This is more serious than my previous story, but I began it before that one. It may not make much sense some times remember though that I'm trying. I do not own Wicked or any thing to do with it. If I did I wouldn't be online writing stories here. I would be in some other place and not here.
Three years have passed since the death of the infamous Wicked Witch of the West. The castle fortress of Kiamo Ko she had called home had been empty except for one being. Nanny. She hadn't left her bed since the news of Elphaba's death had finally gotten to her. Chistery, the ever-faithful monkey, had attended to her for a few months afterwards, and then seemed not needed. So, he had taken to wandering around the castle grounds. Today however was the third anniversary of her death and he felt an odd presence in the castle. No one had really entered the Witch's room since her death except for Nanny. Chistery didn't completely trust what she said she had seen, since in her old age she had lost many other senses. So, he decided to see her room for himself. He slowly climbed the staircase and stopped just outside her tower room. He moved his hand shakily towards the doorknob and turned it nervously. The door slowly creaked open to reveal a dark and depressing room.
'Just like she left it.' He thought looking around. As he entered the room he saw her hat lying in the middle of the floor. He walked over to it and picked it up in his small hands.
"I guess this is all that's left." He said aloud clutching the hat.
"Actually there's more." Said a voice from the corner. Surprised by the voice Chistery dropped the hat and spun around. The form of a tall, slender woman stood in the shadows before him.
"It couldn't be." He said looking at it curiously. Then the figure stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight revealing her green skin. In her arms she held a book and on her feet were ruby slippers.