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Chapter 4: Madame Morrible
That wretched girl. Stealing the Grimmerie. She had always been trouble.
Even back in Shiz.
Even dead she means trouble.
Her friend sent me to prison. This stupid blonde girl, as dumb as she is blonde, crying over someone as evil as the witch.
She should be thankful. It was me who taught her the spells, the one to conjure a bubble.
As the press secretary I had told the Ozians how wonderful our dear Glinda was.
I made her popular.
Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands.
Glinda the Good.
And I made up all the lies about the Witch. The wicked one. The Ozians believed me. They still believe the stories about the Wicked Witch of the West. The once I told them. About her darkened soul. How clear water could melt her.
I should never have told the Wizard about this girl.
About Elphaba.
She ruined our plans. Our plans to rule Oz the way we wanted. To imprison Animals. Take away their rights. Animals aren't equal, they should be seen not heard. Yes.
That's the way it should be.
Her friend Galinda or Glinda the Good, I don't know what to call her anymore, won't last long. She won't rule Oz forever.
The Wizard will be back.
I am sure.
He will be back and save me. And we will rule Oz together again. Yes. I am going to rule Oz one day! Just wait and see.
Just wait and see Glinda the Good. My time will come. I have to be patient.
Oh, Miss Elphaba you wretched girl. I swear on your grave I will seek revenge.
Revenge for my imprisonment.
Revenge for your deeds.
I make sure that the Ozians will remember you, the wicked witch forever.
That they will remember how you tried to destroy our wonderful Oz and how you brainwashed people and mutilated animals.
You abnormality. You wicked witch.