9. Months
Elphaba gazed up at the lights of the Emerald Palace. She snorted when she remembered the reason behind the celebration. Her eyes rested on the newspaper clipping in her hand.
Wicked Witch Spotted
A celebration was being held because she had been seen? Elphaba nearly laughed at the prospect. Especially since she hadn't actually been seen. It was a mistake.
Elphaba let the clipping go and it was pulled away by the wind.
She had escaped from the Wizard only a few months ago and she had already had to repair her dress a few times. She had had a big rip across her stomach, luckily not injuring her, but the dress was in ruin. Fortunately she had come across an abandoned shredded corset. Elphaba had stitched it on and her hand rested on the stiff material.
Her head turned to the opposite direction of the Emerald Palace. She tried to see Shiz but, inside, she knew it was futile. She was too far away.
She thought of Glinda, Fiyero...Nessa. Elphaba knew her sister would be angry with her for abandoning her. The green girl sighed, mounted her broom and set off into the night.
