AN-It s asong from WICKED (a broadway play about the wizard of Oz) Its called No one Mourns the wicked. If it has a around it, that means i cahnged the words.

This is a fanfic loosely based off of WICKED, a broadway play about the witches of Oz. Including singing. But its good. Here are some charchters:

Elphaba-Tara

Glinda-Cera

Zuko and Sokka-Fiyero

Wizard-Ozai

Miss Morrible-Miss Moreno

KAtara and Aang as-themselves!

Hope you like it!

Music starts


Fire-NAtion townspeople:Good news! She's dead! Tara, witch of the west is dead. THe wickedess witch there ever was, the enemy of all of The fire-nation. Is dead! GOOD NEWS! GOOD NEWS!


A Fireball comes and a fire-nation 16yr old girl steps out,. with a long poofy pink dress


Townsperson: (spoke)LOOK! ITS CERA!


She starts singing high


Cera:(Spoke) Its good to see me, isn't it? No need to respond-that was retorical. Fellow firebenders. (sung)Let us be blessed, let us be grateful!Let us rejoicify that goodness will subdue. THe WIcked workings of, You know who! ISn't it nice to know! That good will conquer evil, the truth we'll all beleivell, a by and a by! O, live on high! For u and...


Someone: spoke Cera! Exactly how dead is she?


Cera: spoke Because there has been so much rumor and speculation-innuendo, outuendo-let me set the record strait; Accoriding to the time dragon clock, the melting occuored at the thirteenth hour, the dirct result of a bucket of water thrown by Princess Zula. Yes, THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD!


Townsperson: (sung) No one mourns the Wicked!


Another townsperson:No one cries they won't return.


Townspeople:No one lays a lily on there grave.


Guy Townsperson:The good man scorns, the wicked!


Girl townspeople:THrough our lives our children learn.


Townspeople:When we miss, when we missbehave...!


Cera:And goodness knows, the Wicked's lives are lonley. Goodness knows, the Wicked die alone! It just shows when ur wicked they reap only what they sow!


Townspeople:And goodness knows, the Wicked's lives are lonley. Goodness knows, the Wicked die alone! It just shows when ur wicked they reap only what they sow...NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED! NOW AT LAST SHE'S DEAD AND GONE! Now at last, there joy throughout the land. And goodness knows...


Cera:Knows!


Townspeopel:We know what goodness is, goodness knows. THe wicked die alone!


Cera:SHE DIED ALONE!


Guy townspeople:Don't you know,


Girl townspeople:Don't you know,


Townspeople:Who spurn what goodness is, they are SHOWN! NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!


Cera:GOOD NEWS!


Townspeople:NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!

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Cera:GOOD NEWS!


Townspeople:NO one mourns, the WICKED!


All:WICKED! WICKED!


Cera holds it out and above evryone. Then someone comes


Someone:TARA'S ALIVE!

Everyone gasps

Another person:CERA! Is it true, you were her sister?

Cera:Well, it depends on what u mean by, sister. Well, we were, by blood. It all started a year ago...