I looked down at the Oz I was going to leave. Fieyro in toe I flew as quickly as I could so no one could see us. There was my childhood home in the Rush Margins, Mother's burial site. There was that little brat's house. And there were Nessa's feet. And then I saw her, Glinda. She looked sad. Like she had lost something: me.

            I flew over Gilikin. There was Crage Hall, Dear Old Shiz. The next land was Camelot. Goodbye Oz.

            "Do you think Camelot is right?" Fieyro asked.

            "It's a monarchy at least." I said. We flew down the Camelot only to see a fallen country and a dead King Arthur.

            "Who the hell are you?" A man in a black hood asked.

            "I am…" I couldn't call myself Elphaba. "Fae of…" I couldn't say Oz. "…Oz." Why? Why did I? The man gave me a look.

            "I'm not stupid. I read the papers. Word travels fast." The man took out his dagger. "You are the Wicked Witch of the WEST!" He yelled.

            I quickly flew up, but cannons began to blast. The broom. The beloved broom. It was gone. I remember when Glinda and I found it. It was after The Wizard ordered the guards after me. That is how I became…wicked. But I didn't think I was.

I think I'll try…

Defying gravity.

            It was coming back to me.

I'd like it high,

Defying gravity.

            I broke down.

Nobody in all of Oz.

Now wizard that there is or was.

Is ever gonna bring me down.

            But now I was down.

TO BE CONTINUED