So I've had an idea to write this story for a while, and I finally decided to after I read lightningprince's story, and I've had the same kind of idea. This will go in a different path though, so enjoy :)
No one mourns the wicked!
Wicked! Wicked!
The Ozians sang the last few verses of their song of cheer and joy, wide smiles on their faces. They were finally free at last, although the Wicked Witch of the West never harmed any of them. All of them seemed to skip away happily, Glinda the Good keeping her false smile on. It had been a very bittersweet celebration; the bitter part of the celebration was hidden, and it was hidden inside of the mind of Glinda the Good. Her heart was wounded from the pain and loss of both her best friend and Fiyero.
She floated down in her blue bubble from high up in the air to the ground, dashing quickly to her castle. Once she arrived, she continued to wear her false smile to mask the pain inside of her, but it was quite obvious that her eyes were red and watery with tears.
"Is something wrong, my lady?" The head guard asked as he saw the lady walk in, carrying her man skirts carefully.
"I'm alright, no need to worry. I'm simply just full of bliss to know that the Wicked Witch died." She lied right through her teeth, but the guard just nodded in response.
"If you say so, my lady."
Glinda kept her fake smile on long enough to reach the top of the stairs, then let her expression grow from a smile into a very visible frown. She ran to her room as quickly as possible, nearly tripping on her poofy, large skirts on the way. Her blonde curls bounced on her shoulders as she leapt to her bed. She threw her head against her pillow and broke up into hysterics. Tears streamed down her face as she finally sat up, and her makeup smeared all over, her broken heart very apparent.
She wept into her hands, and cried out, "Oh Elphie, please come back! Please come back! I cannot live without you or Fiyero!" She quickly walked over to her desk, picking up one of the two last pieces she had left of her friend. She clutched the hat to her chest, and continued to mourn the death of her friend. The blonde then walked back to her bed and reached under her pillow, picking up a green bottle that could be read as 'Miracle Elixir', even with some of the letters faded. She clutched them both as tightly to her chest as possible, trying to hold on to the last part of her friend. She herself didn't know how she would get through this, but all she knew was that she would eventually have to be, Glinda the Good, Elphaba being there or not.
But then a thought occurred to her. Who do I have left? She wondered, her eyes filling with tears again. She always would have her 'Momsie and Popsicle', but had grown apart from them after Shiz. I don't need them much anyways… the blonde tried to assure herself.
Then she thought of Fiyero. Dearest, Fiyero. How she missed him, even after he had left her. It's all my fault that he passed away, if only had been a good friend to Elphaba, he would be, alive. She began to cry again, regretting all of her mistakes that she had made within the past five years. It hurt her dearly to know that she never got to apologize to him for everything.
And Elphaba, Elphaba. Oh how she missed the woman! Elphaba was always there for her, like a handprint on her heart, even if she was not physically there. She continued to cry, thinking of all of those old memories. "I'm so sorry Elphie!" She yelled at the ceiling as if she would receive a response from Elphaba herself.
"Are you alright, my lady?" A maid asked through the door, referring to Glinda's yells and constant moping.
"Yes, I'm fine." She replied, although it was quite obvious that she was not.
The maid thought of asking her again, but just shrugged and went back to doing her business. She could hear Glinda continue to cry and immediately walked off, not wishing to disturb her again.
After an hour of mourning and crying, Glinda had fallen asleep on her large, expensive bed. She was lying in an odd position; her arms and legs sprawled out. Her tiara sat on the glass nightstand right by her bed, a ray of faint moonlight bouncing off of it. A maid quickly hurried in to alert Glinda that dinner was prepared, for Glinda was always downstairs for dinner on time. But once she saw the blonde sprawled out on her bed, she quickly brought back a platter of food and left it on her desk. The blonde then sat up slowly once the footsteps outside drifted away. She went into her large bathroom and freshened up, bathing herself and then changing into a pink nightgown with a fluffy pink robe on, the initials 'G. U' sewn into it.
She walked to her armoire and opened the large, broad wooden doors and took a medium sized box out. Inside of that box sat one of her most precious possessions: the Grimmerie. Even though she had only received the book the night before, she hoped to find just the right spell for her needs. The strange book of magic was in an ancient, forgotten language and she could only hope that she would understand enough of the book to cast the spell she wished to cast. She gently opened the book for the first time, studying the first page with wonder.
