Chapter 3: Chapter 2
This obituary appeared the next day in The Ozian Gazette.
Yesterday, the Wicked Witch of the West died, due to unknown causes. The only thing the Ozians know is that there was a great deal of blood, and there is cause for a national celebration. Her sister, Nessarose Thropp, governor of Munchkinland, and her brother Shell Thropp survive the Witch. There will be a celebration hosted by your one and only Glinda the Good today, all day, lasting until everyone tires. Follow the Yellow Brick Road to the Emerald City, and celebrate!
Fiyero threw down the paper in disgust.
"Look what you've done!" he shouted at the boy next to him. "You've made them happy!" The boy pulled down his hood.
"Well, the people of Oz deserved a celebration. Ozma has spoken. Elphaba Thropp is dead. Leave me out of this." He tossed his longish brown locks away from his pale face. Fiyero glared at him.
"Tip, I told her she could talk to you, you know. She is a wreck. You essentially murdered her best friend!" Before Tip could respond, Fiyero stood up and walked away.
"Tip," he said to himself, "You should go talk to Glinda. Tell her what really happened." He shook his head. "She won't believe me. If she finds out the truth, she'll go on a massive search for her, and that would not be good. Elphaba said she wanted to be left alone! Where's Lurline when I need her?"
