Elphaba's POV
I looked at my new parents—Dimitri and the princess Anastasia. I loved them, but I wanted to know what my necklace meant. It was my only clue of who I was before I was taken to that awful orphanage—boy, I was grateful that I was out of there. It was a crest of some family and some place called Oz and had one name on it—Thropp. Maybe Thropp was the name of the family I'd come from—I didn't know—I didn't remember.
Dad looked at me intently and I ducked my head against Mom's shoulder. "Dimitri, let her be," Mom said sternly.
"Anya, I am. I'm just worried about her," he hissed back. "Why is she so determined to not let me hold her? What happened before she became our daughter?"
She shrugged and he added, "I need to know who hurt her—who hurt our little girl."
I smiled and peering over Mom's shoulder, waved to Dad. He waved back to me and Mom laughed. "Come, on you two. Let's get home to Paris."
I nodded and slowly went to sleep.
Dimitri smiled at me and whispered, "She looks so peaceful, Anya."
Mom smiled and whispered, "Let Elphaba sleep."
We eventually must have reached Paris, but I slept for most of the trip. When I woke up, Anya whispered, "We're home, Elphaba."
I stared at the palace and she nodded. "Dimitri and I are staying with Grandmamma until we find a place of our own."
I looked at her and asked, "Will I meet Grandma?"
Dimitri nodded and said, "Like your mother, your great-grandmother is incredibly stubborn."
I giggled and mumbled, "Me too, Dad."
