Okay, everyone. This is it! The moment of truth! It all happens here! Just don't kill me afterwards! Thanks and enjoy!


Mollie walked down the long hallway to Elphaba's room. It was the princess' 13th birthday and there was to be a ball to officially announce her as Princess of Oz. It was a very big day and everyone had their roll to play. Mollie had the hardest job; she had to prepare Elphaba and make sure she stayed out of trouble.

"Princess Elphaba?" Mollie asked, knocking on her door. She slowly slid it open and peeked inside. Elphaba's bed was empty. Mollie began to panic. Where could Elphaba be? She tried to calm herself down. If someone saw her in her state of panic, they would know something's wrong. Taking a deep breath, the 23-year-old maid hurried out of Elphaba's room to find her.

"Princess?" she whispered, hoping Elphaba would hear her. She suddenly remembered something. She ran outside, holding her skirt up so she wouldn't trip. She didn't have to call Elphaba when she got outside. She saw her, sitting in a tree, dressed only in her nightgown. She wasn't wearing any shoes and her hair was in a ponytail. Her legs were swinging back and forth and she clutched the branch she was sitting on with both hands. Mollie sighed, thankful that she wouldn't die of shock that day, and walked up to Elphaba.

"Princess Elphaba, what are you doing?" Mollie asked, her voice stern, yet soft.

Hearing her maid addressing her, Elphaba jumped out of the tree, landing right in front of Mollie. Mollie let out a small, startled scream.

"Oh, Mollie," Elphaba smirked. "You and Father worry too much."

"Princess, you know your father doesn't wish for you to climb trees like… like…"

"Like the teenager he knows I am," Elphaba finished for her, raising her eyebrow.

"Nevertheless, it's dangerous," Mollie said, still taking in deep breaths.

"How so?"

"You could fall out and hurt yourself again."

"Don't all children do that at some point. Hurt themselves?" Elphaba asked, locking her hands behind her back and bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Mollie didn't have a retort for that. She herself had fallen and scraped her knee multiple times growing up. But this was different. This was the Wizard's daughter. This was the Princess of Oz.

"Yes," she whispered. "But –"

"But what?"

"You're a princess," Mollie said gently. "You're –"

"Elphaba," the princess interrupted. "I'm Elphaba. Your average, normal, everyday girl who just so happens to be a princess."

Mollie sighed and brought her hand to her temple. This girl was going to be the death of her.

"Okay," Elphaba whispered, giving up. "Please don't tell Father."

"I won't," Mollie promised, taking Elphaba's hand and leading her back inside.


Elphaba was finally dressed for the ball. It only took two full hours, but only because Mollie had to give her feet an extra scrub, considering the fact that Elphaba walked outside and climbed a tree barefoot. Elphaba looked stunning in her emerald green ball gown with a large bow in the back. Her hair was out, but didn't have anything in it, since the Wizard would be placing a tiara in her hair. Mollie left a few minutes before to give Elphaba some time to herself. Once Elphaba sensed that she was alone, she groped to her bed and reached for her doll. She still had the doll Galinda gave her all those years ago. She still slept with it. It brought her comfort when she missed her friends. She sat on the bed and held her doll close. She suddenly felt something climbing onto her lap.

"Hello, Victoria," she giggled, placing her doll next to her and stroking the cat's fur. The four-year-old cat purred in Elphaba's lap. She turned over to allow Elphaba to pet her stomach. Elphaba obliged and stroked Victoria's stomach, forgetting all her cares and worries.

"Princess?" Mollie said, knocking on Elphaba's door. "You're father wishes to speak with you in his office."

"Okay," Elphaba said, standing up and walking towards her door, with Victoria at her heels.

She slowly walked down the stairs and into her father's office.

"You wanted to speak with me, Father?" Elphaba asked, standing in the doorway. The Wizard looked up and took off his reading glasses.

"Yes, Elphaba," the Wizard said, taking her hand. He gasped when he saw a scar running down the middle of her hand. "Fabala, when did you get this?"

Elphaba quickly pulled her hand away. She softly rubbed her hand where the scar was. She received it when she fell out of a tree the week before. She had hoped her father wouldn't notice. "I…I…"

"You've been climbing trees, haven't you?" the Wizard asked, his rage turning into concern.

Elphaba hung her head. She was in trouble now! "M-Mollie said it wasn't that big."

