Picking up the Pieces
The little girl ran to her room and slammed the door. Her heart was shattered like a glass that had been thrown over a balcony only to be divided into pieces by the harsh ground. With her face buried in her pillow, she began to bellow. Her body shook violently as it expelled her disappointment. Not long after the heartbroken girl had retreated to her room, she sat up to see that she was not alone. Her Ama was looking on from across the room. Even though she was not close, the little girl could feel empathy from the older woman. She ran to where Ama Clutch was seated and jumped up in her lap. Ama stroked her cheek gently while kissing the top of her head, she said, "Hush now, my little Galinda. Ama is here. Everything is okay." Galinda felt her heartbeat returning to normal, and she no longer felt the heavy rock in her chest. Ama's sweet comfort was enough to help Galinda forget about her sorrows, but where was Ama now?
She was pushing up daisies, and little Galinda, now Glinda, had no one to console her. If ever there was a time that Glinda needed some comfort, it was now. Elphie had melted, yes melted, as if she were a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream lying out in the blistering sun. Her friend, the only true friend she had ever had, was gone. Glinda was deserted by nearly everyone she knew. Fiyero had abandoned her, to follow his jade painted love to the grave and Glinda was left forlorn.
Still, she vowed to keep on going, no matter what the cost. She was the new ruler of Oz; Glinda the Good would be calling all of the shots. So, as new ruler of Oz, she demanded that everyone be given back their rights, even Animals. She did that in memory of dear Doctor Dillamond, the goat who could never get her name right, and in honor of whom she changed her name. Glinda would be the best ruler there ever was. In fact, an entire year had quickly passed since Elphie had vanished from this earth. Glinda had begun the reconstruction of Oz, but something more important had been reconstructed within Glinda, her heart.
It had happened so briskly, that Glinda had not noticed at first. He was smart, kind, and always helped out where he was needed. He was not at all the type of guy that Glinda usually fell for. He was an annoyance at first, when he would accidentally stumble into her presence, but she eventually grew to like him. His rich chestnut hair, which hung closely to the bridge of his nose, along with his illuminating smile, never failed to make Glinda long to kiss him.
He adored her, which was always a plus, and he showered her with love. Glinda found that she thought about him constantly. When she was in bed, she wondered what Chanter was doing at that very moment. Was he dreaming of her? She could only hope that something would come of this, and soon.