I unfortunately own nothing or anything involved with Wicked and most likely never will.

AN: I know that I promised I'd finish the stories I have, but since I just saw Wicked last month for the first time live and have been reading some awesome fanfics online, I'm in the spirit for some Fiyeraba love =D

Athena: And as her muse I can't simply wait for the fun to begin!

Arya: I can... the last thing I need is for the idiot over there to get romantic nonsense stuck in that feeble sick mind of his

Ajihad: Arya! I had no idea you loved me!

Annabeth: XD Before they go off on a tangent that makes Colby go into hysterics and write it all down, we better get on with the story! So please enjoy and don't forget to leave a review! Even if you hate it!

It was late, the Time Dragon Clock could be heard tolling the prophetical hours that have come and gone from Oz. Now it was tolling, what all of Oz assumed to be, the death of the Witch. In reality the Clock knew a new era had been ushered into the Land of Oz. The Wizard was gone, Glinda was the Good Queen of Oz, Fiyero Tiggulaar was missing and so was the Wicked Witch who had begun it all. Yes, things were changing now, though for the better, no one could honestly say they knew. All over Munchkinland the crowds were rejoicing the death of not only one, but two of what they considered the largest of disgraces to have ever spawned from their lands. Freed they were of the two sisters who had for so long caused them shame and torment. Elphaba Thropp, dead by the hands of the very same child who had landed her house upon the Eminent Thropp's sister.

Meanwhile in the Emerald City, Glinda returned to the palace after condemning Madame Morrible to life in a prison of the lowest standards. She was hurt, she was confused, she was angry, she was upset and above all she felt betrayed. Her heart ached and her fist clenched the little green bottle in her hands. This, the secret Elphaba had given her long ago during their years at Shiz, when they had both been so innocent... so young. This was the focus point of all the anger she had gathered inside of her at the betrayal and hurt that she felt so deeply wounded by. Seeing his portrait on the wall was enough to send her over the edge enough. Clamping her teeth together and screaming with all of the anger and rage that she could she thrashed the bottle at the portrait and it smashed into hundreds tiny shards.

Immediately she regretted her choice of action. She summoned her wand and looked at it with disgust. Tossing the star-tipped wand to the ground, she dug through her purse until she found the original that Madame Morrible had presented to her all of those years ago. Blowing dust off of it carefully, she gave a swift movement with her hands and repaired the small glass bottle that had caused her friend's distress. She rolled the bottle over in her fingers and caressed the small decorative curves. This was all she had left of her. That and a ratty old hat that she had only given Elphaba out of scorn and pure hatred. Now she was dead, and repairing Oz had fallen onto her shoulders.

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Meanwhile in Kiamo Ko, she waited; listening to the dead silence of the night and counting the clock ticks until he would find her, take her away from this dreadful place where she no longer belonged. She felt around in the darkness for her hat and sadly realized that it was most likely in the room above her. Her thoughts turned over in her head; so much had happened so quickly. She had left Oz in the hands of the only person whom she had been able to truthfully call friend. Deep in her heart that she had for so long denied that she had, she was afraid. Oz was all that she'd ever known. Now she was abandoning her cause to help the Animals, leaving the fate of hundreds or thousands of them in Glinda's hands. Shivering, she drew her cloak around her and hugged her knees to her chest. Almost sickeningly she could feel the beat of her heart against her knees. Things were changing and now, for the first time in years, she wasn't in control of her fate.