No One Mourns The Wicked:
Glinda stood in her bubble with a smile plastered on her face as she listened to the Ozians cheer that the Wicked Witch of The West was dead.
The Wicked Witch of The West is dead, she repeated in her head. She bit her lip, smiled again and descended down into into OZ where a crowd of enthusiastic Ozians waiting for her.
The crowd was of all different sizes, colors, and shapes but they all had the same thing in their head.
She's dead.
All of the Ozians cheered and smiled graciously at Glinda, The Good Witch as she walked around the crowd trying to gather her thoughts.
" Glinda!" called out one Ozian, How dead is... she?"
Glinda turned to face the Ozian in her blue shimmering gown. She tilted her head to the side, letting her blonde tight curls fall across her face.
" Well, since there has been so many rumors about it, let me set this whole thing straight. According to the Time Dragon Clock the melting happened at the Thirteenth Hour, and yes it was due to a little girl throwing a bucket of water on her," Glinda paused, for dramatic effect and to catch her breath.
" Yes," she declared, " The Wicked Witch Of The West is dead!"
The crowd shouted and exclaimed in happiness and Glinda put another smile on her face.
" Glinda," rang out a small voice, and Glinda turned gracefully to face the sound, " Why does Wickedness happen?"
Glinda stood there for a moment.
" That's a very good question that many people can't find the answer to. Are People Born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them? No, the Wicked Witch had a childhood just like everyday Ozians. Her father was the Governor of Munchinland and her Mother, well her Mother had her secrets... and when she was born she was... well she was different."
All of the Ozians nodded because they knew that Glinda was referring to the Witch's emerald green skin.
" Oh so that's it," exclaimed the child.
Glinda nodded, and looked around at the adoring crowd.
" Well this has been a lot of fun, but if there are no further questions or concerns, I really must be-"
An Ozian reporter who shouted out cut her off: " Miss Glinda, is it true that you two were friends?"
Glinda froze, completely caught off guard by the question. Her mouth opened to answer the question but no words came out.
The Ozians stood there, gaping at the stupid question that he had asked, waiting for Glinda to wave the question off.
But she just stood there.