Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. Because, contrary to common belief, I am NOT the most talented person alive (:
Summary: AU, musicalverse with hints of bookverse. In a world where nothing is how it should be, the youngest daughter of Elphaba and Fiyero is determined to make things change. But when a mysterious visitor comes to Kiamo Ko, it seems that the girl's imaginings are to become reality...
Chapter One
My Whole Family are Lunatics...(including me)
So, Mother caught me out again today. I'm not a liar – I'm really not. Okay, so I do tend to exaggerate every now and again, and I do love to tell stories, but I'm really not a liar. Not unless it's a situation where I absolutely, completely and utterly HAVE to be (like the time when I accidentally destroyed my sister's weird tapestry thing – she likes to sew, of all things).
Seriously. But nobody ever believes me! Today, I was telling Mother all about how it really wasn't my fault that I got sent out of Dr. Bloom's lesson today (apparently, I "take after my father"), but would she believe me? No. Luckily, though, I escaped too much of a talking-to because Chistery dropped a pomegranate on her head and she went off to yell at him instead.
Chistery is our monkey. Our flying monkey. Bet you can't beat that for 'interesting pets'.
Anyway, this book is my punishment for being constantly in trouble in school. Dr. Bloom handed it to me this afternoon after the incident where I told him a Pig had more intelligence than him (only he didn't realise I was talking about a Pig, and not an ordinary pig, so he got even more annoyed than I'd expected). "I want you to fill this book by Lurlinemas," he told me, "write about whatever you want, but make sure you write in it every day. And I want to see that you have been writing in it. Hopefully this might just improve your work-ethic."
So here I am, sitting at the dining table in Kiamo Ko (I live in a castle. Oh yeah!) and writing in this book. Only I can't think what to write.
Mother suggested I draw in it. But Dr. Bloom wants me to write.
Liir, my brother, who's sixteen, suggested I just write gibberish. "Bloom's never going to read it," he said, "so he won't know any different." But to be honest, I can't see the point of that.
My sister, Nessa, who at fourteen is one year older than me, thought I should use it to write poetry. For some reason, Nessa seems to think I'd be really good at this, though I've no idea why.
But I don't want to write poems or gibberish and much as I wouldn't really mind drawing (it'd be less torture-full – is that even a word? – than writing, anyway) I don't think Dr. Bloom would be all that happy with me. So I'm writing a Journal (which, secretly, I've always thought would be quite a good idea, if I could ever be bothered to get round to doing it). I guess now's the time...
Right. Well. I hear you're supposed to introduce yourself at the start of these things, so here goes: My name is Fiera Melena Tiggular (my first name is a variant of my father's name, Fiyero, and Melena was the name of my mother's mother). My mother is Elphaba Thropp. The Wicked Witch of the West.
No, really.
Probably, the last you heard of her was that she was dead. Melted by water. Which is a load of rubbish, of course. What really happened went something like this:
My mother escaped Oz, helped by the Scarecrow who used to be a prince named Fiyero. They hid in the woods for years and then eventually journeyed to the castle of Kiamo Ko in the Vinkus. My mother didn't sleep for days, because she was so hell-bent on finding a way to make Fiyero human again. Eventually, she managed it with a new spell of her own that almost killed her. She was really, terribly ill for a while, but she finally got better and she and Fiyero were happy together. They had a son, Liir, and a daughter, Nessa, and everything seemed pretty damn near perfect.
Then, not even a month before I was born, Fiyero went out someplace (my mother doesn't remember where. She doesn't remember much from that time) and never came back.
Liir thinks he was recognised and killed. Nessa thinks he went off to the Emerald City to give himself up to the Wizard ("How tragic!" she says, every time she talks about this).
Me, I don't know what happened. I'd like to think he's still alive somewhere, but that's what Nessa calls 'wishful thinking'. Nessa's the 'sensible one'.
Mother doesn't believe that my father is dead, though she has no idea where he might be. She talks to him sometimes, when she thinks we can't hear. She sits there staring at nothing and says things like: "You know, Fiyero, I don't think there will ever be a day when our family will be safe from persecution". Liir says she's "off her rocker".
I said I didn't think she was mad – just dreaming.
The people in our village know who we are, but they haven't told the Wizard we're here. At first, Mother tells us, they kept quiet out of fear of what she'd do if they tried to hand her in to the Wizard, but Fiyero spoke to them and tried to convince them that the Wicked Witch really wasn't all that Wicked. They didn't believe him at first, but then some woman came in desperation to my mother with her dying son, and my mother saved the boy using her magic. Since then, the villagers don't mind us so much, and when my father went missing, some people even comforted my mother and helped out with me when I was born (Mother didn't have much time for me at first, her being so grief-stricken and all that). We're sort of accepted here, though people leave us alone mostly. At least we know we're safe.
But – and I know this is really stupid – I don't want to be 'safe'. I don't want to hide. I want people to stand up to the Wizard and put a stop to all of this. I want to prove that my mother is not the Wicked Witch everyone thinks she is, and I want to find my father.
When I'm old enough, I will do those things. Not just because I want to get rid of the evil Wizard, but because I want an adventure.
"Sometimes," says my mother tiredly when I tell her this, "You remind me so much of your father. But when you say things like that, you remind me of myself."