Okay, so this is my first big shot at writing. Welcome to my first fan fiction published on this site. Please enjoy this as much as much as I enjoyed writing it. A big thank you to SingsongRandom who reviewed this chapter before I posted it on here!

Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine in the past, present, and future. Wicked owns me.

No One Mourns the Wicked

GOOD NEWS! SHE'S DEAD!

THE WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD!

THE WICKEDEST WITCH THERE EVER WAS

THE ENEMY OF ALL OF US HERE IN OZ

IS DEAD!

GOOD NEWS! GOOD NEWS!

Their cries could be heard from miles away. I didn't want to face the Ozians but I had no choice, someone had to lead these easily misled people. I took a deep breath before I willed my bubble to float down.

LOOK! IT'S GLINDA!

I quickly put on my public smile before waving gleefully to the Ozians. There where wild yells and cheers, but everything was so overwhelming that I just wanted to die, but a public figure has to do what a public figure has to do.

FELLOW OZIANS

LET US BE GLAD

LET US BE GRATEFUL

LET US REJOICIFY THAT GOODNESS COULD SUBDUE

THE WICKED WORKINGS OF YOU-KNOW-WHO

It wasn't right, all these lies, everything that I had to do to get and keep my power. And now, I have paid for it, with a price I couldn't imagine I even had.

ISN'T IT NICE TO KNOW

THAT GOOD WILL CONQUER EVIL?

THE TRUTH WE ALL BELIEVE'LL BY AND BY

OUTLIVE A LIE

FOR YOU AND -

NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED

The first of the rattling battle cries, the screams where too powerful for her, and now, they're pulling me down too.

NO ONE CRIES "THEY WON'T RETURN!"

What kind of cries, is it the rallying cries or the sadness cries? Either way, they're both going to come out sometime.

NO ONE LAYS A LILY ON THEIR GRAVE

Who knows?

THE GOOD MAN SCORNS THE WICKED!

What's the definition of good anymore?

THROUGH THEIR LIVES, OUR CHILDREN LEARN

How to get caught up with society, that's what they learn.

ALL WHAT WE MISS, WHEN WE MISBEHAVE...

Really, who misbehaved, the Ozians screaming for cold blood for someone they hardly knew or the people who try to save people but only have their deeds viewed as misbehaving? I quickly put away my thinking face to address the Ozians.

AND GOODNESS KNOWS

THE WICKED'S LIVES ARE LONELY

GOODNESS KNOWS

THE WICKED DIE ALONE

IT JUST SHOWS WHEN YOU'RE WICKED

YOU'RE LEFT ONLY

ON YOUR OWN

But the thing was that she wasn't alone, at one time, she had the support of her sister, of me and my ex-fiancé, that tall munchkin, and the Professors, but then, we all faded in time. I stepped out of my bubble and looked at all of the people around me. Some people began to worship me, and others begged to hold my hand. I was flattered at the kindness of those people, but not flattered enough. Nothing is what it seems.

YES, GOODNESS KNOWS

THE WICKED'S LIVES ARE LONELY

GOODNESS KNOWS

THE WICKED CRY ALONE

NOTHING GROWS FOR THE WICKED

THEY REAP ONLY

WHAT THEY'VE SOWN

I knew that I made a promise to her that I wouldn't try to clear her name, but she didn't say that I couldn't try to compromise with the Ozians. I tried to reason with the Ozians about her beginnings of her life.

ARE PEOPLE BORN WICKED?

OR DO THEY HAVE

WICKEDNESS THRUST UPON THEM?

AFTER ALL, SHE HAD

A FATHER.

SHE HAD A MOTHER, AS SO MANY DO...

I waved my wand in order to create a smaller bubble, which floated down to the Ozians and the swirling shapes slowly turned into a scene with a man and a woman saying goodbye to each other.

HOW I HATE TO GO AND LEAVE YOU LONELY

The father of the Wicked Witch of the East and West, Frexpar Thropp.

THAT'S ALRIGHT - IT'S ONLY JUST ONE NIGHT

The mother of the Wicked Witch of the East and West, Melena Thropp.

BUT KNOW THAT YOU'RE HERE IN MY HEART WHILE I'M OUT OF YOUR SIGHT

The father left the mother, going through his usual work. I knew the whole story already, but the Ozians didn't, so I went on.

AND LIKE EVERY FAMILY - THEY HAD THEIR SECRETS

I waved my hands and the bubble had another resident. A strange little tinker came in, his head was in the shadows and he held up a small bottle made out of green glass. He started to tease the Witch's mother and she melted into his embrace.

HAVE ANOTHER DRINK,

MY DARK-EYED BEAUTY

I'VE GOT ONE MORE NIGHT LEFT,

HERE IN TOWN

SO HAVE ANOTHER DRINK

OF GREEN ELIXIR

AND WE'LL HAVE OURSELVES

A LITTLE MIXER

HAVE ANOTHER SWALLOW,

LITTLE LADY,

AND FOLLOW ME DOWN...

The little tinker left, leaving the mother heavily pregnant. Then the scene started to swirl.

AND OF COURSE, FROM THE MOMENT SHE WAS BORN,

SHE WAS - WELL – DIFFERENT

There was a quick flash of light and in the bubble was the mother in labor, a father anxious to see the child, and an Antelope midwife.

IT'S COMING NOW? THE BABY'S COMING AND HOW!

The mother started to scream in pain and everyone started to get anxious. I could tell the Ozians where also getting anxious.

I SEE A NOSE I SEE A CURL IT'S A HEALTHY, PERFECT,

LOVELY, LITTLE -

There was a scream.

SWEET OZ!

WHAT IS IT?

WHAT'S WRONG?

HOW CAN IT BE?

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

IT'S ATROCIOUS IT'S OBSCENE!

LIKE A FROGGY, FERNY CABBAGE

THE BABY IS UNNATURALLY

GREEN!

It was true, many of the Ozians gasped to see the young infant a brilliant shade of emerald.

TAKE IT AWAY...

TAKE IT AWAY!

SO YOU SEE - IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN EASY!

Tears started to come into my eyes, but I blinked them away as quickly as I could. Now, the vision was ending and the bubble popped. I held my breath and looked around, there where blank stares, then the cries rallied up again, even more bloodthirsty than ever. How could they keep crying for blood for someone who's already dead?

NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!

NOW AT LAST,

SHE'S DEAD AND GONE!

NOW AT LAST,

THERE'S JOY THROUGHOUT THE LAND

'True, there's been joy, but for how long?' I thought as I got into my bubble. I willed my bubble to start floating above the Ozians.

AND GOODNESS KNOWS

WE KNOW WHAT GOODNESS IS

GOODNESS KNOWS

THE WICKED DIE ALONE

SHE DIED ALONE...

WOE TO THOSE

WHO SPURN WHAT GOODNESS

THEY ARE SHOWN

Shown what exactly?

NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED

GOOD NEWS!

NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!

I may not have been able to let you live, but I will always remember you. I have been changed for good.

GOOD NEWS!

NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!

WICKED!

WICKED!

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