But as the blonde had guessed, the words only looked like scribbles on old, frayed paper. She closed the book and placed it back inside of the box, chanting multiple words after placing the lid on. The box locked itself and placed itself back inside the armoire.
Glinda sighed deeply and burst into tears once again, crying herself to sleep.
It was another average night in Oz. That day had once again been the annual celebration of the death of the Wicked Witch of the West. This year had been the second year since she had passed and Lady Glinda was exhausted from the late night parties and celebrations, especially the yearly ball at the Emerald City Palace, which ran until about two o' clock in the morning. It was always an exhausting night, and a painful one for the now Sorceress of Oz as she had been called by multiple folk.
Much had happened over the two years, including the complete collapse of the government in Oz. Many people were left starving and poor, and Glinda couldn't help but attempt to rule over Oz to make things right, even if it would take the rest of her life. Yes, the job was exhausting, but it distracted her from the pains of the past, especially Elphaba who was now past the point of no return. Every morning, aside from those after a night with some sort of ball, she would wake up bright and early: precisely at the break of dawn to attempt to bring her friends back to Oz. It was getting unhealthy by this point, and Glinda's makeup seemed to grow thicker by the day to cover up the black bags under her beautiful eyes.
She was very persistent about trying to bring them back, trying the spells that she knew, and what she learned from the Grimmerie to try everything she could.
"Ah men tah tey, ah tum montae; no that cannot be right!" Glinda whispered to herself, tears in her eyes as always. She was deeply frustrated from all of the failed attempts at finding the right spell and finally placed the Grimmerie back on her nightstand, replacing it with Elphaba's hat.
"Elphaba, Fiyero, I promise that I will bring both of you back, one day." Glinda sniffed and let tears trickle down her face as they did every night. Within fifteen minutes, she had managed to cry herself to sleep as always. "I promise…"
"Where are we?" A female voice could be heard in the large, open room.
"I'm not sure either, Fae." Another voice responded, obviously not being able to see well in the dim lighting.
"But the real question is, how did we get here in the first place?" The male voice asked again.
Glinda awoke with a startle once she heard the voices, nearly screaming in fright. That was until she realized that the male voice had said 'Fae'.
Wasn't that Fiyero's pet name for Elphaba?
"W-Who's here?" Glinda asked to the voices, her voice shaky from both fear and surprise.
"Glinda?" The female voice asked, stuttering.
"Elphie?" Glinda brought herself to a sitting position and attempted to adjust her eyes to the light. She assumed that she was hallucinating but acted as if she completely believed that her friends were there.
"Fiyero?" Glinda glanced around the room trying to figure out exactly where the voices were coming from.
"Yes, it's us…" Elphaba responded.
It can't be, they cannot be here. I must be hallucinating…
But once she squinted, her eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness, she spotted two dark figures in the room and she gasped in surprise.
A broad smile appeared on Glinda's face, although no one could see it. She leapt out of bed to Fiyero and Elphaba, pulling them into a tight hug.
"Oh how I've missed both of you!" Glinda sniffled, trying to prevent herself from crying. Elphaba and Fiyero hugged the blonde back until Fiyero finally wheezed out, "You're going to suffocate us to death if you hold us any tighter…" Glinda blushed and smiled, tears of happiness and disbelief now streaming down her face.
"I forgot to ask, but why is it so dark in here? I could have sworn that it was nearly eleven o' clock…" Elphaba referred to the darkness of the room, and the fact that none of them could see each other.
Glinda bypassed the first question, but cut Elphaba off at the second. "Eleven o' clock? Oh dear, I've got to wash up!" The blonde strode to her closet and picked up her large, blue dress and the rest of her clothing and walked into the bathroom.
She peeked her head out and added, "You two stay here, I'll be back out in a Grommetick." Glinda smiled one last time and closed the door.
"Fae, I think you forgot to ask how we got here in the first place."
"Don't worry, she'll tell us sooner or later." Elphaba took Fiyero's hand in hers.
Sorry that so much happened in this chapter, I just wanted to put a lot of the story in place. And that I write like a seven year old, I just haven't had the time to work on fanfics much :i. Well, please r&r, and feel free to tell me your opinions on the story.