Okay I know new story with so many others not finished. But this is only a three shot so I hope its good. Note: and I know this sounds crazy and my imagination is wild I had a dream and the idea just came to me. Thanks to Defying Gravity67 who drove me nuts saying I have to write this story. :) So enjoy!

"Good News! She's dead! The Witch of the West is Dead! The Wickest Witch there ever was! The enemy of all of us here in Oz is Dead!" Good News!

She was never anyones enemy, she was never wicked. She was my best friend. How could I do this? How could I have let myself become this person. The very person she trusted to hurt her. she forgave me, And I forgave her. Still the heartache would never go away. I wouldn't let it.

"Dont try and clear my name. Promise me Glinda!"

I sighed as I near the Ozians of the Emerald city, why had I made that promise. It wasn't fair! I would clear her name right here and now if I hadn't have made that promise.

"Look! Its Glinda!" I heard someone shout from down beneath me. A sweet, plastic smile formed on my face as I spoke.

"Its good to see me isn't it?" No it shouldn't be good to see me. But they all cheered, for their fake Glinda the Good.

"No need to respond that was Rhetorical." I laughed, not at my own cuteness but of how gulibal they all were, how easy they could believe such a thing as me being The Good Witch of the North.

"Fellow Ozians! Let us be Glad!, Let us be grateful! Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue.." Could suebue what? My best friend...or was it? Was it the Wizard and Morrible, Elphie's goodness she showed me,giving me the courage to take throw them from the throne.

"The wicked working of you know who.." I smiled softly to myself, it was Elphie's goodness. Not anyone else's. Even though I wish they would know who I meant, and not my best friend.

"Isn't it nice to know, that good will conquer evil, the truth we all believe'll by and by" that was the only comfort I got in all of this besides having Elphie's forgiveness. Morrible got what she deserved.

"Outlive a lie..for you and-"

"Glinda! Exactly how dead is she?" Oh oz, why ask me that question? Why in oz would you give more heartache.

"Because there has been so much rumor and speculations, inunindo, outunindo, let me set the record straight, according to the Time Dragon Clock the melting accured at the thirteeth hour. The direct result of a bucket of water thrown by a female child." I felt the lump in my throat grow. no..No tears...do this for Elphie..I composed myself and held my head high.

"Yes! The Wicked Witch of the West is dead!" everyone cheered, dance and sung about how they wont mourn the wicked...i would always mourn her. She was my best friend, like my sister. I had lost her, and my fiancee. But..they loved each other and I couldn't be mad about that anymore. I was happy that Elphie had someone.
As the Ozians sung I began to realize something.

Would anyone Mourn me...Was I the Wicked, not Elphie? The Ozians would mourn their Glinda the Good when she died but..what about Galinda Upland, what about the real me. Would anyone ever know the real me.

No...only two people knew her. And they were dead.

I began the speech telling everyone about how Are people born wicked or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? Trying to help them think more open minded. My heart only felt heavier as they continued to celebrate, not thinking about a thing.

I needed to go, I couldnt do this.

Before anyone could any further questions I got into my bubble, the tears almost seeping through the perfect mask I tried to keep up. But as I began to float higher above the ozians my caught something.

A cloaked figure, I could tell ti was a young man from his figure. He was just standing there, staring at me. Well all people stared at me, but...he stared at me differently. Like he knew something..saw right through my mask and knew my pain. I tried to tear my eyes away from him. All I could see was his outline now.

But I still could get the stare out of my mind as I made it to the palace. It was something different. Something I had seen before, and wanted too. I shook my head as I walked into my chamber closing the balconies door. I need time alone.

Oh Elphie...

Only then did my sobbing begin. I fell on my bed crying my eyes out for my lost friend, fiancee, and people I had pushed away. Why had I been so stupid! Why had I not realized what I would loose?

I was Wicked, no one would Mourn me. I won't return and no one would return for me.

Or would they? Hehehe Hope you liked the first chapter. Trust me theres more mystery to come