"Fabala, that's not the point!"

"Father, I'm not a little girl anymore!"

"I know you're not, sweetie. I just want to keep you safe."

"Safe from what?"

"Dangers."

Elphaba bit her lip. She wasn't helpless. She wasn't a baby. She just wished her father would treat her… normally. "Father –"

"Elphaba, you need to promise me that you won't climb any more trees."

"But, Father –"

"No buts."

"Father –"

"Promise me!"

Elphaba opened her mouth, but immediately closed it. "Okay. I promise," she whispered.

The Wizard took her hand, but Elphaba gently pulled away. She was upset with him, and he couldn't blame her.

"Fabala," he whispered.

Elphaba looked up slightly. The Wizard looked at his daughter. She was growing up, but she still had her childlike innocence. Her skin was glowing with a youthful glow. There was so much about the world she didn't know. So much he didn't have the heart to expose her to. He couldn't help but feel that he was part of the reason she was blind. If he had just gone back to Melena after Elphaba was born and claimed her as his daughter, all of this could have been avoided. Elphaba would still be able to see and would have grown up the way she was supposed to.

"Here," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen. "Cook, a bowl of ice cream please."

"Right away, Your Ozness," Cook said, taking out the chocolate ice cream, Elphaba's favorite.

Elphaba smiled. Her father didn't usually allow her to have ice cream before dinner. After all, it was her birthday.

"Oh, I almost forgot," the Wizard exclaimed, reaching into his pocket as Cook handed Elphaba the bowl of ice cream.

"Yes, Father?" Elphaba asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down, spooning the ice cream into her mouth.

"I have a surprise for you."

Elphaba leaned forward and placed the bowl on the table. "Yes?"

"Happy birthday, Fabala," the Wizard smiled, handing Elphaba a small box.

"Oh, Father!" Elphaba smiled, carefully opening the box. She carefully pulled out a shiny silver necklace with an 'E' on it. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, Elphaba," the Wizard smiled, taking the necklace from her and putting it around her neck. "You are all ready for the ball this evening."

Elphaba smiled. For a moment, she forgot why she was upset with her father. She felt normal. She loved it.


Fiyero and his parents were nearing the Emerald City Palace.

"I can't wait to see Elphaba again," Fiyero said, looking out the window.

"Fiyero, she's the princess of Oz now," the king said. "She might have changed."

"I still can't wait to see her again," Fiyero said, shaking all thoughts of Elphaba changing from his mind. "I've missed her."

"I'm sure she's missed you, too," the Queen smiled.

The royal family of the Vinkus finally arrived at the Emerald City Palace.

"Welcome!" the Wizard smiled, shaking hands with the King and Queen.

"Thank you, Your Ozness," they bowed. Fiyero bowed too, then tried to look past the Wizard to see Elphaba.

"She's in her room. It's the second door on the right. You may go up and see her," the Wizard chuckled.

"Thank you, You Ozness," Fiyero said, bowing once more before bolting up the stairs to Elphaba room.

He slowly and soundlessly opened her door and slipped in. He saw her sitting on her bed in her emerald green ball gown. She looked exactly the same, only older. Her hair had gotten longer, and she had gotten prettier, which, until today, Fiyero would have thought impossible.

He tiptoed over to her bed, determined to make his presence unknown to her. He studied her for a moment before sitting down on the bed next to her.

Elphaba jumped, startled by her bed sinking. She slid off her bed and moved away. Fiyero followed her and took her hand. Elphaba pulled away.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice sounding soft and scared. Her body was shaking. Fiyero felt bad for scaring her.

Fiyero took her hand again and brought it to his face. Elphaba stopped shaking when she felt her hand on Fiyero's cheek. Her fingers gracefully danced along his features, starting with his cheek, forehead, nose and then chin.

"Who are you?" she asked again, removing her hand.

Fiyero was about to answer when his nose started to itch. Unable to stop himself, he let out a sneeze.

"Fiyero?" she asked hopefully. "Is that you?"

"It's me, Elphaba," Fiyero said, smiling to himself. This was exactly what happened when they first met.

"Oh, Fiyero!" Elphaba exclaimed, throwing her arms around the prince. "I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too, Fae," Fiyero whispered.

"Fae?" Elphaba asked, gently pulling away. "That's new."

