Preface
When my mother Elphaba stole me away from my parents, she left them only a note. She said she did it for a good cause, yet I never quite figured out what that was.
I was raised in an odd family, my adoptive mother being a green witch and adoptive father being a prince-turned-scarecrow, hidden away in an old cottage in Winkie country. My mother looked depressed whenever she saw me, and until I was ten insisted on dying my blonde hair a dark brown color so she couldn't be left with bad memories. She'd finally gotten over herself when I turned ten, or so she said.
My father, on the other hand, looked at me and always seemed to think I was embarrassed of him. Where his confidence went, I never figured out. Yet he was sweet, and always could grin at times when Elphaba and I needed a hug.
My fourteenth birthday arrived, and my mother baked a cake for the first time in my entire life. That was my first hint that something was off.
Elphaba hurriedly put the warm cake on a plate before me, "Now Rosalie, eat up. We don't want it getting cold."
"Shouldn't we use a candle, Ma?"
"That's a stupid Gillikin tradition, Rosalie, that we will not be upholding," Elphaba seemed ticked off, as she served Fiyero and herself cake. I was a bit surprised that Elphaba didn't let Fiyero get his own piece, but then again the whole situation was odd.
"Happy birthday Rosie," Fiyero sang, extremely off-key.
"Yero, you're hurting my ears," Elphaba wrinkled her nose, before sitting down at the table with a slice of cake. Fiyero laughed.
"Then what reason to not keep singing?" he chuckled, with a sip of his beer. "Join me, Rosie!"
I rolled my eyes and joined in, but unlike Fiyero I actually sang on key. My high soprano voice was a big contrast from Fiyero's rich, deep tone. Elphaba reluctantly obliged, her voice making what was once a duet a song for a trio. We ended (with harmony!) and I took a bite of what was the worst attempt at a chocolate cake in all Ozian History. I bet the ruler Glinda the Good could bake better than Elphaba. I spat my cake out into my raggedy napkin, with an innocent smile on my face which was my desperate attempt to hold in a laugh.
"What? It's not horrible." At that, I burst into laughter.
A knock at the door shut me up. Fiyero and I both got to our feet, but he was the person closest to the door. Elphaba ran into the kitchen, before disappearing into the sitting room behind it. I watched from the table, as a guard spoke with Fiyero.
"Come here, girl," the guard snapped, "let me have a look at you." I hesitantly approached the door, seeing a tall man in a green uniform. "Your fourteenth birthday is today, am I correct?"
"Umm…" I looked at Fiyero's eyes, which displayed no emotion. "Why does that matter to you?"
"Haven't you heard?" the guard snapped, "Glinda the Good has guards searching Oz for her daughter whose birthday is today." My eyes were wide, filled with confusion.
"And why are you here, then?"
"All houses with teenage girls are to be visited by guards."
"And why do you think today's my birthday?"
The guard paused, before restating what he'd already said, "I'm going to ask you again, is today your fourteenth birthday?"
"Y-yes," I hesitantly squeaked out. I heard a sigh from the other room. Fiyero's eyes were on the ground. The guard seemed shocked.
"Then it seems her search may finally be over."
This, in my opinion, is probably better than my original two Glinda's daughter fanfictions. This'll explore the other world a whole lot. I'm excited to be writing this for you!