I don't own Wicked or any of it's characters. Nor do I own the soundtrack. The story is mine, the OCs are mine. I make no money from this I simply enjoy it.

This is an Elphie/Glinda story that's a little bookish, a little musical-ish, and a little soundtrack-ish, yes some of the dialog is taken from the lyrics of the soundtrack, but only some of my favorite bits. It's a mix of future/present.

I posted this years ago on a different account I had. I thought I would repost here.

Enjoy.


It was spring in the Emerald City and the sun was making everything sparkle and shine. The weather was finally starting to get warm after a bitterly cold winter, but a soft rain had fallen that morning, making things damp and little chilly. People were just starting to go out and about, the city just starting to awaken after a peaceful night. The streets were filled with the sound of shop owners opening their stores, and children playing on their way to school. The gentle morning hum of the Emerald City made the young woman walking down the street smile. She liked the sound of children playing as long as it wasn't her younger brothers and sister, who made a game out of trying to get on her nerves. She didn't have to worry about them now, because she'd actually managed to make it out of the house without anyone, even them, knowing. The girl needed a break from her life inside the walls of her home, so she'd made the decision that morning to talk a little walk.

Pulling her cloak a little more securely around herself the girl headed for her favorite bookstore. A group of young men and women from Shiz, in the city for the spring break, were heading towards her and the last thing she wanted was for one of them to see her. If she were recognized it would take mere moments for it to get back to her home and to her parents, and that would be very bad because she wasn't exactly allowed to be out and about on her own in the city. She'd already been warned several times about wondering out like, but she couldn't help herself.

Sighing in relief when the small group passed she said a small thank you to whichever Ozian deity it was who had just granted the small favor. Slipping into the bookstore she pulled her hood back just enough for the old Gillikinese man behind the counter to see who she was and then winked at him while placing a finger to her lips and smiling. The man gave her a warm smile and an understanding nod before returning to his work. The girl headed for where the newest of the books were and started to skim their spines with her eyes. There were so many since her last visit that the girl smiled brightly, a look of pure delight on her face. Her hand, which had been tucked into her clock, reached out and a long slender finger began to caress the books as she trailed it along the rows. She was so engrossed in choosing several new books that she hadn't noticed the child who'd come to stand next to her.

"I know you!" The child said gleefully.

The girl jumped then flinched. The boy had seen her hand, her skin. "Hello."

The small boy smiled at the older girl. "Your you!"

The girl bit back the snippy remark that lingered on the tip of her tongue. Of course she was she, but why did he have to know that? "I am?"

"Your Princ..." He began.

The girl turned to look at the boy fully, pressing her finger to her lips to shush him but in doing so the hood of her cloak fell away. The girl wasn't much older then fourteen or fifteen, her hair was long, raven black, and curly, her eyes were a sparking blue-green, and her skin was a soft emerald green.

"ess Nessa!"

Nessa flinched again. There was no way to discourage the boy from thinking that she was who he said given the fact there was only one other green person in all of Oz. Dillamond's, or Dilly as most people called him, had raven hair like her, and his eyes were green, where as his twin, Ristin, and their youngest sibling, Idina, looked more like their mom. Their hair was dark blonde, and their eyes bright blue.

"Look!" Another child called after hearing the boy's announcement. "It's Princess Nessa!"

Before Nessa could do anything there were several children gathering around her. Sighing she resigned herself to her fate. She smiled warmly at the children as she crouched down to their level and started to speak with them. So much for getting away, she thought.

A small Quadling girl tugged on Nessa's cloak and removed her thumb from her mouth long enough to ask, "Princess read us book?"

Catching the child's glance at the books she had tucked under her arm Nessa chuckled softly. Somehow she didn't think these little ones would find "Speeches of the Ozmas through the Generations." interesting.

"Please?" The girl asked.

Nessa thought about it for a moment, this wasn't how she wanted to spend her day, but she ended up nodding and tooking the girl's hand. "Alright."

She led the small group of children into the back of the store where there were chairs and a long ruby red couch. Nessa sat down in the middle of the couch, placing the smallest of the children on her lap. All the others sat around her either on the couch or on the floor. With at least seven small faces looking up at her Nessa asked, "How about I tell you a story?"

The children nodded their heads, and spoke their agreement while they clapped and smiled brightly at the idea.

Nessa had to think quickly and then returned their smiles with one of her own. "Who wants to hear the story of the Great Queens of OZ?"

Every tiny hand present went up.

