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Book
POV: Elphaba
I remember when I joined the Resistance.
They all wore thick black cloaks, and that is where I received mine. My hands were covered by gloves and my face wrapped in a wide scarf, to ensure no one saw that I was green. They found out soon enough, but that's beside the point.
The room was dark. Any windows it had covered by blackout cloths. A figure led me to a rickety table in a far corner. A candle that was nearly a mere puddle of wax cast a sputtering flame over a worn book. The pages had writing not printed words, so I assumed it was records the Resistance kept of its members. Another figure opposite me across the table asked for a name I would prefer to be known as.
I gave them the alias I had thought of long ago: Fae.