Okay, so I saw Wicked at the theatre when I went to London, and it was AMAZING! I really want to go again! And I would definitely recommend it to others! But anyway, I was thinking about it, and I came up with this idea. I hope you like it! I will try to upload the next part soon!
Melena's Point Of View
"How long?" I ask, panting. The baby had been coming for a while now and I was getting quite tired.
"Not long now, I can see the head." The midwife says. "One more push."
I oblige, and the baby is born. The midwife gasps, before quickly scooping the baby up into a blanket.
"What is it?" I ask, noticing the midwife's shock.
"Congratulations, you have a... healthy... baby girl."
"And..."
"Well, she's... she's..."
"She's what? Let me see my daughter!" I demand. The midwife hesitantly shows me the baby. I gasp too.
The baby is no ordinary baby. She is healthy, perfectly formed in every way except one.
Her skin is completely... green.
"Oh... my." I mumble, lost for words. Neither the midwife nor I say or do anything. The baby, not liking being held in mid-air, starts to scream.
"Let me hold her." I say, and the midwife puts the baby into my arms. She calms down immediately, and opens her eyes wide, seeming to focus on me. I smile at her, and stroke her head gently, whispering to her.
"You are my little girl, and nothing, not even your skin colour, can stop me from loving you."
I hear the door bang into the wall as Frexspar, my husband and the Governor of Munchkinland, comes in. Even from the floor above, I can hear him talking to one of the maids, asking about the baby. Then, I can hear his boots thud on the floor as he makes his way to our room- he is still wearing his coat and shoes, as he has come in straight from work. He bursts in through the door, smiling... but when he sees the baby, his face pales, and he freezes.
"Melena. Is this some kind of joke?!" He asks, barely able to speak.
"N-no, Frex." I stutter.
"Well then." He says through gritted teeth. "Why is she GREEN?!"
I jump, and the baby wakes, emitting a startled cry. I calm her, before turning to Frex again. "I don't know why she's green, it's just one of the mysteries of life." I say, trying to be calm.
"We cannot keep her. She must be taken to an orphanage at once."
I clutch the baby to my chest, outraged. "Frex, no! You can't just get rid of a baby! People know I was pregnant, there will be questions, and suspicion! Besides..."
"Say that she was stillborn, then!" Frex interrupts.
"Then we would need to have a funeral. As I said, you can't just get rid of her! And... she's my daughter, I love her." I say.
"How can you love this... this... thing?" Frex asks. I stay silent, pretending to adjust the baby's blanket. If he doesn't understand why I love her, then... I don't know. He must feel some sort of parental bond, surely?
The room is silent for a while, and then Frex speaks, stiffly. "Do you have a name for her?"
"Yes. I was thinking... Elphaba." I say, quietly.
"Right, okay." He says. Then, he leaves the room. I sigh. The future doesn't look good for Elphaba. Mainly because she's green, but also because her own father does not love her... I cuddle her close, wishing that I could make everything okay...
