So here's the second one. This time it's just Nessarose and it's pre-Shiz. Hope you like it!


Nessarose sat in her chair on the grass verge of a field near her house, watching the other children running and playing. Even Elphaba had joined them, although the others looked a little nervous in the presence of the green girl.

'If only I could be like them,' Nessa whispered, barely audible, and shook her head sadly. 'But I can't, not with you.' She looked at her useless legs with a mixture of sorrow and contempt in her eyes. Nessarose wanted so much to be out there, joining in, having fun. She wanted to know what running felt like. How thrilling it must be to just let go and run, with the wind whipping through your hair and the grass cold and damp against your bare feet. 'Please,' she spoke softly, as if pleading with her legs. 'Please move. Just…move for me.' She shook her head again and sighed. It was useless.

Nessa's attention was drawn away to the other children by a sudden unanimous cheer followed by laughter. She didn't know what they were doing, or what childish game they were playing; she just knew that she wanted to be part of it. Nessa looked up at her sister, then down at her legs again. These hopeless limbs were keeping her from living a normal life. It just didn't seem fair. She could feel anger welling up inside of her. Why shouldn't she be able to do something that came so naturally to everyone else?

'It's shouldn't be difficult' she spoke, her voice rising in volume, and leant forwards, gripping her lower legs in her hands. 'Everyone else can do it.' She was almost shouting now, and staring at her feet, as if her intense gaze could somehow make them work. 'So why can't I?' She suddenly sensed that the others were staring at her. She hadn't realised she had shouted these last few words, but now she was the centre of everyone's attention. Elphaba was quickly by Nessa's side, kneeling by her chair and holding Nessa's hands in hers.

'Nessa what's wrong?'

'I…I…' She tried to speak but was instead overcome by sobbing. All this sudden sadness and anger, the feelings of hopelessness and desperation; it was overpowering. Elphaba stood up and put her arms round her sister, pulling her into a hug.

'Shh, Ness, it's okay. It's okay.' Elphaba spoke comfortingly, and held her sister as she cried.

'I…just…want to…to be like everyone else.' Nessarose sobbed into Elphaba's shoulder.

'I know, I know' Elphaba used one hand to lift Nessa's chin so she was looking at her face. 'I promise Ness, I'll do whatever I can to help you okay? After all, you are my little sister.'

Nessa attempted to smile through the tears.

'And who knows,' Elphaba continued, 'maybe one day, I'll be the most powerful sorceress in all of Oz and I'll magic your legs for you!' Both sisters laughed at this. 'Now come on,' Elphaba grabbed the handles of Nessa's chair, 'Let's go inside.'