This is the story of Nessarose's birth. Let's just get it out there this chapter and the next are only here for building action, to a let me say amazing climax, but not much happens in chapter 1+2. Another word of warning, this story provides a blend of book and musical, if you haven't seen/ read both you may get lost. I will explain a little at the beginning to help but not much in this chapter. And after a long intro, ENJOY! –theoneyouforgot-
Frex entered the room carrying a huge tray of Milk Flowers, "Please my dear Melena, eat some more. God only knows we don't want another green one." Frex and Melena looked over at there first born, Elphaba who was forcefully playing with a doll.
She was still an infant yet she had caused so much trouble, she had almost ended their marriage, raised questions and perhaps worst of all her skin color had been so horrid that her mother had to chew on Milk Flowers all day to avoid another unnatural skinned child.
Green was the color of jealously and the outside world not the color of grace or beauty. Melena puzzled over this as she chewed on the Milk Flowers, she had grown to loathe their sight and even there smell. She wanted to gag every time she thought about having to chew on more Milk Flowers.
"Frex darling no more Milk Flowers they're gross and I've eaten them every for the past six months," Melena begged Frex. Frex had always been so gentle and loving, but he was actually quite forceful, "Please no more," She begged again.
Elphaba stood and walked over to her parents. Elphaba had recently learned to walk. She'd learned to walk fast than most children her age. When Frex found out how advanced she was he remarked, "Well at least she has one good quality."
Elphaba reached her parents and attempted to say, "Look at the picture I drew for you." But came out much more like, "I wre ictur ore ou." Even though Elphaba's message wasn't easily understood she held up her picture proudly.
The picture was merely a bunch of colorful lines arranged in no sort of order. Melena took the picture smiled and put the picture on the table beside her. Elphaba was very young but she was old enough to know that her mother wasn't impressed by the picture. Elphaba wobbled off going back to her corner filled with thousands of crayons and dolls.
Melena forced more Milk Flowers down her mouth. "Darling what are we going to name it?"
Frex stopped in his tracks, "Name what? That Milk Flower you just ate, I suppose that we could always name it Fred. I was always very fond of the name Fred." Frex smiled at his wife who was laying on a silk bathrode that wasn't tied nearly tight.
Melena growned, "This huge tumor thing that has ruined my flat stomach, this thing the reason why I have to eat this shit all the time," She pointed at the Milk Flowers. Her pregnancy moodiness was taking its toll on everyone, and everyone was beginning to dread it!
Melena began to cry, "I need chocolate!" Frex willingly obeyed. He ran out of the room leaving Elphaba and her mother.
The very young Elphaba watched her mother weep, without understanding why or what was happening. Melena sat and cried, all that she wanted was a normal looking child. All Frex wanted was a goodnights sleep.
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