The Truth of My Past

by Maleficent-darkgoodwitch2416

When a strange marking appears on her arm, Angel goes to Oz to find what it means, where she learns that she is the long-lost daughter of Glinda the Good. T for fighting.

2. Finally, the Truth

I reached the Emerald City safely, but was exhausted beyond belief. I really hoped I was right in thinking that the answers I wanted could be found here in the Emerald City, but I knew I had to find them, before Max and the others discovered that I was missing and found me, because then I would never know.

I reached a palace and knocked gently. A kind woman called, "Enter, young one." I quickly entered and said, "Excuse, ma'am, my name is Ariel, and I need a place to stay for the night. May I stay here tonight?" She nodded and said, "Just let me ask Miss Glinda." Glinda—that was the one of the names on the tattoo on my arm, which had to mean something important. I was right, the answers I wanted were here in Oz and I was in the right place, there was no doubt about it now, not now that I'm so close to finding the truth of my past, of finding my home, where I belong, where I should be.

The woman, Glinda, came and greeted me and I started rubbing my shoulder and she had me sit down. Glinda asked, "Let me see your arm." I rolled up my sleeve and showed her the tattoo. She took my hand and asked, "Where did you get this?" I shrugged and said, "I dunno. It's always been there, I guess. But it didn't show up till one of my best friends, Nick, left."

Flashback

Glinda faced Elphaba. "Elphie, I want you to meet someone special." "Alright, Glinda. Who is it?" Elphaba asked. "My daughter, Elphaba. I named her after you, my best friend. You're her aunt." "She's beautiful, Glinda, just like you." Glinda nodded and then Elphaba noticed the strange mark on the child's arm. "Glinda, what is that?" "A very strange birth mark." Elphaba nodded in agreement and then pointed to the names on the heart. "Those are our names." Glinda nodded and said, "it will help us identify her if we lose her in a crowd." Elphaba nodded in agreement. Two weeks later, Glinda learned her daughter, Elphaba, was dead.

Glinda stared at me and said, "I think I know who your mother is." I looked eagerly up at her and asked, "Who?" "Me." We hugged and she whispered, "Elphaba, my little girl, I'm so glad you're okay." I nodded and said, "I've missed you, Mom." Glinda smiled at me and said, "Go to sleep, Elphaba. We'll talk more in the morning." I smiled, curled up, and went to sleep, happy that I found my mom.