In four different hands, applied at four different opportunities, to judge by the aging of the text, the wall read
ELPHIE LIVES
OZMA LIVES
THE WIZARD LIVES
And then
EVERYONE LIVES BUT US.
Son Of A Witch, page 157
Lady Glinda Chuffrey was passing in Scrumpet Square in her carriage, an address she did not venture into often only for minor important meetings with bankers and whatnot, when the horses stopped abruptly and she was jerked forward.
After adjusting herself, she opened her door, and yelled at her driver.
"What is wrong with them? I have to be at that meeting in ten minutes! Time is of the essence my good man!" and with that she shut her door, and waited, sitting back in the carriage regally.
The driver came and opened her door hastily, "They just suddenly stopped, and I think that saw something that spooked them. We will start as soon as they calm down, Lady Glinda."
Before she could protest, the door was slammed shut in her face, something that had not happened ever.
Glinda pursed her lips together and huffed, annoyed at the simpletons that she was forced to deal with.
'At least,' she thought to herself, 'it's not too far from Scrumpet Bank.'
Then she stared out of the carriage, as she was allowed to do so since she was not a servant, and caught sight of the graffiti on the wall that blocked her right view of the square.
Bored, she looked at the slogans and almost lost her breath.
The first one was:
ELPHIE LIVES
Truth be told, Lady Glinda would never reveal that it was her that wrote ELPHIE LIVES on that wall those some odd years ago. But the others she did not recognize.
The slogans went as followed:
OZMA LIVES
THE WIZARD LIVES
And lastly, something was written that caused Glinda to lean into the window of her carriage, a move that was most unladylike, and squint.
EVERYONE LIVES BUT US.
This caused Glinda's arms to get goose bumps for she knew in an instant who wrote that message.
It was Elphaba's handwriting through and through. Glinda could tell it was hers from the moment she made out what it said.
She had always known that her Elphie had lived, and this was proof. It wasn't just the slogans that gave Glinda proof of that, it was the fact that as the carriage started up again and sped away to Scrumpet Banks, she could see a pale green face in the middle of a crowd staring at her carriage. The person's hair was pulled back, but small little black ringlets peeked out, and her eyes said everything.
"Elphie," mouthed Glinda to the person.
But at this gesture, the person smirked, turned away, and disappeared like a poof of smoke.
Lady Glinda was left to ponder that thought, and the sights she had seen.
Elphie lives were the only words that repeated in her head.
And now, after all these years she knew it was true.
Her Elphie was back.
THE END
A short little Glinda one shot set in Son Of A Witch. I got it for Christmas, and even though I have already read it, it had been a while. I spent all day yesterday reading it, and now wrote this. Hoped you liked it.
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