The Witch of the Emerald City
Kirra White Tigress
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked or any of the characters mentioned in this story.
Prologue:
It was two years after the Wicked Witch of the West's death when the panic once again set in. The ruler of Oz had vanished, laws were being broken, the Animals that survived the cruel Banns that had been established all those years ago were finally coming out of hiding. Chaos erupted everywhere, and they had no one to turn to for help. The world made a full turn into the days of darkness that the people of Oz believed the Witch had taken with her to her grave.
The months transformed slowly into another year until one Ozian came up with a bright idea: Why not ask Glinda the Good to help us? She's smart, she's pretty, she's practically the former Wizard's right-hand person… and she's the only person they had left that was untainted by the bitterness of the world. And so a group of people marched up to her home in Gillikin and pleaded with her to take the position, praying to the Unnamed God or Lurline or the Kumbric Witch or just logic that she would accept. They knew she would: She couldn't resist.
She refused.
It left all of Oz in bewilderment and confusion, but Glinda stood at her word. Why should she go back, anyway? She had too many things on her mind already. The premature death of her husband, the illness that her only daughter had come down with that could prove to be fatal…. The death of her best friend, whom had done nothing to deserve it. It was all enough to make her want to die. Glinda was left on this damned earth to suffer and hate, and yet she still managed to act like nothing was wrong.
But everything was wrong. She didn't have life. She didn't have love. All of that disappeared when she died! Glinda fell asleep in tears knowing that her best friend, the only one she could ever come to love, was gone forever, knowing that there was nothing she could do to bring her back. Even if she could bring her back, she would only be killed again, if not by the people of Oz then definitely by Glinda's own two hands for leaving her in this cruel world to face the darkness by herself.
You could have helped her, a voice in her mind told her. You could have changed how history progressed; you could have made it so that she wasn't made to be evil in these people's eyes.
She still could. Glinda could still change history; she could make sure this didn't happen again. And so she agreed the next time they asked her to take charge of the people of Oz. Glinda the Good was immediately moved to the Emerald City, to the palace where the former Wizard of Oz resided, and she was equipped with enough maids and butlers to attend to four people's needs. Everyone throughout Oz rejoiced, for they now had a new ruler. Everyone celebrated but Glinda the Good, who burst into tears the moment she was left alone.