1The Witches and I - part 2
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Summary: This is the sequel to The Witches and I, the first one at least. I made myself into Glinda last time, well what would happen if I became Elphaba?! Yay!
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Chapter 1: I Mourn the Wicked
Disclaimer: I own myself, but nothing of Oz. Unfortunately, I might be a little emo through this one. What can I say? I had to leave my best friend behind!! WHAAA!
I sat in my room, gazing wistfully at the generic Grimmerie that our pathetic human world had created. What was wrong with all of them? Why couldn't they just make an actual Grimmerie? I threw it away, disgusted and stared at my hands. These hands, trembling and white as they might be they had held the real Grimmerie. They had lovingly clasped hands with a dear friend who happened to be a green witch, they had done wonderful things all through Oz! I threw myself facedown on the bed and cried. Today was the one year anniversary to what had happened.
I hiccuped and sniffed, managing to choke out, "I- I have been changed, for- go-ood. OH ELPHIE!" I burst into tears again. I couldn't believe myself! I had just left her there! How could I have just left her there? Stupid me! Stupid- stupid- stupid! I slammed a fist down on the bed post, making the frame shudder. I looked out the window. If only a twister could take me away!
The earth began to tremble beneath my feet. I leapt up and clung to the bed, crying out in fear. Oh no, not another earthquake! They had been coming and going so much since last month for some reason! The force of the tremor knocked me off my feet, making me scream.
A sickening crunching sound beneath me and the floor split open. "OH! my GOD!" I leapt onto my bed and clutched my pillow, screaming. The floor creaked again, and suddenly cracked open, my bed dropping into a gaping hole beneath my feet. I floated there for a moment as if by magic, then managed to scream once before simply dropping into the darkness.