"Ok," She paused to think of where and how to start. She bit her lip as she thought, then nodded to herself when she was ready. "Many many generations ago great Seers from all corners of the land of Oz began to foretell of the future of Oz. This wasn't a strange occurrence, not until they all started to see the same thing." She paused for effect and then glanced up as if she were having a vision. "A stranger in red from outside the boarders of Oz is coming, and for twenty-five years Oz will fall under the rule of deceit and turmoil, heartache and hate." She paused and then looked quickly at the children. "Have heart Ozians!" The children jumped and then giggled. "For Oz will be saved and reborn through truth, and true love."

"The prophecy floated around for years and years long after the visions stop, parts of it fading away, parts of it became entwined with folktales and children's stories. But then the visions returned. A glassblower from Quadling country could see them, and so could a small babe who looked into the green looking glass the glassblower made for her. And so could an old weathered crone who everyone had thought mad." She made a face that had the children giggling again.

"A man in a balloon, the color of rubies, a huge bubble of blood, is coming!" Nessa said with that far away look. "The Regent will fall! The house of Ozma will fall!" She once again looked at the children. Nessa loved to tell stories and to sing, and she was soon focused only on her tiny audience, her story, and nothing else. "The prophecy was clearer then it had ever been before, especially to that old crone. For it was she who saw the rest." Leaning forward a bit Nessa looked at each child's face. "Born under the full moons of autumn and spring of the same year two babes, one of pink and one of green, will grow up and save all of Oz with the one power no magic can touch."

"What's the power?" An eight year old Gillikinese boy asked.

Nessa looked at him and replied, "True love."

The girls all swooned, the boys all gagged.

Nessa smiled before going on. "The Quadling and babe were right in what they saw. Shortly after the babe was found sitting under a dock looking into the looking glass, a man in a big red balloon came to the Emerald City. He over threw the Regent and banished the Ozma Tippetarius. Oz now had a Wizard, The Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz."

The children all booed and hissed.

"All of Oz, or so he thought, loved the Wizard. All of Oz suffered in one way or another under his rule. When the Wizard heard the prophecy, which now included the line, "two powerful witches, one of pink and one of green," the Wizard knew he would have to stop it from ever coming true. He knew that if these witches were to become as powerful as the crone said they would become, they'd have to go through Shiz. The Wizard sent a most fowl creature to Crage Hall to keep an eye out for these witches of pink and green."

Ness scrunched up her face as she looked at the children. "A creature who was Gillikinese, or at least we think she was Gillikinese, because the woman without a doubt looked like a great bloated goldfish!"

The children laughed. A tall figure near the back of the crowd, hidden from view of the princess, with crossed arms looked down at the smaller figure that stood close. The small figurer smiled, a soft blush across the nose, "What?" The small one whispered and then giggled. The tall one's eyes rolled and head shook in disapproval and hidden amusement.

"Now you see the job of the mean, nasty, fishy woman was to keep these witches, when they finally crossed the threshold of Crage Hall, far away from each other. For many incoming classes of young girls anyone who favored the colors pink or green were watched. Our fishy woman was about to give up on ever finding these so called threats, but then one morning while sorting girls into rooms and dorms half of the puzzle stepped out of the shadowed corner of the room. A tall young girl with long raven hair and emerald green skin! Surely this was the girl Fishy was looking for! It had to be! Her skin was green and surely that had to be a sign! The girl was…"

"Queen Elphaba the Brave!" The children roared happily before Nessa could say the girl's name.

Nessa beamed proudly. "That's right, but back then she was simply Elphaba, the Thropp Third Descending from Nest Hardings, and would soon be just Elphie to the handful of friends she would reluctantly make."

Again the tall figure in the back of the room looked down at the smaller. The smaller again simply smiled brightly and giggled.

"Fishy thought that if she roomed our Elphie with a girl so opposite her, a girl who so clearly disliked her, a girl so self-centered and blonde," Nessa enfasized blonde in such a way that small figure in the back of the crowd huffed softly. "It would ensure the demise of the prophecy."

Picking up a little boy and placing him on her lap where the small girl had been before she'd slipped off to sit in the floor to see Nessa better, Nessa continued. "You see Fishy must have never heard the old saying that opposites attract, because the girl she'd put our Elphie with was, at that time, Galinda the Arduennas of the Uplands, on her mother's side of course." Nessa paused to smirk at a private joke and then asked, "Who we know now as?"

"Queen Glinda the Good!" The children cheered.

Again Nessa beamed. "When Elphaba and Galinda first meet they didn't like each other very much because they were so very different, but as they got to know each other they found that their differences a part fit perfectly together. They became friends, they became best friend, they fell in love, then they saved Oz."

"How did they do it?" One of the children asked.

Nessa smiled so brightly she lit up the room as she answered simply, "They defied gravity..."