AN: This is a Gelphie story set to the general theme of Avatar.
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I do not own either the central theme or the characters in this story.
-Ms. H
Day 1
I had never intended on ending up here. Likewise, I was never EXPECTED to have ended up where I am. After my parents' death, nothing turned out as it "should have," so to speak. They dressed me up in pretty clothes and taught me the ways of the elite, the expectations of the mighty, and the dance of the deceitful. I excelled in every aspect. Of course, as the saying goes; "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." And I was very, very big. For a time. In the end, I fell just as hard as promised.
I was once the most loved and respected ruler in all of Oz. I had only to lift my finger the right way and everyone fell to their knees in the hope of pleasing me. Now, I am the one on my knees (figuratively speaking of course, as that is no longer even physically possible for me) begging for some way to redeem myself, searching for a path to forgiveness for what I have caused. Not from them though, never from them. The people of Oz are lost to me, as I am to them.
It was they who voted to have the magic stripped from me, as punishment for its misuse, maiming my spirit. It was they who insisted on removing my legs from the knees down, as punishment for my vanity, maiming my body. And it was they who agreed with the wizard, who suggested that I be sent away to fight their battles, as punishment for my traitorous deeds, and atonement for my mutinous soul.
I was once loved and exalted above all others in the Land of Oz. I was once known to the farthest reaches of the world as the greatest ruler the land hand ever known. I was once known as the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world. Those days are gone for good. For now, as punishment for my transgressions, for leading the uprising against the Wizard himself, I am banished forever from the Land of Oz and all of its territories. Indeed, I am banished from the very planet itself.
We are landing on the new world as I speak. I am to be a very closely monitored part of the program which was developed to give us a chance of winning this world from its inhabitants. It is top secret, but then I will never be allowed off this planet again. Without legs, without magic, and with no human compassion to speak of, I am not much of a risk. Yes, the mighty have fallen.
I was once Galinda Upland – Chuffrey, beloved ruler of Oz. I am now Glinda, Special Operations Agent for the Avatar Program. My deceitful ways have not only brought about my exile from my home planet but damned me to life as a secret agent among the Na'vi, the indigenous race of this planet. This planet. My new home. Pandora.