A/N: This is an idea I had for awhile. The Wizard of Oz has been my favorite movie since practically birth and I loved it forever and still do. I have also loved Wicked since I discovered it in Summer of 2009. In summer of 2013 (this year), I've fallen in love with OZ the Great and Powerfull too. What can I say, I just love Everything Oz. Elphaba and Theodora are my favorite characters, though all versions of the Wicked Witch of the West tend to be my favorite chracters in their respctive universes (Except in the Wiz because Michael Jackson as the Scarecrow was just too adorable, though I liked Eveline "sp?" too!) The idea of "What if Theodora was Elphaba's mother instead of Melena?" was just too good to pass up and it honestly wouldn't leave me alone. My grammar "sp?" and some of my spelling sucks, but I do not think it is too unbearable to deal with. I will not be updating often because one, I am starting college Sept 4, and two, I do not even have this whole fic drafted and am going along with it as I go. I may be open to some suggestions as well. This will be fluffy yet have angsty moments and some romance as well as adventure.

Disclaimer: Wicked and Oz the Great and Powerfull are owned by Universal Studios and Disney, respectively.

A Mother's Curse

Prologue:

Theodora Ozma, the recently dubbed Wicked Witch of the West and self proclaimed enemy of the new Wizard of Oz, was standing outside of a small cottage in Munchkinland, thinking. The sickly thin yet slightly bloated, emerald green skinned, raven haired woman dressed in a black dress and cloak was holding a pink blanket, a wicker basket and a note at her feet. Inside the blanket lay a newborn baby girl with skin the same color as her mother and the same dark hair as well.

At one time, about nine months ago actually, Theodora was a beautiful, normal looking tan skinned, brown eyed brunette and young, good witch. However, after she had discovered the Wizard of Oz himself and fell head over feet in love with him after their one "night-alone" together after receiving her first gift, dance and kiss, Theodora had been betrayed. She was lead to believe that Oz had seduced her sister Evanora before working his slimy charm on Glinda, her other older sister believed to be the Wicked Witch that was tormenting all of Oz, all the while thinking that he wanted her to be "His Queen". However, Evanora was the real Wicked Witch and she had tricked the younger and love struck Theodora into siding with the evil woman and to literally wither away her heart with a vile, puss green spell induced apple.

All the while Theodora was pregnant at the time, even though by the time she was aware of this fact, it was too late for her heart. The spell had also caused her daughter to be born with the same disfigurements that Theodora had inflicted on herself. Wanting a better life for her newborn daughter, one where the girl was not stuck with a heartless mother and a clueless father, Theodora had sought out a couple who wanted a baby girl but could not seem to have children.

She decided Frexspar and Melena Thropp, a childless couple who lived in Munchkinland, would be the best people to raise her daughter. They were good, honest people, with Frex being a minister and all, and seemed to care about everyone, even people considered lowlifes and out casts. If there was anyone who can look past her baby girl's green skin and raise her with love and acceptance, it was these two people.

Still, even without a heart, Theodora was hesitant to give up her daughter. Would she ever see her little girl ever again after tonight? Would they really take good care of her? Well, Theodora thought, they would take better care of her daughter than herself or an orphanage. With her mind at ease, Theodora knocked on the hardwood door quietly, just loud enough to be heard by anyone right on the other side of the door waiting for her.

"Hello," called out Frexspar, a pale skinned man with long dark hair wearing a crimson robe, as he opened the front door to his cottage home, "Is anyone there?"

When he saw no one and heard no reply, Frex was about to turn back into his home and shut the door behind him. That's when suddenly, there was a soft cry. Looking down at the source of the sound, Frexspar is stunned. There at his feet, in a wicker basket, lay an emerald skinned infant. Her family no where in sight.

"Melena!" shouted Frex too loudly, scaring the baby and making her start to cry louder, "Come and see this, you wont believe it!"

"Coming Frex Dear," replied Frexspar's wife, Melena, who was a pretty tan skinned young woman with chestnut hair and auburn eyes, "Try not to be so loud, it's the middle of the night!" As Melena approached her husband, she heard a muffled "Sorry", though she had ceased paying attention to him the moment she saw the basket and the baby inside. "What in Oz's name!" exclaimed a very surprised Melena, clad only in her white night gown, "A green baby, I've never seen such a thing in my entire life!"

Noticing the small note after ignoring his wife's dramatics, Frex picked it up off the ground before reading it and than handing it to Melina. The shaken woman than read the letter addressed to them both out loud after Frex shook his head in encouragement. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Thropp, I am sorry to inform you that I need your help," began Melena, Frex listening intently even though he had already read the note just before, "My life is in complete ruin and in chaos with no love and stability. I was so naïve and stupid that I fell in love was the wrong kind of man. Oz knows I misunderstood what was really going on in my life before I made the wrong choices, only now its to late to fix things."

"I know that I can not possibly love nor take care of my daughter, and her father does not even know of her existence nor will ever know if I can help it," continued Melena with tears in her eyes, " My girl needs everything I can not provide for her, a home, family, support, and above all, love. I ask, no I plead, no I beg of you both to raise my daughter well and take care of her as if she were your own. I am aware that you two wanted a child of your own, I little girl if I am correct. I believe that, in spite of my daughter's odd skin color, the both of you could still love and accept her in a way that I, through no fault of her own, can not do."

"I have but one request in this matter. Please let my daughter keep the name I have given her, this way in the future should she ever try to locate me, I will recognize her. Though her skin color seems like a recognizable trait, I happen to know elves who are also green skinned and look similar to what my daughter might look like when she grows up. Her name is Elphaba," Melena stated finishing up the letter being read out loud, "Had I known of her existence sooner, I would never had made the same choices and all our lives would have been better. Then I would have been able to love her, in spite of her father. I am so sorry that I have to put her in this situation, its my fault and my mistake not hers. Thank you for taking in my daughter, because I know the both of you could not possibly send her away when you desire so strongly for a daughter of your own. The woman who has signed this letter is dead and all but forgotten about. Replaced by a shell of a once good woman, now lost completely in darkness. To my little Elphaba, deep, deep down in my chest where my heart used to be, I, your mother, truly love you. Until we meet again, my sweet, signed Theodora the Good."

"Wow!" commented Frex, still a bit too loudly, which also awoke the baby from her deep sleep. Elphaba had fallen asleep soon after Melena had started reading the heartfelt and bittersweet, tragic note. This did not stop Frexspar from continuing his thought, "I can not believe that this is the missing Good Witch's daughter!"

"Frexspar Thropp! Quite down this instant!" Melena whispered-yelled while trying to calm Elphaba down and making shush sounds. "Besides, we have to raise Elphaba ourselves, safely kept away from the politics in the Emerald City that has destroyed and corrupted sweet and innocent Theodora. You shouting her maternity ruins any chance this girl has of a happy, loving normal life. Plus, now we finally have the daughter we always wanted."

"I guess you are right, as always my darling Mel," whispered Frex lovingly, "Besides, looking past the green, she is kind of cute, isn't she."

"Yes, my dear Frex, She sure is. ," agreed Melena quietly as they entered the house and Frex went to close the door, "Actually, she is the most beautiful baby in the world and she is ours."

Had the couple not focused all the attention on their new daughter, they would have noticed a dark, cloaked figure with an emerald face and a single, tear scar visible beneath the hood, as it disappeared stealthily into the night…