Chapter 9: The End
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Glinda sat on the Wizard's vacated throne- She had basically dethroned him, and now no one could corrupt Oz anymore. She replayed the scene in her mind, it brought her small comfort to remember telling the little man of his daughter, how he had ruined the life of his only progeny, and then telling him that if he didn't want his secret known he had better get his ass out of Oz. What should have been a sweet victory was embittered by the death of her only true love- Glinda knew life would be very long and colorless without her. And she prepared to ache like this- this empty hollow aching in her heart- for the rest of her days.
And for the first few months it was bad. Glinda the Good could hardly get out of bed most days, people began to talk- saying that when Fiyero ran away with the witch it broke her heart. This talk reached Glinda and upset her more, but she decided to start getting out, to show the people she was not broken. But it was all just more lies, more of her elaborate facade, the fake smile that never reached her blue eyes.
And then the flashes started. She would catch green in her peripherals and turn to look to find no one. That was only the mildest one- once she thought she actually saw the green woman at a distance and she hurried to meet her, only to find it was not Elphaba after all. Oz, it was hard to even think of her name without bringing up the image of her death in the blond's mind! She thought she was going crazy, that the deep loss had finally snapped a chord somewhere inside of her and she was insane. All the while still keeping up her appearance- the wonders a little make up could do.
One night, as she lay in a fitful sleep, Glinda dreamed of the Other World- the place that Dorothy had come from. She dreamed of it's bright lights, of it's tall buildings, and of a small countryside with a small house... Chistery was puttering around outside and Glinda was sitting on the porch grinning at the Monkey's parody of Elphaba- his dexterous and long fingers wiggled as if casting a spell and he mumbled nonsense to make her laugh. And then the woman being parodied came out, putting a hand on the blond's shoulder, beaming at the two.
"Alright you two little monkeys," She began in a mock warning tone that dissolved into just a jovial laugh, "You must be hungry from all this playacting. Good thing I've been inside 'doing spells'- or cooking as most would call it!"
Chistery grinned up at his master and loped up to the porch on his knuckles, "Fun!" he exclaimed- he had not yet mastered full sentences without it coming out in stuttered sounds- and with one last grin at the pair he bounded inside for supper. Glinda stood and Elphaba put her arms around her waist, planting a small kiss on her forehead.
"Do you like it here?" the green witch asked softly, pulling her close and breathing in her scent.
"It's idyllic." the blonde stated, smiling up at her love, "I love you Elphie."
"Glinda," dark eyes met blue and the blonde was instantly lost in the connection, "wake up, I need you to write your suicide letter!"
The blonde looked at her confused, "What?" She blinked. And then she blinked again. And then the world started to shake and Glinda woke with a start, sitting upright and smashing heads with the person who had been shaking her awake.
"Oww!" the figure hissed, pressing a palm to it's forehead, "Oz, Glinda you'll wake the whole household and then we'll be in for some trouble!"
Glinda didn't dare hope that the voice she heard was real, "Elphie?" she whispered, still blinking sleep from her eyes as they adjusted to the dark.
"The one and only, my pretty." and then the green woman stepped into the moonlight as if to say 'ta-da' and present herself. She knelt quickly by the blond's bedside, taking Glinda's hands in her own, "Now we don't have a lot of time, sweet, I need you to write your suicide letter- say that you've thrown yourself off the balcony."
"What?" sleep and the sudden appearance of her love only served to muddle the blond's thoughts as she squinted at what must have been a apparition, A figment of her imagination telling her what she wanted to hear- She wanted to write a suicide note? Perhaps it didn't seem to far off the charts, for Glinda shrugged and rose from her bed, going to the desk to do as her imaginary Elphie had asked. She could hear her figment rummaging around her room, heard the sound of mage's chalk on her wood floors- but it was all surreal. The blonde shook her head, igniting the gas lamp and bending to her task.
'My dear fellow Ozians- I simply cannot live like this anymore, not since my love has passed away. I'm sorry to leave you like this, but you understand that I will be happy when my life has ended. You'll find my body at the foot of my balcony, having thrown myself off it in my haste to join my love. Do not blame anyone for my choice- it was made while in sound mind and body. And forget me, for I have been just a silly little thing and I'm not worth remembering- Sincerely Glinda the Good'
She read her note over once, and was satisfied, placing it next to her still burning lamp. "It's done." Glinda stated softly, walking as if in a trance towards her balcony doors.
She heard the imaginary Elphaba pick up the note to read it over, "I wouldn't say you aren't worth remembering, you gave these people hope- even if it might have been a lie, it was still something..." the blonde wasn't listening, she opened her double doors and strode onto the balcony, letting the cold moonlight caress her porcelain skin. Just as she made it to the stone railing strong arms wrapped around her, holding the blonde fast, "Whoa there, steady my sweet! I was planning on throwing a decoy, not your pretty face!"
The contact was firm, and warm, and it was really Elphaba! Glinda turned around in her love's arms a looked- really looked- hard into her eyes until she was satisfied that she wasn't dreaming, that she wasn't imagining things, and that she wasn't dead. But wait, the green witch was supposed to be dead- Had died in her very arms! Glinda pulled back her arm and slapped.
"Alright, I suppose I deserved that..." Elphaba admitted, loosing her hold on the good witch to rub her stinging cheek
"How did you do that?" Glinda demanded
"Like what I'm about to do now," the green witch explained, "I'm going to make a temporary doppelganger- Only this one requires a sort of host... You could call it a glamor-"
The blonde cut Elphaba's explanation short, knowing it could be longer if sh let it go unchecked, "Why didn't you come back sooner?"
"I wanted to, precious-" the green woman almost whined, "I had to wait for it to be safe enough to come for you, and I had to find the host body, and the digging took awhile, and it had to be somewhat fresh and-"
"Fresh- what? What have you done Elphie?!" the blonde was aghast.
Elphaba looked down, grinning sheepishly, "I.. Had to dig up a freshly dead corpse so that we could fake your death?"
Glinda opened her mouth to say something about ethics but then closed it, deciding to let the green witch get on with her craft.
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The papers were plastered with the story the next day. Glinda the Good commits suicide, body found beneath balcony, unrecognizable from the fall. Reports said it must have been planned for months in advance- the two tittered about that as they made their escape. Out of Oz- Forever.
The End...
Or is it? I promise at least an Epilogue full of fluffy happy-ending rainbow crap xD no seriously, at least a fluffy epilogue, and perhaps a sequel IF I can be persuaded, muahahaha! It might not take that much persuasion seeing as I already kinda cooked it up in my head anyways! So, yeah, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed and didn't waste your time! Your reviews (Those of you who did review) were the r0xx0r! Love you guys!
