The little girl's constant crying was beginning to try Elphaba's patience.

"You want to see your Aunt Em and Uncle-What-His-Name again?" she screamed through the trapdoor. "Then get those shoes off your feet!"

True, she had locked up the girl. But she wasn't hurting her, and would let her go when she had the shoes back.

That was all she wanted. Surely that wasn't asking too much. As Nessarose's elder sister, they rightfully belonged to her.

But the girl wouldn't stop.

Elphaba really didn't think today could get any worse.

Then she turned to see Glinda standing at the door.

"I can do anything I want," Elphaba shouted. "I'm the Wicked Witch of the West."

As she brushed past Glinda a Monkey came up to her, handing her a crumpled envelope. This was not what she had told the Monkey to do, but she still took it.

Time seemed to freeze while she stared at the note. It was Glinda's voice that finally made her look up.

"It's Fiyero, isn't it?" she asked. "Is he-"

"We've seen his face for the last time," Elphaba interrupted. She couldn't let Glinda finish that sentence.

"You're right," she sighed. "It's time I surrender..."

"Here, go on. Take it."

Glinda protested when she saw her Elphie holding out the Grimmerie for her to take. She couldn't read it, and they both knew it.

But Elphaba was insistent. She no longer had a reason to keep the Grimmerie. And Glinda, the only friend she'd ever had, was the only person she would trust it with. She took Glinda's pale hands in her green ones and wrapped them around the book.

Glinda had always been the one could make good. She had the ability to do everything that Elphaba never could.

"Now it's up to you."

The second stunt of Elphaba Thropps's life went without a hitch.

When the wretched little farmgirl stepped up and flung the bucket of water at her, she screeched and cackled, sinking down through the trapdoor with no pain at all.

The little brat bought it, as easily as she, and everyone else had bought into the Wizard's lies. And if she had bought it, surely the rest of Oz would too.

Unfortunately, that included Glinda. She believed it too. Her desperate cry broke Elphaba's heart, hurting more than any melting possibly could.

Leaving Glinda behind was the worst pain ever.

"It worked!"

Elphaba rose from the trapdoor in a state of disbelief. Even after dechiperating Fiyero's note, she still had her doubts.

Seeing him in front of her, they had all disappeared.

She had saved him, when it seemed that all hope had been lost. He was real. And so was a future for them as a pair.

Elphaba hated leaving Oz, even though it was the only option.

With one last sigh, she left with Fiyero, for their future.

And there the Wicked old Witch stayed for a good long time.

And did she ever come out?

Not yet.

That's it everyone. I hope you all enjoyed journeying through these drabbles. Thank you to everybody who read and reviewed this story, including the guest reviews from James Birdsong and aramenunicorn. It means a lot to me. I have more WICKED fanfiction planned, so hopefully, I'll see you soon.