"Elphie! No Please, she's innocent, it was him, don't blame her, please she's innocent, stop, she doesn't want to hurt anyone, he's lying, please, she's not, she's not, ELPHIE!" Glinda shot out of bed with unintelligible screaming and sobbing. Her guards rushed in to find Glinda sitting at the foot of her bed crying, sadly this was normal, it seems that ever since a month ago she had woken up like this, and as they walked away they could barely hear her say, "How could you do this to her."
Dylan walked along the long grand green hallways of the palace, as he thought to himself, lost in thought he almost walked past where he was going. As he turned the corner, to walk to Ginda's room, he caught sight of some frantic guards outside in the hallway, and went to ask if everything was alright.
When the guards saw him coming, they saluted, "Capitan", "At ease, what happened?" Dylan replied. Even since he had become captain of the guard, he had started to become used to the formalities that came with the job, but he still wasn't quite comfortable with them yet.
"Lady Glinda woke up screaming again, sir." said one of the guards. Dylan sighed, " I wish I could get her to tell me why she wakes up like this." and the guards nodded in agreement. It had become kind of a mystery to the palace staff, on why their ruler woke up screaming and sobbing every morning. Normally it was best to leave her alone in these situations, but unfortunately he had to talk with her this morning.
"I wouldn't go in there sir.' said the other guard. "I sadly have to disturb her this morning." replied dylan, as he opened the door, and stepped into an explosion of pink. He spotted Glinda on the floor, and took a moment to study her. She was sprawled on the ground, shaking, as tears rolled down her cheeks silently, she was clutching something black close to her heart, and holding what appeared to be a green bottle.
She looked up as he approached her, startling him as she looked up at him with sunken, empty eyes, with black circles underneath from an almost sleepless night. She looked not at all like the ruler of Oz, just a twenty four year old girl, heartbroken, and vulnerable. It was as if this were an entirely different person, from the bubbly, cheerful, glittery, person she showed to Oz, but somehow deep inside of him, he knew this was the real Glinda the Good.
Glinda looked up and saw Dylan, the new captain of the guard, after…. She couldn't think about his death right now, she had a country to rule, and people were depending upon her. Oh Elphie, she sighed trying to pull herself back together, she would be so much of a better ruler if Elphie and Fiyero were by her side.
She was tired of all of the pretending, that she was fine, that she hated the Wicked Witch, and that she was happy. She needed someone to talk to, but no one could know her secrets, there was simply no one she could confide in, so she got ready for another day of pretend.
She told Dylan to get out so she could get ready, and threw on a big poofy white dress, and smothered makeup under her eyes to try to cover up yet another restless night. She knew that she couldn't continue like this, she would break soon, and when it did it'll be extremely messy.
Glinda emerged from her rooms a smile upon her face, that reached her eyes, which she had somehow managed to cover up with makeup. She had a spring in her step, and somehow looked fully rested. Dam. She was good. Dylan watched her, worried about her, he carefully asked "are you alright?" "Couldn't be happier" came the cheerful reply. Dylan was becoming increasingly worried for her, "wanna talk about it?" he gently asked, "No" came the sharp reply.
"So the council, is requesting to see you, any idea what its about?" He said, and Glinda just sighed. The council had been one obstacle she hadn't been able to remove, who had been a constant thorn in her side since she began her rule. "Fine, lets get this over with" is all Glinda said as they walked into the council's chamber. The moment they stepped inside and walked into the center of the floor, Dylan couldn't help but have a nagging feeling.
"Good Morning Your Goodness" "Good morning counsilman Merissan, now, why was I called here?" she replied with a sigh. "The council believes, it would be a good idea for you to host a party." the councilman replied. Councilman Merrisian was the worst of them all, he acted like he had power over her, and in everything she did to reform change he tried to counter her.
"What for?" She replied with yet another sigh. "Why the wicked witch's death of course!" he exclaimed. She felt herself clench her fist,hidden somewhere in her dress, thank goodness it was such a big dress. "I'm currently not in the mood for a celebration." was all she said in return. "Then I believe I have some incentive" he said, while holding up a pink diary, her diary.
Glinda gasped when she first saw it, and was wondering how he got it, but was relieved because she had been extremely careful to not put anything too personal in there, she referred to Fiyero as F and Elphie as E, just like how the two had signed their letters, so they couldn't use it against her, because there was no way any of them knew her friends. "Now, Glinda you will host a party at the castle where the Wicked Witch was killed, or I'll tell all of Oz what happened to Fiyero!"
She looked at him in disbelief, she felt horrible about Fiyero, and what had happened, but at least that wasn't a big secret of hers. She could tell that as the councilman looked at her he could see that she would still not do what he wanted her to do. Then Merissian said "Well, then i'll tell all of Oz about your friend, the one you call E." She could see that he was half guessing about Elphie being important to her based off the limited knowledge in the diary, but she was still shaken. "Hmmm, lets see, 4 months ago…" he said as he started to read her diary out loud. "I Hope E is okay, and that she stays hidden."
"Do you care to tell us who E is? You say something about her in every entry in here, she seems to be a criminal based on what's in here. Imagine that, Glinda the goods friend is a criminal, it wouldn't even matter who she is or what she's done, just the fact that she's a criminal should break a lot of the trust you have built."
Glinda stood still though all of this, as she built up rage at everything that she had gone through, this threat was what seemed the last straw for her, she felt as if she had lost all control.
Dylan stood back as he watched the two argue, it had seemed as if Glinda was going to win, until Merissian brought out her diary. He saw her clench her fists, and then unclench them when Fiyero was mentioned.
What startled him was that when the former captains name was used she didn't seem sad, like she was morning the one she loved, she seemed guilty, as if she blamed herself for a friends death. She stopped to think, and it seemed he could see the wheels turning inside her head, as she though whether this threat was worthy or not. But, as soon as the councilman said E, she flipped.
Dylan couldn't ever remember ever being so terrified in his life, Glinda dropped her posture, stopped smiling, and lunged at Merrisian. She stopped herself after a couple of feet, and regained her posture, and started to smile, but everyone was startled. Everyone in the room had wide eyes and looked utterly terrified, including Dylan. Glinda got a cold look in her eye, and just stared at Merrisian for what seemed as forever.
"Fine." is all glinda said, and with that one word it sounded like she had lost all of her determination, and she now looked as if she wanted to cry. "You'll have your party tomorrow at the castle." No one said anything, they just watched her turn on her heels and walk out of the room, undoubtedly on her way to her room to cry. That night Glinda's screaming was louder than ever.
AN: Hi everyone! I'm new to this whole writing thing. I love reading several fanfics, And I have been reading for a while, but I haven't really tried to write one before now. This is post-musical, wicked of course. It moves pretty fast, so at one point I'll have to go back and add in some more stuff, but I really wanted to start posting! Shoutout to Ultimante queen of cliffies, she helped me with some writing tips, and is an excellent writer!