Okay here we are: Chapter Four, which is back in Glinda's perspective. I know it's short, but the next chapter will (hopefully) be much longer than previous ones. But nevertheless, enjoy.
The people were screaming. Cries rang out through the Emerald City as citizens stormed through the streets yelling for good fortune to befall the 'witch hunters' and shrieking that evil must be eliminated.
Glinda was inside the castle when she first heard the shouts. Although she could not make out the words they were screaming, she had a pretty good idea as to what the message that her fellow Ozians were trying to convey was. She tried to keep her composure, but eventually she could stand it no longer. She had broken Elphie's heart so many times with all the promises she couldn't keep. And now she was determined to set the record straight, once and for all; before anybody else she loved got hurt.
Morrible followed her outside when she stepped out onto the balcony. Seeing the streets of the City of Emeralds lined with people who had bloodlust in their eyes – bloodlust for her best friend made it all the more shocking and real.
She was shocked when a man stepped forth from the crowd. At a glance, Glinda could say she didn't know who he was, for he was all shiny and silver. Then it became glaring obvious. He was made of tin. The silver lustre of his metallic body revealed to Glinda that she definitely had never met this man; but despite what her eyes were seeing, something in the back of her mind was telling her she knew this person.
He started screaming his vow to banish the witch from the world, but for the briefest second, Glinda thought she heard the Tinman begin to say Elphaba's name. That was ridiculous. How in Oz could the Tinman possibly know her Elphie? And besides, whether or not he had known Elphie he clearly wasn't showing it now, claiming of the personal score he had to settle with 'THE WITCH'.
Then, he turned and began dragging the hand – no – paw of some poor Animal into view. The Animal wouldn't budge though and eventually, the Tinman gave up. But then he turned back to the crowd of rabid villagers recounted the horrible deeds Elphie had supposedly done to this poor creature.
That was when Glinda had had it. She couldn't just sit here and smile while the rest of Oz were out hunting for her best friend; hunting for her so they could kill her.
"No, no, that's not the way it happened," she cried, trying to reach the citizens. But it was useless. They were so caught up in their wild passion to kill Elphaba that they weren't listening to a word she said.
She turned to Morrible beside her. "Madame," she said. "You've got to stop this. It's gone too far."
"I think Elphaba can take care of herself," Morrible replied coolly.
"Madame," stammered Glinda. "Something's been troubling me about Nessarose and that cyclone."
"Oh yes," Morrible said, her voice clearly hiding something. "I suppose it was just her time."
"Was it?" Glinda asked, hardly daring to believe. If it was, she was not at fault. If it truly just was Nessa's time then Glinda's blissful blonde brain could relax, because her shallow and self-absorbed actions had not caused the death of her best friend's sister.
Glinda wished that that were the case. But in her heart of hearts, she knew it was not. She turned back to Morrible. "Or did you..?"
Morrible rounded on her, her face growing bright red with anger. "Now you listen to me Missy," she shouted. "The rest of Oz may have fallen for that 'aren't I good routine', but I know better. You wanted this from the beginning, and now you are getting what you wanted! So smile and wave and SHUT UP!"
With tears brimming in her eyes, Glinda pushed her way past Morrible and disappeared into the castle. Just before the doors banged shut behind her she heard the Press-Secretary screech "Good fortune witch hunters!"
Glinda rushed as fast as she could to her chamber before collapsing in a heap of blue material onto her bed. Her tiara toppled off her head as she buried her face in her pillows and cried her eyes out.
As she heard the last strains of the 'witch hunters' through her locked windows she cried for failing Elphaba so many times; cried for all the promises that had been broken between and cried because it made her feel better.
If she couldn't keep her promises to Elphie, and it seemed like that, she needed to get her feelings out. So while the Gale Force and all the Wizard's troops searched for the green-skinned witch, Glinda the Good lay down on her bed and cried out all the promises between her and her best friend.