This is a sneak peak into a Wicked story I'm going to try to finish writing... I know where I want it to go, but who knows, that and again I warn everyone it takes me a long time to update...I got the basic premise from metaviel (sp) hers is a non gelphie... (Updated to show more changes.) I also need help in thinking up a better title for this.
Glinda watched from the Wizards oldest and tallest tower as the Emerald City celebrated its centennial. Tonight she would step down as ruler of all of Oz and her daughter Esmeraude would take her rightful place as Ozma.
The truth of the story behind the Wicked Witch of the West had been out for that past 40 years. Elphaba the child of both worlds, daughter of the Wizard, unknowing mother of the Ozma, and exile of Oz. Her story was known throughout Oz, her story and the creation of Oz as its people knew it today was celebrated today through out the land.
Toasts to her braverism, her dedication to equality to all peoples was celebrated, as Animals and peoples' alike raised their glasses to her on this special day.
Yet Glinda's heart ached as her soul hollowly allowed her to acknowledge that the other half of her soul absent for so long yet she still could feel every nook and crevice where she, Elphaba belonged.
"Mother, why do you turn your gaze away form Oz?" Esmeraude asked.
"The stars are brilliant tonight, far more than I remember from my youth," Glinda paused adjusting the shawl around her shoulders.
A shining star burned a path across the night star.
"Look mother, a wishing star!"
"Oh! Oh how I wish! Esmé."
"For what?" Esmeraude asked knowing more that she allowed known, for the spirit and soul of the Ozma truly resided in her.
"Pay no heed Sweetling, your mother only wished for a second chance. Then again don't we all…" Glinda said as her eyes closed against the sight of the star's burned path.
Glinda's health had been failing, her broken heart was ready to give up and Esmeraude feared the worst when she had heard her mother came here. This tall tower was once an old storage space for the old Wizard. The Audenna-Upland line within her had old magic, nearly gone until her mother Glinda showed an aptitude for it, weak though it was at the time, use and practice made it strong again. That and the more wild and unrestrained magic within her from her other parent, brought a potency back to the Ozma line, not seen since Oz's earlier days. Though how Glinda hid her pregnancy and her daughters' birth she had not yet been told. But looking at her Mother, who loved her and taught her as best she could the lessons she felt her soul mate Elphaba would have imparted as well, Esmeraude was heartbroken.
Glinda opened her eyes to the entrance of Shiz University as her heart beat against her chest ready to burst.
'Oh Esmé, what have you done?'