AN: So here is another one shot idea. This one is post musical and is written as a diary entry of a stranger, a descendant of Elphaba and Fiyero and takes place in our world/the United States. This is from the song The New Ground/Isle of Hope from Celtic Woman.
Today in class, we learned about Ellis Island, and the impact it had on this country's history. The story of Ellis Island has always spoken to me, but more specifically, the tale of two people who are not of this world who crossed the threshold into this new land. Who were these people? Where did they come from? Let me tell you a tale of my ancestors, that my mother told me, as her mother had told to her. Listen to my tale and you can judge for yourself if it is truth or fantasy.
On the first day of January, 1892, a cold, blustery and miserable day, they opened Ellis Island and let the people through. The first person to cross the threshold into this new life, into the Isle of Hope and Tears, was Elphaba Thropp of Oz, more specifically, Munchkinland. She was followed closely by her beloved, Fiyero Tiggular, also of Oz and a Vinkun Prince. Elphaba had been born an emerald green but as soon as they entered this land, the color faded, leaving her pale white in its wake. Elphaba was 23 when she crossed the threshold into our land and our history.
They crossed into our land, and stepped foot into the place known by many names to the many people that found salvation and hope on its shores. The Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears. For Elphaba and Fiyero, it was the Isle of Freedom and the Isle of Tears as they left everything they knew behind. It was a new hope, freedom from prejudice, from hatred and anger. Unfortunately, for Elphaba and Fiyero it was not the Isle they had left behind, no matter how cruel that Isle of Hunger and Isle of Pain had been, nor of the scars it had left behind. It was an Isle they would never see again. They had left behind everything behind: friends, family, love, a home. But the Isle of Home was always on their minds.
In a little bag she carried, she had all her past and all her history. She was putting all of her dreams for the future into that one small bag. It was all she was able to take with her from the land of her birth, where she had been hated and hunted for her skin and skills in magic. She stepped foot onto this Land of Liberty, where her courage was her passport to a new life and happiness with her beloved. Her old world had disappeared under tyranny and malice, but she knew, she could not save it. This was a brand new start and everyone knows there is no future in dwelling on the past, as painful as it was, when you are green and hated.
Their tale is done, and is now only seen by those descendants and the abandoned halls of Ellis Island. When they closed down Ellis Island in 1943, seventeen million people, of whom Elphaba and her lover were the first, had come to our land for sanctuary. It is now springtime as I stand here, and I swear I can see the ghosts of the memories and stories that began and ended here. I stand on the piers, and I think of what it must have been like when you were new to this land and this world, desperate for a new beginning. Were Elphaba and Fiyero real? Only these walls here on Ellis Island know, and they are not speaking.