Title: Who?
Verse: Book
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Past Fiyero/Elphaba
Suggested Listening: None… Perhaps something sad.
The Witch sat at the window, awaiting her fate. As she watched the world pass by she wondered what had become of herself. She hadn't always been a Witch. Of that much she was certain. But when did it happen?
The Witch didn't know herself anymore. Was she really still Elphaba Thropp, eldest daughter of Frex and Melena Thropp. She always been bizarre, but a Witch? No. She mused that she had never truly just been Elphaba either.
Her father had called her Fabala. Their relationship wasn't terrible, though it was far from good. She hoped that at one point her father had genuinely loved her, wanted to protect her, as a father should. But of course why love cold Fabala when there was poor little Nessarose, needing tending to. Melena never seamed to favor either of her daughters. No, Melena kept herself in a drunken stupor, so she wouldn't have to think about her failures. Her older daughter literally green, the younger armless. What Melena wanted was a son. And she had one. Perfect fair skin, all of his limbs. Melena would have loved Shell. 'Perhaps,' The Witch thought, 'That's why she died. She was so happy she just died.'
Then to her classmates, she'd been Elphie. The headstrong, opinionated girl with a chip on her shoulder. Galinda, then Glinda's roommate. Nessarose's big sister. She'd looked up to Doctor Dillamond. Been friends with Boq. She had learned of politics and the Animals were her passion.
Then there was Fae. A terrorist, against the "Wonderful" Wizard. Fae, a codename, meant to conceal her identity, at first anyway. But then, there he was. Fiyero. It had become his name for her, and the young rebel was in love. But of course, it couldn't last, her own fault. But then, it did leave it's mark. Perhaps, anyway...
And now, to Oz, she was the Witch. The Wicked Witch of the West, to be exact.