Hello, everyone! New story time! I know I said that this story wouldn't be up for a few days, but my impatient self really couldn't wait to share this with all of you.

I hope you all enjoy it!

Eighteen-year-old Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands smiled as her eyes scanned over the Shiz University campus. She inhaled deeply, allowing the fresh air to fill her lungs. She looked down at the key to her private suite in her hand. It was going to be a great year.

She walked confidently towards the sign that read 'Crage Hall' on it and pushed the door open, walking up the stairs. She found her room and noticed that some of the older students had already begun to bring up her things.

"Are you ready to see your room, Galinda?" one of the older girls with a nametag that read 'RA Aya' asked.

"Of course," the blonde giggled, taking her key and after a few attempts, unlocked the door and looked inside. The private suite was a bit larger than she expected. Her room back in Pertha Hills was bigger, but she supposed she could make due with what she had. Since she had a private suite, she also had her own bathroom and kitchen, which she was grateful for. She couldn't even begin to fathom having to use the shared bathrooms. That was for everyone else, not her.

She immediately began giving orders as to where she wanted her belongings. She arranged everything the way she wanted and two hours later, her room was complete. She looked around, satisfied, and nodded her thanks to the older students.

"Enjoy, Galinda. Just remember that we're all meeting out on the quad in half-an-hour," Aya reminded her.

"Okay," Galinda nodded.

The resident advisor nodded and left, closing the door behind her. Galinda looked around her room once more and sat down on her extremely pink and fluffy bed. She had to admit, she was feeling a bit homesick. She missed her Momsie and Popsicle, and she was sure that they missed her, too. But it wouldn't be long before Lurlinemas break. And she would write to them every week.

She looked over at her schedule on her desk. She only had two classes the next day; History with Dr. Nikidik and Madame Greyling's sorcery seminar. Sighing, she folded the paper and put it in her purse before leaving the room, locking it behind her.

Half an hour later, the blonde was on the quad in a group of twenty or so of her fellow students. She looked around, sizing everyone up. There was a girl with dark red hair and freckles, clearly from the Quadling Country. One boy was relatively short with dark, curly hair, clearly a Munchkinlander.

"Hello, everyone!" a girl with shoulder-length dark brown hair and a beaming smile said, clapping her hand to get everyone's attention. Galinda felt like she had seen her somewhere, but couldn't exactly place it. "My name is Gaile Thropp, and I'm a junior here at Shiz University. I'm also the co-captain of the cheerleading team and the president of the debate team, as well as a Resident Advisor in Crage Hall."

Galinda realized with a jolt who she was. She was the daughter of the Governor of Munchkinland, Nessarose Thropp.

"Just so we can get to know each other a bit," Gaile said as she reached behind her and grabbed a beach ball with black sharpie written all over it. "We're going to play a fun little game called 'Getting to Know You'. We're going to throw this ball across the circle. There are questions written all over it, and the questions when your left thumb lands, that's the question you answer."

Galinda thought that the game sounded very childish, but went along with it and only half listened to the other students' answers. She was only half-paying attention when someone threw the ball to her and she barely managed to catch it.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" she read, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

She thought about it for a moment. Her parents wanted her to be a sorceress ever since they discovered that she had magical abilities. But if she wanted to be completely honest with herself, she loved to draw. But not just draw; she loved to design. She sketchbook she had hidden from her parents for years was filled with drawing of buildings, bridges, and other forms of architecture. She was much better at sorcery, since her parents had practically forced it onto her her entire life, but her teachers had always told her how amazing her drawings were.

"A… a sorceress. I want to have a career in sorcery, and hopefully work in the Emerald City Palace," Galinda said. In truth, she had no idea where that came from. It sounded something that came straight from her mother's mouth.

A chorus of "oohs" and "that's nices" came from the other students in her group. Gaile smiled at her and nodded for her to throw the ball to someone else. She threw it across the circle and a tall Vinkun boy caught it. Galinda immediately recognized him as Prince Fiyero Tigulaar, the Crown Prince of the Vinkus. She blushed when he caught her eye and he smiled back at her.

"What is your best quality?" the prince read. "Why, all of them, of course."

A few girls giggled, and Gaile rolled her eyes with a good-natured smirk.

The game continued for a while until everyone had a chance to answer questions. Then they were all called into the grand hall for the special welcome assembly. Galinda walked into the large room and took a seat near the back. She had absolutely no intention of paying attention. Apparently, someone had the exact same idea as her, since she felt someone sit down next to her. She looked up to see Fiyero sitting next to her, a shy smile on his lips.

"Hi," he said, his soft voice almost making Galinda immediately swoon.

She nodded politely at him, since she couldn't curtsy while sitting down. "Your Highness."

