#Note - Wicked is not mine. I'm just an ordinary people who fell in love with it.
# Thanks to my editor and partner, Sara, who's so kind and help me create this story. #
**English is not my first language, but my editor is with me now. Thus, I hope you enjoy this story and share your comments both in PM and review.**
Chapter 1: Rise of the witch
Oz, the wonderful land once filled with diversity, is now under the dark hoof. Actually, it is not only under the hoof, but also paws great and small, and colorful feather wings. Plain houses and orchards can now be seen numerously in the so-called Emerald city. The bright skyscrapers and luxury boutiques are long abandoned for nearly two decades. The Animals love to live in this organic green environment, covering the green brick of old. Some of the old city still stands, but most of it left in ash or ruins filled with weed, swamp, and tree. The ruins of the once glorious buildings are the evidence of hate, which came from the greatest civil war Oz ever had. Ozians grabbed their weapons, and Animals sharpen their claws. Orange flame swallowed brick, love, and soul. Who would have imagined that the wonderful wizard of Oz and his press secretary are thrown down by an old goat's cunning plan.
The change of heritage, the reign of those once in the cages
In the great throne room, the aged ruler of Oz sits with the roll of paper in his hoof. His glasses nearly slip down from his nose, soft brown eyes scanning the neat script. A sturdy tigress with tan and black strips along her body stands calmly in front of an elegant bench. It is not the large green and gold throne anymore. The new ruler of Oz threw that sinful thing into the angered inferno the day he took the former rulers breath away. The huge crafted wood bench matching with its large desk was placed at the end of the crimson carpet instead. Commander Becka waits for her Wisest to finish whatever he is doing before giving any report. She knows too well that to interrupt him is not an option, no matter how urgent the matter is.
"What brings you up here so early Becka? I thought you are still in the middle of 'no fail mission'." the new ruler asked sarcaticlly, eyes glued to the paper.
"In fact, I still am on the mission, your Wisest; the witch just transported me and my unit to the palace's dungeon a short time ago." Commander Becka answered in seriousness.
"You found her already? Tell me everything"
"It took ten days walking from the outer side of the Gillikin forest until we found her refuge. It is a small cottage surely chanted with a magic shield. We passed that area before, but have never saw a glimpse of it. No doubt that the witch intended to reveal herself. I sent Tith, my personal mounted scout to give you a report, but not long after that we were attacked. My entire unit lost all the power of speech, except me."
"How dare she! Can't you do anything at all, not a bit?" the ruler shouted, his voice echoed around an otherwise empty enormous hall.
"She is stronger, your Wisest. Her magic reaches the point beyond our knowledge or prediction. None of our weapons can harm her, and her eyes cloud with darkness. I do believe she accomplished those forbidden spells you are so worried about."
"What convinces you to believe?" the ruler presses, his brow furrows.
"The spell book, the Grimmerie, turned into dust in her hands, your Wisest" Becka said.
This news shocks the old goat beyond any description. His jaw drops and words stick in his throat. He heard something quite similar to this before, something like both instruction and prophecy. His brilliant green student once told him, and he remembered it so well.
"Only the one who masters the forbidden spells can erase the existence of this mysterious book"
Does turning the whole thick book into dust mean the same or not? He could not place it, but it is enough for him to realize that something big is going to happen. The witch is coming back, and it looks like much darker than ever. Though the witch is no longer a part of Ozians resistance, and has not been for about thirteen years, it does not mean that she quit the cause. Her disappearance, actually, is what disturbs all Animal the most, especially him. He knows why she waited for so long. She waits for her vengeance, to make the ruler of this new Animals era pay for ripping her love away. Traitor and Murderer, yes, he becomes like those Ozians who exploit from animal and Animal. To fight fire with fire is the only way.
The Wisest of Animals in the land must have been lost in his thought for so long that Commander Becka felt the need to drag him back to reality with a loud noise. Her business is not done; the worst part of facing their enemy has not come out from her mouth yet.
"There is more I have to inform your Wisest. The witch spared my ability to speak for a reason. She sent me and my unit back just to bring you a short message, as a greeting for a 'long time no see' professor." Becka said dejectedly.
A shiver runs up the ex-professor of Shiz's spine. He is not afraid of any threat from the witch, but he cannot deny that the once innocent girl could be changed into a very dangerous woman.
"What is it then?" the ruler asked, wishing to know this challenge
"The story will be rewritten. Try to keep your smile, for the new history is mine"