Short story time! And by short, I mean five chapters. And I tried really (REALLY) hard to fit Fiyeraba into here when planning this, but it just didn't work out the way I wanted it to. But that means we all get to focus on Bessa for a bit of a change. Oh, and if you hated Nessa in 'Love Quest', then be prepared to REALLY hate her now. Enjoy!

"I'm sorry, Nessie."

The three words Nessarose had heard all of her life fell on deaf ears. She didn't want to hear it anymore. She was sick and tired of hearing those words. "How could you, Elphaba?"

Her older sister looked down, clearly ashamed. "I didn't mean to. I…"

"Save it. It's nothing you haven't said before." She angrily wheeled away, but stopped. "As if it wasn't bad enough you were born with ugly, green skin and sinful magic, but to show your magic in public…"

"Nessa, I didn't mean to, I swear to Oz, I didn't. The other kids… they were making fun of you and…" Elphaba pleaded, taking a step towards her sister.

"You promised you would try to control it," Nessa spat angrily, turning around. "It's hard enough for me to make friends, being stuck in this hideous chair with wheels, but to have a sister that's green and sinfully magic is too much."

The fourteen-year-old stepped back, knowing that no matter what she said, Nessa wouldn't listen to her. "You know I try to control it, Nessa. I try so hard. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You're not sorry, Elphaba," Nessa growled, wheeling back over to her sister. "Everything is your fault. It's your fault Mother died and I'm stuck in this stupid wheelchair! You killed our mother! Everything would be perfect if you didn't exist! I hate you!"

Elphaba's eyes quickly filled with tears. "Nessie…"

"I hate the fact that I have to be seen with you. I hate the fact that you constantly have to help me. I hate the fact that I'm related to you!"

Elphaba's tears fell freely. She couldn't believe her sister was saying those hurtful things to her. She had loved, comforted and cared for her her entire life.

"My thirteenth birthday is tomorrow," the brunette continued, ignoring her sister's tears. "And I don't want to see you."

Elphaba bit her lip until she began to taste blood. "Nessa, please…"

"And I'm telling Father what happened at school today."

The green girl's eyes widened. "No, Nessa, please. Don't tell Father. He'll beat me if he finds out."

"He wouldn't beat you if you didn't deserve it, Elphaba," Nessa hissed.

Elphaba stumbled back slightly. "I'll change, Nessie. I promise. Just please don't tell Father," she begged.

"You won't change, Elphaba. You'll always be a horrid, green monster, and nothing will ever change that." She quickly wheeled away, ignoring the soft sobs of her sister.

That night, as Nessa laid in bed, she looked up out of her window as the first star of the night shining bright in the sky. She began to faintly remember Elphaba telling her something about making a wish on the first star and having it come true. Could it actually happen? Could wishing on a star actually change anything?

"I wish to be normal," Nessa whispered, deciding to give it a try. "I don't want to be stuck in a wheelchair anymore. I want people to like me for me, and not pity me."

And with those thoughts in mind, the younger Thropp drifted off to sleep.

When Nessa awoke the next morning, she felt different. Yawning, she pushed herself and looked around. Nothing looked different. Everything was where she left it the previous night. Except… when she looked next to her bed, her wheelchair was missing. Frantically, she looked around. Where was it? She needed it. Blinking, she remembered the wish she made last night. Had it come true? Could she walk? Slowly, Nessa pushed the covers away from her body and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She pushed herself to her feet, expecting to fall over, but she didn't. For the first time in her life, Nessa was standing. She let out a laugh as she took a small step forward, then a larger one. She was walking. She was pulled from her thoughts by the smell of bacon and pancakes. Smiling, she hurried out of her room and was met with stairs, which made sense; since she was no longer in a wheelchair, her room didn't have to be downstairs anymore. She walked into the dining room, where her father was sitting at the table, reading the paper like he always did.

Her gaze fell on the woman sitting across from him. Her long, slightly curly dark brown hair fell over her shoulders. Her facial features were sharp and defined, and Nessa noted that she looked like an older version of herself. She was still wearing a dark red bathrobe as she sipped her cup of coffee. She turned towards Nessa and smiled, and Nessa immediately recognized the woman she had only seen in pictures... until now.

"Mama," she whispered, smiling as she ran towards her mother.

Melena looked slightly surprised, but stood as her daughter leapt into her arms and tightly wrapped around her. "Good morning, Nessa. Happy birthday."

"Thank you, Mama," Nessa smiled, thinking about how wonderful it was to finally be able to say that sentence.

"Goodness, Nessa, you're acting like you've never seen your mother before," Frex chuckled as he put down his paper.

Melena rolled her eyes as she gently released Nessa, who immediately ran over to her father and hugged him.

"Happy birthday, my precious Nessa," Frex smiled, kissing Nessa's forehead.

"Thank you," Nessa smiled as she sat down at the table next to her mother.

Nessa ate her usual birthday breakfast; eggs, bacon, pancakes and orange juice, but noticed that something was missing. Her gaze floated around the table and she figured it out. There were only three chairs. Where was Elphaba?

"Well, shall we go into the parlor for presents?" Melena asked, smiling as she took her daughter's hand.

Nessa blinked, then looked up at her mother and smiled. "Yes!"

The little family went into the parlor, where a large pile of presents was waiting for Nessa. She got an assortment of clothes, books, a new journal, and a new pair of roller skates, something she had never pictured receiving.

"Thank you. This is the best birthday ever," Nessa smiled as she shared a group hug with her parents.

"You're welcome, Nessa," Frex and Melena smiled.

The little family spent the rest of the day together in the garden. Frex lifted Nessa over his head and spun her in the air, causing his daughter to laugh with delight. She chased her mother through the garden. Exhausted, they all fell onto the grass, laughing and hugging.

"We love you, Nessa," Melena whispered, hugging her daughter closer.

"I love you, too," Nessa whispered, snuggling closer to her mother. She couldn't believe she had missed out on this for thirteen years. She enjoyed having her mother with her. She saw a new side of her father. He was happy before, but now he seemed even more happy, a happiness that can only come when you're surrounded by people you love and who love you.

I love my new life, Nessa thought happily as they went back inside for dinner. Again, she was plagued by the thought of her sister's whereabouts. Where was she? Surely she would have dinner with them, right. She was about to ask when something stopped her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something was telling her not to ask. So she simply sat and talked to her parents about her day as they ate.

That night, as she prepared for bed, a feeling of guilt set deep in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know why, but she felt guilty about something. Was it her sister? Did she even still have a sister?

"Elphaba, where are you?" Nessa whispered as she drifted off to sleep.

So, do we think Elphaba still exists, or did Nessa wish her away? We will find out in the next chapter. Reviews are wonderful!