the world. When it came down to it, Glinda was just a self-centered girl with delusions of grandeur.
"Can't I make you understand? You're having delusions of grandeur!"
Glinda quite clearly remembered the day Elphaba had left her in the carriage back to Shiz University. Such a wonderful day had crashed in a way that she would not have thought imaginable. Because, at the crux of the matter, was the fact that Glinda had not chosen to accompany Elphaba. She simply returned to Shiz, stumbling along as well as she could.
But she could not deny the absence of the glorious light of her life.
"Oh, Elphie," Glinda whispered to herself. Elphie, to her, was a song of love floating throughout her entire body, beginning from her heart and radiating out through the rest of her. She did her best to project that love to the citizens of Oz and to raise Oz in standards, but some days, all her blissful blonde brain could fathom, as Elphaba had once sneered, was her missing green angel.
She missed the long, black hair which she used to admire so many nights. Stubbornly unwilling to curl, straight, silky hair. Dark brown eyes filled with sarcasm and love. A crooked nose which Glinda found so endearing. Thin, soft lips, a magnificent shade of ruby. And most of all, that stunning personality, of intelligence and stubbornness. Intelligence and stubbornness sprinkled with love all around.
Glinda's deepest secret was indeed the fact that she loved another woman, a beautiful, green woman, who had happened to die exactly one year from the mark of her present time.
A/N: So, a Gelphie fic I've decided to start. This idea is way overdone, the one where Glinda has amnesia, I know. But hopefully I can put in the right amount of twist and love in it to please. Action will start next chapter. :)