Hi everyone! Well, all I can say is I hope you enjoy this fic. It has been awhile since I have written anything. Anyway this story I came up with when I was listening to Celtic Woman the other day and thought it would fit wicked.. But without further ado I introduce my story.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned wicked I do not. All right go to the amazing wicked team Stephen Schwatz, and company.
She could hear the Ozian's happy cheers, the celebration going on below from her palace room. But in no way could she even smile at this moment. For Oz it was a time of joy, a time of happiness and freedom.
But for another…It was a feeling of utter pain, grief, regret, and loss; Her young heart ached as she looked to the wand in her hand. She had just come from speaking to the Ozians.
It had been a whole year, and the pain was still so fresh and real.
"What you got rid of…What you thought was wicked." She said it so softly to herself, allowing the tears to fill her eyes and melt away the plastic mask that she had worn for hours on end. Her small figure fell against the sheets of her pink bed, her sob hidden from her perfect face pressing against the pillows, trying to get a grip on herself. Yet the pain was too great for the young witch.
"Elphie..No Elphie not you..not Fiyero. Please..please come back. Don't leave me alone to rule. I can't do it anymore without you." She sobbed, her heart overwhelmed with grief.
Only if the Ozians could see their Glinda the Good now… Crying over the death of the Witch of the West
She thought of the people of Oz, that so stupidly and closed mindedly were the reason her best friends were taken from her. But it was her fault as well. She had not realized how foolish she had been to want the love of the Ozians, just to be loved for once, and adored caused the loss of the only two people that really understood her. That really knew her..
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, this made the good witch jump so far out of her skin that it was as if she felt the tears soak up back into her eyes. She stood quickly looking in the mirror, her tear stained face was a dead giveaway.
"Your Goodness," the voice came from outside, while the good witch managed to place some make up under her eyes to help cover the tears that had fallen from before. Just as soon as the door opened a plastic smile had returned to the witch's face; her captain of the guard came in and bowed.
"Yes Captain?" She nodded her head in respect to him. As he rose, he gave her a small smile of gratitude.
"Your Goodness, the public wishes to see you make your speech tonight." she sigh softly walking over to her window to hide the once perfect face hoping the makeup was doing its job.
"Tonight? Well.. I suppose."
"It is to declare this day, a holiday I believe. That is what they wish." The witch's heart stopped hearing the fact of the day being a holiday. Every year she would have to celebrate her best friend's death. Every year she would feel this numbness, be always reminder of what she had done. What she never did and what it cost her. She had thought after a few years it would all be forgotten but now..
She closed her eyes taking in a breath to calm down her emotions. Trying to appear like she was perfectly fine, as she always did; she turned towards her captain of the guard and nodded with a slight smile.
"I suppose. I am very exhausted but it's what the People of Oz want." The witch grabs her wand preparing to leave once again when the Captain stopped her.
"Your Goodness, if you are not up to it." She shakes her head, but the guard sees the pain at the borderline of her eyes, well hidden but not for him.
"No, No I will be fine. The people must get what they want." Against his better judgment he allowed the Ruler of Oz to walk past towards the main balcony where she gave her speeches to the city of Emeralds.
At first glance, the city looked like a paradise, a place of hope, a bright future. But when it came to Glinda the Good, she saw it as the place that destroyed everything. At one time she saw this place as where her bright future would begin but fate had other plans.
And now here she stood, the Ruler of Oz, not a friend in the world to look at her and know her for what's behind the mask. She would be the perfect Galinda everyone had seen at Shiz, the preppy, beautiful, and air headed girl; but that was then she was different why couldn't people see that, Like Elphie and Fiyero had.
Before she got ready to head out to make her speech a hand fell on her shoulder. She turned to look at her captain of the guard, whose face was in concern.
"Your grace wait, I don't believe you should do the speech today. Maybe you should wait, and rest. You look like you have so much on your mind." Glinda backed up a little frighten at how he read her but anyone could tell when I person was tired. She shook her head looking away from him.
"I am perfectly fine Chase. I promise." She said carefully trying to make herself sound convincing. But Chase was not convinced, he had been the Captain of the Guard since Glinda took over ruling Oz, he never had seen a woman with a more plastic smile then her. It got on his nerves from time to time to see a person so unhappy but he never questioned her. It was not his place to wonder about the good witch's personal life.
And yet he still wondered what did lay under that mask she had over her face. He nodded in agreement though shaking away his thoughts.
"Yes Miss. As you wish." For a minute Glinda gave him a real small smile before turning towards the balcony; walking out to see the crowd of citizens cheering as they laid eyes on her. Yet Glinda couldn't help but want to cry imagining her best friends standing beside her on this day. She could remember every moment they shared or so she thought.
Composing herself, making sure she could hid the tears she fake smiled to the crowd.
"Fellow Ozians, I am thrilled you are enjoying this day of celebration! For today-"
The Good Witch never finished her sentence, there was a bang that rang throughout the crowd, and pain erupted through her side. Glinda touched her side looking down to see nothing but red covering her once blue dress.
"GLINDA NO!" Chase screamed as he caught her in his arms as she fell hearing another bang Chase covered her protecting her as screams came throughout the crowd. At that moment Chase was scared for the witch's life. He looked into her painful eyes hoping to keep her with him
"Glinda, Glinda stay with me! Glinda please!" He was practically begging, not as captain of the guard, but as a man that was growing closer to the woman in his arms.
The good witch looked at Chase who's eyes were looking dead into hers, but soon chase's face faded and she was seeing images of a summer at Shiz, Elphie and Fiyero were with her.
"Glinda I'm sorry I have to do this.." She was standing in a village, a fountain at its center. Elphie's hand was on hers. A song played in her head echos, talking to her.
Forgotten Is the race that no one knows…
"Elphie, I don't understand." A green hand touched her forehead and Glinda could feel everything going black as she saw a tear fall from Elphie's green cheek.
"I'm sorry Glin. To protect you, ..Forget this summer. Fiyero and I will always protect you. One day everything will be ok…"