~Wicked~
A Sharp pointed hat made from the shadow's of pain and cruelty stood before you until it falls dispersing into dark vapors.
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This story takes place in a faraway land called Oz. The was sky bright, clouds moved away from the sun to shine as it began to shine its rays over the lands, Just over the horizon you could see the sun reflecting, glistening through the shining point of the Emerald tower, it's brothers and sisters lined along the land creating the Great Emerald City.
Leading into the city was a yellow brick road, it trailed from the city all the way through the country. It passed by Farms, Cross roads, Windmills individual yellow bricks locked together on the pavement until it finally reached all the way to the Munchkin land, but right now along those golden yellow bricks were filled with the dancing footsteps of celebrating Ozians and Munchkins.
"Good news!" They cried in euphoria, colored streamers waved through the air, confetti fell like rain and music echoed through the streets, partners twirled around in pure happiness the despair and fears fell away, evaporating into thin air like chains haven been broken.
The whole land was free from the Wicked Witch of the West.
"She's dead!" They cried in joy the Ozians clothes that was once dark is now in colour once again, top hats and corsets with a variety of colours making the streets full of life, All them joining hands and dancing "The Witch of the West is dead!" They all sang before dancing once again clicking their heals and leaping into the air "The wickedest Witch there ever was," they gossiped planting their feet firmly on the ground "The enemy of all of us here in Oz is dead!" They rejoiced clasping their hands and joining together as they have ridded themselves of this evil menace "Good News! Good News!" They all cheered laughing and cheery planning to fill their tables with feasts upon feasts to their new found freedom from the fear.
"Look," An Ozian called pointing to the sky "It's Punzie!" All heads turned to the Witch of the North gracing them with her presence. All Ozians halted their faces lit up in wonder and joy at the majestic sight the Witch, who was held in a soft colored bubble with a faint pink glow and she floated lower towards them.
The silhouette of the witch was shown her hands held daintly by her sides let risen as if in a short bow, her dress was a silken white along with the tiara sat neatly on her crown, her staff held in her hand and the top resembled the sun and like the sun her smile shone the warmest before the Ozians.
"Yes it's good to see me, isn't it?" She asked with a flair and the Ozians agreed laughing good naturally, the Witch otherly known as Punzie 'Glinda' Corona had appeared before the celebration to give the good news.
She held out a hand "No need to respond that was rhetorical ." her voice, a lyrical note She gave everyone a smile nodding her greeting "Fellow Ozians." she gestured to them all tentatively "Let us be glad, let us be grateful," She looked to the others her golden hair bound in a white ribbon that weaved and plaited her absurdly long yellow hair.
"Let's rejoicfy that goodness could subdue, the Wicked workings of you know who!" The bubble floated over towards the Ozians as Punzie raised her arm to exchange her staff from one hand to the other the bubbles floated over coming from her own transportation
"Isn't it nice to know, that good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by," her green eyes narrowed in mirth sharing the relief of all the towns folk "Outlive a lie, for you and-"
"Punzie!" A Ozian called in question and Punzie stopped turning to him with a curious expression waiting for him to continue "Exactly how dead is she?" He asked and the others turned as well all as expectant of the answer as he was,
Punzie's face turned anxious in understanding giving a curt nod answering in seriousness they've never seen before.
"Well," She started straightening turning to face all of the folk, the crowd listening intently "There has been such rumor and speculation...Innuendo, outuendo," she shrugged back and forth before her eyes narrowed in determination steeling herself "But let me set the record straight. According to the time Dragon Clock, the melting occurred at the 13th hour," Murmur's came from the crowd as Punzie continued, "A direct result of a bucket of water thrown by a female child. Yes," she answered strongly "The Wicked Witch of the West is dead!" The Ozians erupted in cheers once again.
"No one mourns the wicked!" the Ozian earlier stated in a matter of factually to the other two females "No one crys they won't return." One of them said back to him "No one lays a lily on their grave!"
"The good man scorns the Wicked!" The others joined in agreeing with the notion "Through their lives our children learn!"
"What we miss when we misbehave!" Punzie's bubble lowered further "And goodness knows the wicked lives are lonely." she sang with them as the Ozians danced at her feet "Goodness knows the Wicked die alone," she bent her fingers in a petite wave to a toddler Ozian, also in the celebration too naive to understand.
"It just shows when your Wicked you're left only..." Punzie stepped of her transportation stepping on the yellow bricked pavment with her white heeled feet, bubbles fell and distinguished into the earth "On your own..."
An Ozian took her hand escorting her from her bubble where she nodded her thanks, "Yes goodness knows, the wicked lives are lonely." Ozians appeared and took Punzie's hand and bowed to her, she bowed also nodding to them, she walked over to a couple and took their hands greeting them the others smiled as if the wizard himself blessed them
"Goodness knows, the wicked cry alone." Punzie stood taller waving politely to the crowds where the others danced.