"Well, Elphie sounds too… perky and… Galinda-like. Fae sounds more… me."

"I like it," Elphaba said, brushing her hair away from her face.

Fiyero laughed. "You haven't changed one bit."

Elphaba brought her hand to his face again. "Neither have you."

"Elphaba, it's time," the Wizard said, coming into the room.

Elphaba nodded. Fiyero kissed her hand. "I'll see you downstairs," and with that, he left the room.

Elphaba smiled as the Wizard took her arm and walked with her to the ballroom.

"And now, presenting, His Royal Ozness and Princess Elphaba," the announcer said as the ballroom doors opened, revealing the Wizard in his green suit and Elphaba. Everyone clapped as they entered the ballroom together. Elphaba squeezed her father's hand, nervous about the night. The Wizard squeezed back, reassuring her that everything would be okay.

After the formal introductions were made, Fiyero made his way back to Elphaba.

"May I have this dance, Princess?" he asked, bowing before Elphaba.

Elphaba nodded as she took Fiyero's hand. "You may."

As soon as she was out of earshot from her father, Elphaba let out a sigh. "That was terrifying."

"You did well," Fiyero smiled, beginning to lead her in a waltz.

After the dancing was over, everyone quieted down for the Crowning of the Princess. Fiyero led Elphaba back to her father, who gently took her hand. Elphaba knelt before her father, just like they practiced multiple times.

"I now present, Princess Elphaba of Oz!" the Wizard said, placing the tiara in Elphaba's hair. Everyone cheered as Elphaba stood up again, a big smile on her face. She turned towards the crowd and curtsied. Fiyero took her hand again and led her to where the other children started a little group.

"Congratulations, Princess Elphaba," a young boy about her age said, bowing deeply at the waist.

"Thank you," Elphaba smiled.

"ELPHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" a high-pitched voice shrilled.

"Oh no," Elphaba whispered, recognizing the voice.

A young girl, who looked like a walking cream puff in a pink ball gown, ran towards the princess and wrapped her in a bear hug.

"I've missed you so much!" she said, tightening her grip around Elphaba.

"Oz, Galinda, volume!" Fiyero admonished.

"Shut up, Fifi! Can't you see I'm busy hugging my bestest friend of all time, whom I haven't seen in," Galinda counted on her fingers, "seven years!?"

"I've missed you too, Galinda," Elphaba said, returning the hug.

"OHMYOZ! This is so exciting! You're officially a princess. How does it feel?" Galinda asked, taking Elphaba's hands in her white-gloved ones.

"The same," Elphaba shrugged.

"Well, that's only because you've been an official princess for only two minutes. That'll change!" Galinda said.

"Whatever you say," Elphaba laughed. Soon, the sound of wheels reached her ears.

"Hello, Princess Elphaba. My name is Nessarose. I'm the Governor of Munchkinland's daughter," a shy voice said.

Elphaba forced a smile onto her face and turned around. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Nessarose."

"Nessa, please," Nessa blushed.

"Nessa," Elphaba smiled. She knew that Nessarose was too young to remember that Elphaba was really her sister. She preferred not to connect herself to Frex in any way. However, she missed her sister dearly.

"Alright, children, it's time to return home," the Wizard said, escorting their parents back into the room.

"Can Fifi and I stay? We haven't seen Elphie in seven years!" Galinda begged, clinging to Elphaba's arm.

"Please?" Elphaba asked, not wanting to depart from her friends so soon.

The Wizard looked at their parents, who nodded. "Yes, you two may stay. Miss Nessarose will be staying as well."

Four faces lit up. "Elphaba, please show our guests to their rooms," the Wizard instructed.

"Yes, Father. Come on!" Elphaba exclaimed, tugging at Galinda's arm as she led them up the stairs.


Everyone was peacefully asleep after the long evening. Elphaba was curled up in her bed, Victoria sleeping at her feet. She heard the window open, but didn't pay it much attention, thinking it was Mollie.

"Mollie, please close the windows," Elphaba muttered, turning over in her bed. But it wasn't Mollie.

Elphaba heard heavy footsteps and sat up in her bed. Mollie's footsteps weren't that heavy.

"Mollie?" Elphaba asked, turning her head. She suddenly felt someone's hand over her mouth and she was pulled from her bed.

Victoria opened her eyes. Before she could reach Elphaba, the princess was dragged out the window and vanished from sight.


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