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Dorothy stood on the castle walls, her heart flickering madly inside her chest. She fanned herself with her hand, the action not actually keeping her cool, but the repetitive motion calming her racing mind. She bit her lip, clutching at her dress with the other hand, wishing that her heart rate would slow down so he could think clearly.

Was I wrong in dismissing him like that? Perhaps in turn, I was dismissing myself from the thought of love? No, that can't be right. We were not made for each other. He shouldn't even exist.

"But he does." She whispered aloud to the gentle breeze that flew over the hairs on her arms. "You felt his lips on yours…"

She paused, a tender blush rising to her cheeks. She smiled embarrassedly, trying to keep in mind that they weren't even real lips, that they were part of a burlap sack.

"My first Kiss."

And they were with a scarecrow. And you even spurned him.

She turned her head in the other direction, trying to focus on anything other than that last thought. "He forced it onto me. I didn't want, nor expect it."

You really didn't want it?

Dorothy scowled. "Of course not."

She pursed her lips, staring out over the city. It had an eerie green glow, a menacing look that reminded her of the Wicked Witch of the West. Had she ever visited the Emerald City? Did she stare upon it with the same wonder and awe that she herself had experienced when first visiting this captivating metropolis?

"Elphaba." Croaked something to Dorothy's right.

Dorothy spun around, the hand that had fanned her now clumsily clutching a small pink bubble, a quick defensive spell that Glinda had given her to protect herself with. To be honest, Dorothy had no idea what to do with the bubble. She remembered wondering whether she was supposed to throw the thing at the enemy or just mutter some words. She gawked at the half bird, half woman that perched carefully on the Castle wall. It was old, and ugly, but had a wary elegance to it. Instead of arms, it had wings, and it was pure bird from thighs down, and Dorothy blushed at the sight of the creature's directness with its sexuality, thrusting it's pelvis about grandly. From the hips upwards, it was all women, and Dorothy again had to blush at the sight of its pert breasts, so arrogant and full of dignity at the same time. Its hair was a mess, a scrabble of waves and curls, hastily pulled behind to drape down her back. Its body has finely toned, the skin burnt with such precision as to design her entire skin with ancient marks and insignias. Its wings were spread out, the wing-span at the three times the size of Dorothy, and it kept rearranging it's grip on the Castle wall.

"Elphaba." It croaked confidently again. "Dead."

"I don't know an Elphaba." Dorothy mumbled, rearranging her position as well.

"Witch. Green. Dead."

The Creature obviously wasn't well versed in the Human language, probably only picking up what it had overheard from the humans, but it was easy enough to know what it meant.

"Elphaba was the Wicked Witch of the West!?" Dorothy gasped, a delicate hand hovering over mouth. "She had a name?!"

"Dead. You Kill."

"No, I…"

"You kill first person you meet, then make three friends to kill sister. "

"I didn't mean to!"

"Dead! Dead! You! Murder!"

"No! I never!"

"Dorothy!"

Dorothy spun around to face the castle, staring down into the Gardens. There below her, was Glinda, The Scarecrow, the Lion and the Tinman. There also a few guards, but Dorothy could not see them very well, due to the tears now forming in her eyes blurring her vision.

"Please help!"

Glinda raised her arm, her eyes glowing a soft pearly white, and Dorothy felt herself letting go. She gave a soft sigh of relaxation, and felt every particle of drift down to the ground, but there was a strange feeling running down her spine, it almost tickled her, and she tried to speak, but she found she had no lips to speak, not tongue to pronounce, nothing but the specks of her essence that was her, flowing down to Glinda.

She found herself staring up into Glinda's comforting, yet empty eyes. And that was the last thing she saw, before falling into a soothing rest.