A/N: Hello Wicked and Gelphie fans! I am back with another story! I hope you all enjoy! I don't own this!


Glinda's Grandmother's P.O.V

There was a time when the country of Oz when there were grand palaces and very elegant parties. The year was 1916 and my son Erik, was the king of all Gillikin Country

I walked in and sat down in my throne as I watched 8 year old Glinda and her father dance. As soon as she saw me, she ran over and embraced me. "Grandmama! It's been so long." She said as she kissed me on the cheek. I pulled out a small music box, causing her to gasp as I wound it up with a necklace I had made for her. It started to play the lullaby I used to sing to her when she was a baby. "It plays our song!" she exclaimed in wonderment.

I smiled. "You can play it at night before you go to sleep and pretend it's me singing to you." I was going to continue but suddenly the ballroom went dark. The doors slammed open to reveal a woman in a black cloak. She pulled off her hood.

Erik walked over to her. "How dare you come back here, Morrible?" he asked her furiously.

She looked slightly shocked. "I'm your confidant, my king."

He scoffed. "You are a traitor! Get out of here!"

Her face hardened. "You can't get rid of me that easily. I banish you with a curse on you and your family!" Everyone in the room gasped. "Mark my words, Erik. You and your family will die with a fortnight! I shall not rest in piece until the last of the Uplands are dead!" And with a flick of her wrist, the giant chandler in the room fell as she disappeared.

Furious at my son for banishing her, Morrible sold her soul for the unholy power to destroy him and his family. "Go my, minions and fulfill your dark purpose. Destroy the king and his family, once and for all."

From that moment on, the spark of the curse ignited into a flame that couldn't be put out. "Hurry!" my son yelled as he, his wife, daughter, all the servants and I ran out of the palace, trying to escape the citizens coming to get us.

Glinda stopped. "My music box!" she exclaimed as she ran back to her room and grabbed it.

"Glinda!" I ran after her as fast as I could. I closed her room door behind me. She has the box in her hand but a loud explosion caused us to jump and gasped. "Come, hurry." I told her as I pulled her towards the door but a voice stopped me.

"Your highnesses." We looked over and saw a green-skinned young girl. I knew she was servant but I couldn't place her name. She grabbed my arm and led us to an opening in the wall. "This way, out the servant's way." Glinda dropped her

I led Glinda out of the tunnel but she stopped. "My music box!" she said to the servant.

She pushed Glinda back in and closed the door behind her as the rebels burst in.

Glinda and I ran through the snow, trying to get to the train station but Morrible jumped out of nowhere and grabbed Glinda by the legs. "Let me go!" She screamed as she kicked.

"You'll never escape me, little girl. Never!" she froze when the ice started to crack and pulled her under into the cold water. "Bartok!" she screamed to her little white bat as she disappeared into the water.

I helped Glinda up and we ran towards the train station. "Hurry. Hurry." I urged her as the train started to slowly take off. I was pulled on but I gasped when I saw Glinda, struggling to keep up.

"Grandmother!" she said.

I leaned down with my hand outstretched. "Take a hold of my hand! Don't let go of my hand!" her tiny hand was in mine but it slipped. She screamed as she fell onto the hard wood. "Glinda!" I screamed as I watched her lying there as I was being pulled into the train.

So many people, along with my son and his wife, died that horrible night. And as for my precious Glinda…I never saw her again.

A/N: So what do you think? Good or not? I'd appreciate good or encouraging reviews. No flames!