The screams that had once been so loud, who's echo's had rung throughout the archaic castle, had now gone silent. The rag-tag group of followers sat silently in her kitchen, the old woman ranted, the witch's apprentice was in love. The girl was upstairs making her final goodbye.
"I'm so sorry" She wept, unsure how to begin, "I wish I had never come here and made such a mess, I flattened your sister and melted you! What a dreadful way to go, but please, please forgive me, because I'm not sure I'll be able to forgive myself" She took her hat the was lying on the floor and twirled it in her hands,
"The lion, you said you remembered him, helped him I had thought, too much a coward to say goodbye feels just a bit of remorse" She placed the hat back down, "And Liir your assistant, or was he your son? I think he was, you two shared a look in your eye, I could just tell" she smiled a bit, "he has unshed tears as well but no one else came to say goodbye, why is that? I know what you had done after I killed your sister, but what about before? Did you have a childhood? Of course you must have, everyone does. I wonder what you were like, though, I wish I could have gotten to know you that would be the very least I could do, after what I had already done. I'm sorry. Did you even have a name? I had only ever heard you referred to a 'the witch' or 'the wicked witch', but I'm sure you had a name… I bet it was something pretty, like your skin was…" Dorothy thought out loud, "I didn't think it was all that bad, you know. Everyone else thought it was some kind of aberration, but I liked it. I'd like to say goodbye, for forever but it doesn't feel right calling you Ms. Witch" The brunette girl looked thoughtfully, patiently even, at the pointed hat. She put her hands on her knees.
"Elphaba" Dorothy jumped at the other voice, it was Liir, "her name was Elphaba"
The farm girl smiled, "I knew it would be something pretty" picking up the hat one last time she shed a few more tears, "Goodbye Elphaba, I'm so sorry" Liir came to kneel beside her, she grabbed his hand and leaned her head on his shoulder, "I'm sorry I killed your mother, but if it helps, I didn't know my parents very well either"
"She wasn't my mother" He turned his head
"Yes she was" She insisted quietly, "You have the exact same eyes, except yours are the color of her skin while hers were the color of soil or chocolate"
"She couldn't have been; she didn't love me"
"Yes she did, just in a different way." She stood up and walked over to the door, "I'm sorry, Elphaba, elphie…" She played with the name, "I'm sorry I killed your mother, Liir. I didn't know she was allergic to water, back in Kansas we usually don't-"
"I know Dorothy, nothing in Oz is like it was in Kansas" Liir walked past her and out of the room
"I'm sorry" She uttered; to whom it wasn't clear.
Miles away in the prison known as southstairs a teenage girl peered, just barely, out a tall, thin, window. She could hear all the celebration happening in the Emerald City. The Wicked Witch of the West as dead.
"Auntie Witch?" she asked the darkness, but recieved no answer.