Don't Wish
Chapter 1: Don't Start
As much as it pains me to say, I don't own any bit of the amazing Wicked. This is written from the musical aspect, but some novel references may be used, depends on how I feel. I shall do my best to keep to cannon, as this is my first Wicked fic. So please, enjoy!
Glinda the Good Witch awoke with a jolt to the incessant ringing of her morning alarm. She erupted in a series of spasmodic movement before crashing to the floor with a loud thud.
"Stupid alarm." She moaned as her tired hand reached up to the bed table. She groped around for her alarm clock, and ended up knocking it to the floor with a crash. At least the ringing stopped.
"Well, that takes care of that." Glinda remarked tiredly, as she disentangled herself from the bedclothes.
She laid the comforter in a heap on the plush bed. The new ruler of Oz had more important things to worry about than unmade beds.
She scrutinized her face in the circular mirror of her bathroom; at least the bags and dark circles under her eyes were receding. She supposed it was what she got after staying awake for at least a week. Though the Good Witch wasn't truthfully to be blamed, maybe you can blame fate. Her restlessness had begun after the day that had taken her best friend.
Even though sleep came easier now, a month later, Elphaba Thropp still found her way into Glinda's thoughts. The tragedy had been a very hard thing for Glinda to swallow, and the sole thing that made it worse was, she could never tell anyone how she felt. She didn't even keep a diary now, fearing that someone could intercept it and learn the truth.
She smiled at the thought, even though the soap she was using to wash her face stung her bright blue eyes. She was becoming more like Elphaba every day, more thoughtful and cautious.
She heaped foundation on her face, to cover the odd colors that didn't truly belong underneath her eyes. She blew a kiss at the mirror as she finished her make-up, proud of her good, though excessive, job. Oz seemed to love their bubbly and glamorous ruler, so why not give the people what they want, right?
She meandered her way over to the closet, spacious enough to be a comfortable room in it's own right. She wasn't exactly sure how she came to own all of these garish dresses, and wasn't even aware that she actually owned most of them.
As Glinda scanned the gowns lining the walls, she her eyes caught the oddness of leather in a corner. Realizing what it was, she kneeled down to tuck it out of sight. The leather was from the binding of the Grimmerie, the spell book of the Wicked Witch of the West- or Elphie.
In that corner was where she stored the belongings of Elphaba that she had rescued from Kiamo Ko. Pulling out the pointed black hat, her sat cross-legged on the floor of her closet, playing with the hat. Her eyes clouded in reminiscence as she twisted the top of the hat through her fingers.
Elphie, I miss you. Really, I do. I know this is what I wanted, even more fame and respectation than before. But, like before, it doesn't feel right without you. I could bear to watch these Ozzians festivating after your death! But I had to smile and act like I enjoyed it!
She felt a hot tear slide down her cheek and she quickly stuffed the hat away and stood up.
"I'm going to make my mascara run." She told herself, carefully wiping the tear away.
She cleared her mind of thoughts of Elphaba and set back to the ordeal of choosing an outfit.
She finally chose a simple white number with long draping sleeves and a square neckline. To skirt fell just above her knees in the front, and slowly became longer in the back, just about to brush the floor. An elaborate pattern of sparkling white rhinestones adorned the neckline, hem and sleeves of her gown, giving her a shimmering appeal.
As soon as she slipped into her white heels and teased her beautiful blonde tresses into some sort of a style, she was ready to go and "work".
"If ruling a country isn't hard enough, let's just add a giant closet!" Glinda muttered sarcastically as she began down the hallway, only after realizing her remembrances had made her late.
She groaned at the sight that awaited her as she opened the door to her office. Piles and piles of papers cluttered her desk, some stacked, some just loose and fluttering. The only thing that flattened them was her mug of morning coffee.
"Of course, my assistant brings me coffee, but doesn't offer to help me organize this messification." Glinda sighed, flopping into her chair and taking a sip of her coffee.
It wasn't as if she had expected all of this to be done overnight, though she would of really liked it. It was just that she didn't enjoy it when her own disorganization was thrust upon her.
She sifted through the clutter half-heartedly. All these letters seemed to be on the same issues, screaming the same meaning.
What are you going to do about the bans on Animals, Miss Glinda?
And how about the Munchkinlanders? What will you do for them?
They were the same tedious questions that the media had badgered her with for this whole month. She had lifted the ban on Animal teaching, which had just gone through a few days ago. It took quite some time to change laws. It was much harder than actually making them.
As for the Munchkinlanders, she had begun organizing relief efforts for the anarchy of Munchkinland. Though she had to admit, it hadn't gotten very far, but it had only been a week.
Glinda huddled over her papers, sorting them lazily, for what had to have been several hours. A rapping on the door startled her, causing her to jump.
"Miss Glinda?" Came the voice of her assistant.
"Yes, Jacques?" She questioned tiredly, smoothing down her hair. It had become frazzled by her hands constantly running through it.
"The Captain of the Guard is here to see you, Miss." Jacques said, "Shall I send him in?"
"Just a minute!" Glinda replied.
She removed her reading glasses and rubbed her eyes, feeling the tension massaged away by her fingers. She couldn't help stealing a thought to dearly missed Fiyero, as the 'Captain of the Guard' was mentioned. But she quickly shook the thoughts out of her head. This was not the time.
"Alright, show him in." Glinda said, once she felt she looked presentable.
The door opened and the green clad Captain of the Guard stepped in. His gruff features were not pleasant at all, and Glinda could sense he did not come bearing any good news.
"Miss Glinda, it is a pleasure to see you. As always." He said, bowing before taking a seat in front of the Good Witch's desk.
"As it is to see you, Captain." Glinda smiled, nodding pleasantly, "What brings you an occasion to visit?"
"There's no easy way to tell you this, Miss Glinda." The Captain said, dropping formalities and cutting straight to the chase, "I know how much you care for the safety of the Ozzians."
"Go on." She said, her smiled changing into a more serious demeanor.
"It's only been a month since you've been brought into office. This may be hard to take." He said, not even noticing her comment, "I know you've had no big problems quite yet-"
"Please, Captain, if I may interrupt." A little late for that, so she just went on, "If you don't mind. Skip the warnings and get right to the point. What's wrong?"
"There have been sightings of the Wicked Witch of the West."
Ah, cliffhangers are a beautiful thing, are they not? Please review, as I need to know whether to continue on with this story or not! I could always use a helping hand with anything, grammatical, receptiveness, plot problems etcetera etcetera etcetera….So please be kind and review and I'll do the same for you! Hope you enjoyed my nifty little rhyme there…