-1Glinda opened a drawer in her room, dust clouded her vision for a moment; she hadn't opened the drawer in probably more than ten years. She wiped her hand across the dusty contents and smiled as her fingers traced a bottle.
She lifted the bottle out of the drawer and gently wiped the dust off of it. The bottle with the worn away label saying Magic Elix- caught the sunlight from Glinda's open window and sprayed beams of green across her room. Elphaba.
Glinda felt tears coming to her eyes, she hadn't thought of Elphaba in nearly five years, and for that she was thankful..but she felt guilty; for the first few years after Elphaba died, Glinda had been distraught and couldn't get Elphie's face or scream when she melted out of her head.
Glinda traced the pretty, green bottle with her lacquered nails. She had always thought it was such a pretty bottle, one of the only pretty things that Elphaba owned. Glinda remembered the first time she had seen Elphaba with it: it had been the first day at Shiz, and Glinda had hated Elphaba. For what reason she can't even remember anymore, Elphaba had been sitting on her bed, a book propped up on her knees, but she wasn't reading. In her hand had been the nearly empty bottle of Magic Elixir, and she had been twirling it in her long, bony fingers.
Glinda could remember just staring at Elphaba and her glass bottle for the longest time, Elphaba not noticing that Glinda was staring at her, or that she was even in the room. Both Glinda and Elphaba had been enchanted by the way the light bounced off the glass and created rainbows across the ceiling.
"That's pretty, what is it?" Glinda remembered asking softly.
"It was my mother's." Elphaba had said coldly, immediately stuffing the bottle back under her pillow, not feeling very comfortable with Glinda.
Glinda admired the glass for a moment longer, then put her hands to her face, noticing a steady stream of tears falling down her face. Oh Elphaba, why did you do what you did? You were never like anyone else, and no one will ever be like you. No one can replace the whole in my heart that you left me with.
Elphaba had been the only one of anyone at Shiz who had seen Oz for what it really was; she didn't try to hide it like everyone else. She had fought for what was right, but had ended dying because of it. What kind of place did she live in, Glinda asked herself. Oz is nothing but dead or dying dreams, Oz is where they came, the only real person that ever lived there was Elphaba. Who had the right to kill her? No one.
Glinda placed the bottle on the nightstand next to her bed; that's where deserves to be, she thought. That night, as she slept, she dreamt of Elphaba: tall, bony, emerald Elphaba. She smiled softly in her sleep, and the rays of the moonlight on the bottle cast a soft green glow on Glinda's sleeping form.
The wind whispered through the trees on Glinda's front lawn, making it sound like someone was saying Elphaba: Elphaba, Elphaba, Elphaba.