I was soon as much a part of the flock, as these kids called themselves, as the kids themselves. Their names were, Maximum, she told me I could call her Max, Ride, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, Gazzy or Gasser, Angel, and the youngest, who looked fifteen, but was really eight months old was Dylan. The leader, Max, made her replacement second-in-command, soon after I had enchanted another broom, so I could fly without having the flock carry me around like they do with one their two dogs—Akila, and the other dog is her husband—who knew dogs could get married—Total.
I never asked about the former second-in-command, but I knew it bugged her when she thought about him—I knew it was a guy, her ex-boyfriend, because I tend to wake up screaming, from the attack at my home, Kiamo Ko—at least that's everyone thought—it was more from my childhood—memories which I've spent years trying to bury, and once I heard her muttering, "Fang, no, please, stay with me. Fang, I can't live without you. Fang!" I woke her up then.
I knew my life was going to change, but one day, Max said something I'd never dream I'd hear. "Guys, we have to go to Oz. Elphaba, I'll need you to lead us there."