My Version of Wicked: the life and times of The Wicked Witch of the West - Based on the Musical.
Prologue: Good News?
How could the day get any better? It was wonderful to see everyone happy in the Upper Uplands of Gilikin. Who couldn't be happier?
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Boq:
He awoke, stretched out, oiled his feet and cleaned his tin, ready for the day, Boq hated looking in the mirror, his shiny metallic look reflected in the sun, streaming
through the window, always glaring in his eyes. He took a deep breath in, today he decided was going to be the day he would get revenge. The day he, Boq of Munchkinland's dreams were going to come true. He was going, along with the other Witch hunters to kill, The Wicked Witch of the West. He turned ready to open his curtains to release another glare of light into the room, when he noticed his pitch fork, standing against his wooden table. He knew he was the one who had to kill his former friend Elphaba, to gain the heart of his beloved Glinda. He had heard how Elphaba's powers had strengthened, and knew of her fowl temper from his childhood. His nerves started where his heart should be, and shook down through to the tips of his toes. How could he have feelings without a heart?
Boq stepped out of his small munchkin sized house into the street to join the angry mob of people marching ready to kill The Wicked Witch of the West. It would take days, maybe even weeks to reach the Emerald City. It was worth it though, the terrible things Elphaba had done. Elphaba was different, very different. The sun made her look very shiny and metallic alike Boq. She had skin which was as green as grass, or emeralds, but it has its very own pigment. It's witch green.
Glinda:
How could this happen? Her best friend, dead. Glinda's heart fell, she hated, detested Elphaba. Yet, loved her so much as well. As Glinda pulled back the large curtain reluctantly, her heart soared, would she see remains? How would she cope with that? Her thin elegant fingers grasped the edge of the pale cream curtain. She closed her eyes and peeked her head around the corner; slowly she opened her eyelid revealing her deep green eyes. There were no remains, no dust, no sign of life either though. Just a hat. A black slim rimmed hat. The hat which Glinda had given in spite of Elphaba, so many years before hand at Shiz University. Glinda never thought that it would be returned to her, or that is what she had hoped anyway. It was a hideous hat, yet now as it blended in with the darkness in the room, it seemed normal for once, and meant so much more to Glinda.
She picked up the hat, which revealed underneath a tall dark green, twisted bottle, which read the words "green elixir". She recognised the bottle. She had seen it many years ago. It was Elphaba's, it had been given to her, from her mother who had died. She picked it up, rubbing the edges with her palm and fingers and held it close to her body and slowly stood up and walked away with the bottle in one hand and the hat in the other, she knew where she was going. She just didn't know why.