Well, this is new for me. It's rare that I ever write something in one sitting, much less something this short. Un-beta'd and inspired by this Japanese anime song 'Alice of Human Sacrifice' (sounds rather morbid, I know), I wanted to post something. So this is a small horror/fantasy AU oneshot, which is admittedly heavily copyrighted from the song. I don't usually like to copy things too much, but yeah, well.

I hope this is at least entertaining, if just a little bit. Please drop a review on your way out. ;-)

I don't own Wicked nor the song 'Alice of Human Sacrifice'.


There was once a little dream.

It was so small; no one ever noticed it.

No one knows who had dreamed of it- it was that small a dream.

And yet, as all dreams are, they want to be dreamed of. This made the little dream think. "I don't want to disappear. How can I make people dream of me?"

The little dream thought and pondered this, until at last he found an answer to his little predicament.

"I will make people come to me, and they will make my world."


The first Ozma was a fierce green one. She carried her broom and hat as she flew around the skies of Oz. She was straight-forward and fast, blazing through her obstacles as a forest fire. She stood for the rights of what she believed in, no matter the cost of her actions and however drastic they were.

She was always followed by scattered a trail of whispers and lies following on behind her, exaggerating the deeds she only did for the good of her Oz. She was trapped in her castle in the west as a wanted fugitive.

If it wasn't for the trail of rumors she left behind, no one would have known she had ever existed.

~ z ~

The second Ozma was a scandalous blue one. He was handsome and seduced all Oz with his loose-limbed dance, filling the Ozians with false lies of hope and security. The people loved him, and he lived a happy and comfortable life with his princess until he was found in a past affair with the green Ozma.

This Ozma was one of diamonds. He was beaten, and left to die in a cornfield; the brilliant blue diamonds tattooed into his skin staining a sad red.

He who was once loved was now the one forgotten.

~ z ~

The third Ozma was a popular pink one. She was beautiful and dear to the Land of Oz, charming it's people at her every beck and call. The pink Ozma slowly built a strong, powerful, new country.

This was Oz's queen, ruling from her grand castle with equality and a hand of justice. Years past loosing her best friend and lover, she was taken over by a weird, distorted dream. She was afraid of loosing to death just as her friends all had.

She would forever rule in her strange, pink Oz.

~ z ~

During all this time, there were two young children playing in the woods. They sat under a tree with diamond-shaped leaves to rest when the saw a goat walk past. The goat gave them an invitation to the pink queen's castle; a card with a small, round bubble printed upon it.

The fourth Ozma were two best friends. They had an undeniable curiosity in the Land of Oz, travelling far and wide through many differently-colored doors. Soon enough, they came upon a red boat floating gently in a green river.

And though they were the ones closest to the true Oz, they wandered one door too far…

They never woke from their deep dreaming, and were forever cursed to wander Oz with no rest.


Remember fellow Ozians! Reviews are love. ;-)