I originally wrote this for myself, so it's complete. I'll post quickly.
I borrowed a few phrases/ideas from other authors. Don't worry - I credit everyone at the end. If you see an idea you own, feel honored that I adored it enough to put it in my story :)
No copyright infringement is intended.
"Where do you go, when you're alone and in your head?
Why do they know you? Is your story painted in red?
What do you see? What do you dream when you're awake?
What have they seen of you?
Are you afraid of what's been said?
And if time stood still—if you won't be your witness, no one ever will!
I hear a voice that's in my head: 'don't let me down!'"
- Idina Menzel, Don't Let Me Down
Prologue
Summer 1317 (Lurlinist Calendar)
Summer lived a full life that year; a life that was laughing and golden and crowned with perfect moments woven together in joy.
Young Summer saw a very important birth: a Society baby born to Lady Irielle Upland of the Upper Uplands. The girl was as golden as summer, as pink as apple blossoms, and promised to possess more beauty than even her mother had.
By Middle Summer, when the wheat was ripening in the fields of Munchkinland and the Upper Uplands were very warm, Missy Galinda Upland was smiling and had curls the color of harvested grain.
Dying Summer ushered in another birth: a Prince to the Arjiki Tribe in the Vinkus. He was dark as melted chocolate and the full Harvest moon blessed the night of his arrival. His mother called him Fiyero after an ancient ruler of their tribe because prophecy said he would accomplish great things.
The two babies were everything their mothers could have wanted; both women looked into the future with laughter on their lips and hearts full of hope for their newborn children. If Fate were kinder and life simpler, those Summer babies would have danced through life and love together. They were born to be forever. Lady Fate, however, does not smile on happily-ever-after; she did not wish another fairytale ending for Fiyero and Galinda.
It was Middle Winter before Fate pulled her first cruel trick on Fiyero Tiggular and Galinda Upland. A moonless, blustery night three weeks before Lurlinamas saw the year's third important birth: Elphaba Thropp, Third Eminent Thropp Descending. Her skin was green and she was crowned hair the color of sin. Her dark, wise eyes unsettled her elders. Elphaba was, in a word, unnatural.
Galinda grew into a pretty, sweet girl with golden curls and blue eyes. She was exactly the sort of child her Society mother had wanted.
Fiyero ran reckless amongst the Arjiki and grew into a happy, careless boy who was adored by his mother (and almost everyone else).
Elphaba, unwanted from her first moments, grew restless, passionate, and fiery; everything she touched was changed. Neither Galinda nor Fiyero had the strength to withstand an encounter with the walking contradiction Fate placed in their paths.