"Nothing grows for the Wicked,
They reap only...what they've sewn." Punzie walked to some Ozians who looked excited at her presence she stroked the girls face gently while holding the boys hand, feeling courage's the girl asked
"Punzie? Why does wickedness happen?" The witch of the north nodded raising a finger "That is a good question, one that many find confusifying." As the others crowded around to listen, Punzie asked "Are people born wicked? or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? After all she had a father, she had a mother as so many do..."
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Years before...
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Frex the Governor or Munchkin land had to leave his beautiful wife to go on a business trip oh how he hated to part from his adored... but as it was he had to leave her alone. On the doorstep to their house his carriage awaiting his wife Melena appeared giving him his hat he took the item and his hand fell over hers, his hazelnut eyes warmed at the sight of her beautiful face,
"How I hate to go and leave you lonely." he admitted with a sigh he cradled her face with his hand as her pale cheeks flushed and she looked away with a smile she only shrugged her pale blue eyes meeting his own.
"That's alright it's only just one night." Frex placed his hat on top of his head, then he held out his other hand that she took slowly as he took her other one bringing her closer to him
"But know that you're here in my heart while I'm out of your sight." he leaned forward kissing her on the cheek Melena held the urge to flinch when his bushy mustache tickled her cheek. He let go of her hands and left to his carriage giving her a parting wave and she took a step forward waving him goodbye.
But as soon as he was gone her smile faded turning into a scowl rubbing at her cheek as if the thought of those man's lips on her skin physically burned her.
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"And... like all families, they had their secrets." Punzie said to the Ozians telling them the tale.
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Melena opened the door as the stranger stepped inside her home covered in dashing green clothes.
"Have another drink my dark haired beauty." he advised waving, taunting her with the green bottle in his hand "I've got one more night left here in town." her arms wrapped around him as he slipped her around in a twirl holding the bottle out of reach when she made a grab for it.
"So have another drink of this green elixer," she clung closer as he spun her around towards the bedroom "And we have ourselves a little mixer." he dipped her body down holding on and gazing into those pale blue eyes "Have another little swallow little lady," her hand splayed over his cheek bringing his head closer as the bedroom door slammed open "And follow me down." And melena took a swallow from the elixar before kissing the man fully sharing the drink between them.
"And of course, from the moment she was born she was...well, different!"
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Melena cried out in agony "Ah!" Frex gasped jumping forward before ushering his wife to the bed as the mid wife Elinor who had bear like features had came prepared for the birth of Melena's child.
"It's coming!"
"Now?" Frex asked in disbelief, his awe covered in slight anxiety "The baby's coming!" she said again in excitment.
"But how?" he asked wanting to see it, is it a boy? or a girl?
"I see a nose!"
"I see a curl!" They said in awe, this is it! "It's a Healthy, Perfect, Lovely Little-"
They both screamed in terror, Melena gasped eyes wide in panic "What is it- What's worng?"
"How can it be?" the two asked in barely concealed horror not answering Melena they were too stunned to do anything but...question.
"What does it mean!?" Frex cried his hands locking through his hair golden chestnut hair "it's atrocious!" Elinor cried glancing back at the abomination "It's obscene." Frex gasped covering his eyes "Like a froggy, ferny cabbage, the baby is unnaturally-"
Elinor held the child eyes wide in horror "Green!" Melena fell back with an exhausted moan the bed chamber was silent no one dared speak until Elinor held the baby close wondering why it wasn't crying and tilted her furry head in confusion before moving towards Frex to give him his child.
"Take it away." He growled lowly surprising the ebony furred bear, Elinor moved back her brown eyes wide unaware of Melena sitting up her hands out stretched for her daughter.
when Elinor moved again frex glared "Take it away!" he screamed and Elinor took a step back in fright Frex turned in anger and slammed the door behind him, melena cried out her arms outstretched for both her husband and her daughter.
And both seemed out of reach.
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"So you see, It couldn't of been easy." Punzie concluded her eyes scrunched in sorrow "No one mourns the Wicked!" the Ozians as if reminding Punzie not to be sympathetic for their enemy. Punzie stepped forward towards her bubble she lifted her pink skirts stepping onto the transport the Ozians helping her in politely and she giggled smiling her thanks when she turned she had begun to ascend into the air.
"Now at last she's dead and gone!" they sang in relief "Now at last there's a joy throughout the land!" they sang as if they were plagued for centuries enslaved by the fear "And goodness knows, we know what goodness is." they said so sure of themselves "Goodness knows, the Wicked die alone."
"She died alone." Punzie chorused with them "Woe to those, who spurn what goodness there are shown!"
"No one mourns the wicked," The Ozians said looking up to Punzie with such trust and devotion "Good news!" Punzie sang along with them "No one mourns the Wicked!"
"Good news!" The Ozians laughed throwing more confetti into the air
"No one mourns...the Wicked..."
"Wicked!"
"Wicked!"
A/N Okay Here is the prologue of the first installment. I love Wicked so much and there are times when I crave to watch it but the musical (sadly) is not on DVD to watch, And the one I am accustomed to on youtube is no longer online and that happened to be my favourite, but music wise I love Idina Menzels version any time.
Song used: Idina Menzel Wicked Soundtrack "No One Mourns The Wicked."
