Hey guys, so here's chapter 2. I just want to warn you that if you haven't read Wicked, seen the musical or know it in general, then this chapter has big spoilers, merged with some of my own ideas. Hope you enjoy it, and questions/comments, please don't be afraid to ask!
Chapter 2
When I had crossed to the other side of the portal, the first thing I saw was snow. Lots of snow. I shivered lightly and wished I had a jacket. I changed my temperature and nodded. Now I was good.
"Hello?"
I turned to the soft voice and was ready for a fight, but when I saw who it belonged to, I dropped my defenses.
Everything about her screamed beauty. She wore a white ball gown with blue accents, and a silver crown was perched on her golden head, which was surrounded by curls that went to her shoulders. A kind smile lay on her ruby red lips and her blue eyes crinkled slightly in recognition.
"Are... are you Glinda the good?" I asked.
She put her hand to her heart, and nodded. She looked surprised, if not scared to see me, but it was replaced with a sad smile.
"Tamina... oh, Tamina, is it truly you?"
"Y...you know me?" I asked as she crossed the distance between us.
"I do... I knew you, even though for only a brief moment." She said, taking my hands, "come. Let us go and talk. I assume you have many questions."
"Of course I do," I said, following her to a garden tainted by winter and snow. We went to a snow white gazebo, which I had barely seen until I drew very close. Inside the gazebo was a table decorated with creamy teacups, and a teapot with a white rose on top.
"Would you care for some tea, dear?" she asked, seating herself at the table.
Still feeling a bit cold, I nodded, "That would be nice, thank you."
She poured it and handed me one of the tiny cups. I took it and sipped. I felt warm in no time.
"You look just like her," Glinda murmured as she watched me from the other side of the table.
"Who?" I asked, putting down the teacup.
"Your mother."
I gaped at her, "Please... please tell me about her...about my parents."
"Of course," Glinda said, then put her finger to her chin, "Where to begin... well, I guess I should start at the beginning."
I listened intently as she began to unfurl the story of my past.
"Your mother was different from everyone else. She was... unique," Glinda said, staring into the distance, "She possessed great magic. We went to university together, but it didn't last long. She was my friend..." she hesitated, then nodded, sure of herself, and in a bold tone she said it again, "she was my best friend."
I waited for her to continue, and I remained silent, especially when I saw she was fighting tears.
"She wasn't exactly loved among the Ozians. You see, she was born with green skin."
"Green skin?" I asked, looking at my palm.
"Yes... but she told me in our brief meeting before she left you that she was afraid of you suffering the same fate as herself when she was younger. She was bullied and I cannot imagine the pain that she felt, even though she chose to ignore it."
She turned back to me, "My dear, you don't have to be afraid of ever getting green skin... it was her parents who made her that way. Her mother drank a green elixir and she was born that way...but she told me that she never wanted her child to suffer as much as she did, so she drank a potion to keep it from happening."
I continued to listen.
"Her name was Elphaba," Glinda continued, "and she was truly magnificent. Her magic became recognized on our trip to the Emerald City so long ago, and the Wizard wanted to use that power for his own good. You see, the government was corrupt before I became Glinda the good, and they wanted to use Elphie's magic for horrible reasons... so she fled.'
'I stayed at the university and...well... Elphie and I both fell in love with the same man, Fiyero. Fiyero was popular and liked to play around, skip class...he had met Elpjie before and I guess something must have happened between them. Fiyero and I were together after Elphie disappeared. She went rogue, and rumours started saying that she was Wicked. The rumours got worse as time went on, and when Elphie did come back, things had changed.'
'Fiyero had found her and I understood then that he had always loved her."
"I'm sorry..." I began.
"Don't be," she said, then smiled sadly, "Look what their love created."
I smiled sadly and listened.
"It wasn't until the death of her sister and Fiyero's sacrifice that she started to go by what everyone called her... The Wicked Witch of the West."
I shook my head...My poor mother.
"But she wasn't Wicked. She saved Fiyero. I knew she was innocent, but nobody believed her. Things had gotten so bad that when I offered to clear her name, she argued against it. She disappeared for good, making Oz think she was truly gone.'
'But she wasn't," Glinda said again, "She and Fiyero left, living in true peace... but shortly after you were born, some Ozians found them and hunted them down. Elphie sought me out. It was a short reunion, but that's when she gave me you."
I was speechless, but she continued. I couldn't speak anyway.
"She never wanted to leave you, Tamina," she said softly, "But if the Ozians found you, you probably wouldn't have been alive today."
"I understand," I finally said, softly, "So... it was you who had given me the grimoire."
She nodded, "Long ago, it had belonged to your mother. She gave it to me when she escaped the first time with your father. I'm so sorry, Tamina."
"Did... did they survive?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
She shrugged, "I don't know. If they did, I'm sure Elphie would have sought you out. I know she would have."
I felt something inside me break. I had known this was coming. My parents were dead.
"But you were saved, Tamina. You survived."
I nodded. My parents did care...I knew that. "I just wish I knew them."
"I wish you did as well... I wish that none of this ever happened... but your mother was a hero." She smiled sadly then got up.
"Oh... Glinda?" I asked.
She turned to face me, her eyes shining with memories and sadness, "Yes dear? Was there something else?"
I bit my lip, "Glinda, thank you for sharing your memories with me. It was a gift, and one of the best I've received. I would have rather learned the truth than live in ignorance for the rest of my life." I said, sure of myself. "I... almost feel a bit closer to them now."
She came over to me, and enveloped me in a hug, "I would have cared for you myself, but I was afraid... the Ozians would have questioned it, and your mother told me to bring you to safety. I knew Storybrooke was the best place."
I nodded, trying not to crack in her embrace, "May I ask you something else?"
"You can ask me anything, dear."
I found myself suddenly shy, but I knew I had to ask. Maybe she would know, "Glinda... would you know where others in different worlds are?"
She looked confused, but her brows creased in understanding soon after, "As a witch, I do have powers, just like you do... but sadly, I am not that strong."
I was saddened, but she wasn't finished.
"The best person who may be able to tell you that would be the Wizard."
"The wizard?" I asked, almost weary.
"Yes. We've had many who claimed to be a powerful wizard, but our current Wizard may happen to answer your question, I'm sure of it."
I suddenly felt anxious. The more time I spent in Oz, the more time went by without Peter. I had to find him!
"How do I find him?" I asked, almost desperately.
Glinda smiled then pushed out her arm, and suddenly a portal appeared.
"Use this. Normally, you would take the Yellow Brick Road, but from here, that would take quite a long time."
"Thank you," I breathed, then embraced her, "Well? Are you coming?'
She looked stricken, then her mouth turned up into a sad smile, "You sound like your mother too..." she shook her head then looked back to me, "I can't... I've been banished here and I cannot leave because of a spell."
My brows furrowed and I frowned. I remembered that the goat in the archives said something about that, "By who? Who's keeping you here?"
"My dear, I warn you, steer clear of her..."
"Her?"
She sighed, "She's the new Wicked Witch... her name is..."
Suddenly the portal began to waver.
"Tamina, you must go now... the portal won't last long." Glinda said sadly, "I'm sorry."
I looked to the portal, then back to her.
"I'll be fine. I'm safe here... But I wish you the best of luck! I hope you find what you're looking for."
I nodded, "Thank you... aunt."
She looked at me with adoration and I knew it, because it was the same look I received from Granny, Ruby and Snow all the time... even Peter. It was love.
The portal wavered a bit more and I took a breath and entered it.
Then, I faded from sight.
