Disclaimer: I do not own either Pan's Labyrinth or Wicked.
Prologue
"No!", Ofelia cried.
Turning around, Vidal pointed his silencer at Ofelia's stomach. He pulled the trigger. The hard feeling in her gut caused her to stop in her tracks. Still looking at Vidal and her brother she began to wobble in her stance. Her breath was becoming rigid. Ofelia placed her hand down to her stomach where Vidal had shot her. Blood covered her entire hand. At that moment, she saw the area before her begin to spin. As she lost control of her legs, the spinning accelerated. As she hit the ground, visions began to appear before her: a moment on the playground with her father pushing her in the swing, the two of them with her mother dancing in the living room, her father's placid face in the casket, talking to her mother's belly, the face of her baby brother sleeping peacefully, Pan, the Pale Man, her mother's funeral, the beautiful lullaby Mercedes sang to her.
When she closed her eyes and opened them again the spinning stopped. She lay in a grassy area right next to a dark black wall. As her vision was fading away, she saw one of the strangest silhouettes through the grass blades. A scarecrow and a beautiful green-skinned woman turning around the corner of the dark wall.