Written late last night...who needs sleep?
Takes place somewhere between No Good Deed and March of the Witch Hunters. Of course, I do not own it.
The sun sank low in the West, casting its last rays across the purple sky. The Witch of the West sat on some kind of crate beside an old, abandoned cottage, watching the brilliantly colored clouds swirl high above.
She was deep in thought, not an unusual thing for her. However, this time her focus wasn't on lost Animals or the Gale Force, it circled around her past.
The Witch was remembering, trying to piece together exactly how she had got to this low point in her life. A time where her only objective was to hunt little kids in order to get back a pair of insignificant shoes, sickened with grief and trying to convince herself that she was indeed wicked.
She missed her old life more than she would ever admit. How she longed to go back in time to younger, carefree years! The endless days spent learning and laughing, surrounded by those who she called her friends.
Now, the witch was completely and utterly alone. There was not a soul in the world who cared about Elphaba Thropp. The only people to even know her true name hated her. She had no friends anymore, not even Glinda, who swore during collage that they were 'best friends forever!'.
Now, the blonde hated her. They were enemies, the Wicked Witch of the West and Glinda the Good. Elphaba had seen the fury burning in her eyes when Dorothy Gale had arrived, she felt the immense loathing in the slap on her cheek. The Good Witch hated Elphaba to the depths of her good heart and made it quite clear that she would never be forgiven for 'stealing' Fiyero.
Fiyero.
He had reminded her of a past life, of freedom and youthful nievity. Whenever she had looked at him, all the years of running and fear melted away. She was young again, deeply in love and certain of a perfect future.
She bit her lip, hard. The sharp taste of blood jolting her out of lost dreams and unrealistic wishes. That life was gone, banished from memory as if it had never existed. All she faced now was a gaping hole resembling the future where nothing was certain or safe. It did little help to dwell on the past.
Elphaba kicked the crate away. Night was approaching and she had some shoes to find.
Early New Year's resolution: get more reviews. You wouldn't want me to break it, hm?