"Please, there's no need for that," the prince smiled. "I'm Fiyero."

"Galinda Upland," the blonde said as Fiyero took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Of the Upper Uplands."

The prince gave her a lopsided grin that made her stomach do a summersault. She tried to fight the blush she knew was coming, but knew she didn't succeed when Fiyero started chuckling. He was just so handsome.

"So, Miss Upland," he said, still giving her that lopsided grin. "How would you like to join me in the café?"

"Right now?" Galinda blinked, looking around as the assembly began.

The prince shrugged. "Unless you want to stay for this boring assembly," he said with a slight smirk.

Galinda looked around. In truth, she didn't want to stay. They probably weren't going to say anything important, anyway. She slowly turned back to the prince and, with a smile, nodded. Fiyero grinned and offered her his hand, helping her to her feet. The two first-years quickly left the grand hall moments before the headmistress began her welcome speech.

That evening, Galinda gaily sat on the edge of her bed. She had a marvelous time with the prince in the café. They got to know each other very well and Galinda was already envisioning herself as a princess.

Princess Galinda Tigulaar, Crown Princess of the Vinkus, the blonde thought to herself. That has a very nice ring to it. It glides right off the tongue. Very sophisticated and elegant.

Her gaze fell on her wand and she froze. She knew she should probably get a bit of practicing done before her first sorcery seminar the following day. She didn't want to make a bad first impression to her teacher. She slid off her bed and grabbed her wand from her desk.

"Supernatet!" she said as she pointed her wand at her books, and they all rose and floated in the air.

She put the books down and cast a few more spells on the different objects in her room before she decided that she was finished practicing. She put her wand down, but something felt amiss. She didn't feel ill, although she was a bit tired from performing so many spells, but that wasn't what was wrong. She felt like she was being… watched. She looked around, then realized that she was being silly. She was in a private suite and no one else was in the room. There was no possible way she could be watched. Blinking, she put her wand down and changed into her nightdress. She did it quickly, since she still felt like she was being watched. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and then climbed into bed. She dimmed down the gas lamp and sighed peacefully, snuggling under the covers.

It was the middle of the night when the blonde was awoken suddenly. She looked around, not seeing what had woken her up. She looked up and realized that her window was open as a cold breeze was coming into the room. Confused as to how it had opened, the blonde climbed out of bed and closed the window. She was halfway back to her bed when she realized that the window was opened again. Sighing, she went back and closed it again, locking it this time. Satisfied, she went back to bed, but she had just climbed under the covers when she heard the window being opened again. She looked up and saw the frames slowly parting and allowing the cold air to come in.

"I thought I had locked it…" the blonde muttered, her voice slightly husky with sleep as she pushed herself up. Grunting, she got out of bed again and went back to the window. She examined them before closing and locking them again, making sure that the lock wouldn't come undone. Once she was satisfied, she slowly backed again, her eyes never leaving the window as she climbed back into bed. She just got under the covers when her gaslight turned on, illuminating the entire room. Grunting in frustration, she looked up and turned off the light. After a while, nothing weird happened, so the blonde decided to go back to sleep.

The blonde looked around, not knowing where she was. She was in some sort of fancy room with green walls and a floor. She saw the Oz head floating above a throne and gasped, realizing where she was. She was standing in the throne room in the Emerald City Palace.

"Why am I here?" she asked aloud, not really expecting anyone to answer.

Then she heard something. She heard… voices. They sounded like they were in the room with her, but she didn't see anyone.

"Hello?" the blonde called, hoping that someone would appear. "Who's there?"

The voices became clearer, but no one appeared. She couldn't tell what they were saying, or who was speaking, but she managed to catch a few words.

"What… me… do…"

"… Chistery…"

"… Spell…"

"… Book… enchantments…"

"… Recipe book for change…"

With that, the blonde shot up, a cold sweat covering her forehead. She was breathing hard, trying to shake the dream from her head, but it didn't seem to want to leave her mind. Why did she have that dream? Why did she hear those voices? Who were they? And what was a Chistery?

The blonde decided to shake those silly thoughts away. It was just a dream. A very weird and vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. And after all, dreams don't mean anything.

Now, I'm sure you all noticed that I didn't put Fiyeraba in the summary, nor in the characters. That's because… sadly… this will not be Fiyeraba story. It was originally going to be a Fiyeraba (I wanted it to be a Fiyeraba), but the way this story is going, mixing in a Fiyeraba romance would have made it too complicated, and at times, unnecessary. There will be Fiyeraba moments, but it won't be the main pairing. I really wanted to focus on the storyline and the paring would have gotten in the way.

This story focuses mostly on Elphaba and Galinda. While it won't be a Gelphie (romantically, at least), they are the main focus.

I hope this won't deter you from reading the rest of story.