Sinister Beginnings
If anything more should be said about me than what's in my head, then all I can say is you don't want to know, but (and only if you dare) you do want to know. Then read on. If not. Stop now. I warn you.
My life consists of dark truths. Mystical creatures. People. People who are only known in fairy tales to yourselves, I'll break it you now, are more sinister than that of the evil ones, these people who children learn from are not perfect. The ones they dislike. They are the ones to trust.
Lets start with the people of Oz shall we? Dorothy… she's not really magical and therefore has no real power. A pretty feeble structure may I add. She's not important. However, lets go over to the famous Wicked Witch of the West. She has powers of sorcery beyond your imagination. Her green skin is anything but a showing of her real outward nature. Her beautiful emerald outward shows nothing but a slip in her Mothers' adultery, and some rather nasty looking elixir. It's the truth that she is also known as Elphaba. Not, however, widely known to those who see from the outside. Only, us, in the Land of Oz know the story, some may know the wrong one, but they know a story. Those within Elphaba's real family are the only people who withhold the truth. Not those who are related by blood or DNA but those who stayed with her and Fiyero after they fled. Elphaba and Fiyero can't go back to Oz. However those who do know their location can, and continue to meet with them both to let them know how Glinda the Good is fairing in this evil world of lies and tertiary.
That brings me on to Glinda. Elphaba and herself were friends in the University of Shiz. Glinda is the Throne Minister of Oz, I say, speaking very highly of her. Although she has no idea where Elphaba is. Nor does she know my status in the story. Nor does she have a large quantity of physical power other than her status and beauty. She can't work a wand. A few people witnessed her inability to use a wand. Asking if it was on. However this is possibly a good thing or she will know Elphaba isn't dead which could potentially cause some problems. These will become apparent to you when I next see Elphaba. Having known Glinda for years, despite myself not being alive when Elphaba was hunted, she deserves her title, and should be looked up to. She is one of the few who are greatly thought of by the others, who are actually great.
Nessa-Rose is the late sister if Elphaba who was squashed by a house. A twister of fate did it, or a stoop to a level of sinister actions that the Head Shizstress carried out. Madame Morrible knew what she was doing all along, and possibly it was for the best. Elphaba may be left without a sister however Nessa-Rose, as the Governess, did not help anyone.
This brings onto me, I suppose. I am Ezlinda. I am the daughter of Fiyero and Elphaba. I have one brother called Liir, and I am the hidden child. No one dare know about me. I am green to the bone. I am Elphaba's only daughter and therefore Elphaba's only female family. Fiyero, my father, is a scarecrow. Elphaba, my mother, is a sorceress. Liir, my brother, is far beyond anything I could ever say about him. I despise him. He does not need my time to explain. I, myself, am a sorceress. However I appear brown haired and fair skinned, inside I am green. Green to the bone.
My mother knows much of my talents, as does the poor cat, Milky, who we had when I was very young. The cat tended to be trapped in the middle of Elphaba's and my own constant squabbles that often lead to a loss of control with magic. I'm older than my Brother. I remember when Fiyero came over I would be taken into the other room to occupy myself with the small bookshelf and the spells. I became good at reading them then eventually understanding them in the long periods of time they spent together, where I would not dare intervene. Fiyero would often leave much more flushed than he came and Elphaba often joined me to continue teaching me even more distracted than usual.
My childhood mainly consisted of moving, spells and, my mother, being for formidable Wicked Witch of the West, influenced me to believe that the world was full of people who don't understand magic. Which sadly, I learned as I got older, is true. People from the "real" world don't accept magic. Magic is dangerous unless you're the tooth fairy or Santa. I am neither of those things. Magic is a word used to describe things that don't exist. I exist. I'm sure you see the dilemma in the "real" worlds sight of magic. I, personally, wont try to change their mind. I'll get hunted with pitchforks or burnt to a crisp. I don't particularly like the sound of that.
To actually explain why I'm telling you this may be a good start. I have to share my mothers' story. I am to follow in her legacy. My father, on the other hand, is a cheating, lying Winkie Prince, who (if I'd understood when I was younger) I would have left the company of, as my mother did, and long before I turned nine. I may now have siblings other than my dodgy demanding brother, but I don't think they understand what magic is. Even if their father is a scarecrow, they don't know what good magic is and how people can posses a good magic. Its not all dark and dangerous.