A/N: This is the last of this series. I hope you enjoy it. :)
Curse of the Dragon
By 18lzytwner
Chapter 1
Ten years had passed since the birth of Isabelle Tiggular and in that time she had grown up spending time in both the Emerald City and the Vinkus. It had been eight years since her little brother, Semir, royal heir to the Vinkun Throne, had joined the family. They fought as siblings do but never anything serious and for the most part they managed to enjoy each other's company.
"Izzy, would you be a dear and get me that book off the shelf regarding last year's finances?" Elphaba asked. She was eyeball deep in paperwork on her desk and her daughter had come into her office to ask for help with her homework, which was usually just an excuse to spend time with her mother. Isabelle hopped up from the small desk that had been put in the office especially for her, after setting her books aside and got the book in question.
"Aunt Glinda having issues with the Council?" She asked.
"When is your Aunt not having trouble with the Council?" Her mother chuckled.
"Point," Isabelle chuckled herself.
"Where is your brother?" Elphaba wanted to know, wondering just who was looking after the feisty eight year old.
"Dad took him for target shooting and boxing practice," her daughter said.
"I really wish he wouldn't do that," she sighed.
"Dad learned how to hunt when he was six. I think Semi can handle it. Besides he needs to be able to stand up for himself and the traditional ways that Dad is teaching him will certainly do that," Isabelle shrugged and got back to her books. While she did not have her mother's skin tone, she did have her smarts. Even though she was only ten, Isabelle was much wiser beyond her years.
"Is he getting picked on again?" Elphaba gave her daughter a look.
"His skin is green and he's smarter than half the kids in his class," Isabelle pointed out. Her mother cringed inwardly. She had been so concerned that her first child would be green but she hadn't worried with her second. The rules of genetics gave her only a twenty-five percent chance, especially after having one normal child, but it seemed that her genetics decided to have a good laugh at Semir's expense. Elphaba decided to speak to Fiyero about possibly speaking to the headmaster again.
"Don't even think about talking to the headmaster again. It'll do no good," as if her daughter knew what she was thinking.
"Why not?" The green woman raised an eyebrow.
"Because they called him a snitch and he ended up with that black eye," Isabelle told her.
"He said he got that while your father was training him!" Elphaba was partially furious and partially concerned.
"Yeah they lied," her daughter shook her head.
"Then I guess I'll be talking to your father this evening anyway," her mother said. Isabelle chuckled and looked back at her work. The two fell into a comfortable silence but it only lasted a few minutes when Isabelle pressed her fingers to the side of her head and moaned. Elphaba was up like a shot and at her daughter's side.
"Another migraine?" She asked and all the young girl could do was nod. Quickly, the witch went to her desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out the medicine that Doctor Sebastian had given her to keep on hand for such occasions. Handing her daughter a cup of water and a pill, the young girl quickly took it. Usually it took ten to fifteen minutes before she started to feel better but instead of feeling better she started screaming in agony. Elphaba scooped up her daughter and started running for the infirmary.
To Be Continued…