Meanwhile, Nala and I were rounding up the Lionesses who were loyal to Simba and wanted to see Scar dethroned.

"Where's Sarabi?" Nala demanded, anxiously.

"Scar called her," Nala's mother spoke up.

I growled and said, "Come on. We gotta help Sarabi."

"SARABI!" everyone heard Scar yell.

I growled. Someone had to do something—someone had to stop Scar.

He then yelled at her. "Where is your hunting party? They aren't doing their job," he accused.

"The herds have moved on, Scar. We must leave Pride Rock," Sarabi said, wisely.

"We're not leaving," Scar snapped.

"Then you've sentenced us to death," Sarabi snarled.

"I'm the king. I can do whatever I want," Scar snarled.

"If you were half the king Mufasa was," Sarabi began, challenging Scar.

"I am ten times the king Mufasa was," Scar snarled, slapping Sarabi and knocking her to the ground.

Simba sprang onto a rock, snarling, furious at what had happened to his mother.

"Mufasa?" Scar gasped.

"No, he's dead," Scar reassured himself.

Simba ran over to Sarabi to make sure she was ok. "Mufasa?" she asked, uncertainly.

"No, Mom," Simba said. "It's me—Simba. I've come home."

Then he turned to Scar. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart," he snapped at the older Lion.

Scar looked at Simba and said, "Now, Simba we're family."

"Step down or fight, Scar," Simba threatened—I had never seen Simba acting so harshly before.

"Oh, I would, it's just they think I'm king," Scar said, pointing to the hyenas.

Simba looked at them and then Nala and I arrived. "Well, we don't," Nala called. "We support Simba."

I smiled and then Scar said, "Well, they won't support you once they find out what you've done."

I growled. "Simba, what is he talking about?" Nala called.

"You didn't tell them," Scar accused.

"Tell them," he ordered the young Lion. "Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death."

I growled, tensing. "I am," Simba said, calmly.

"Say it isn't so," Sarabi begged her son.

Suddenly I found my voice. "Simba remember what I told you at Shiz!" I yelled to the young Lion.

"That may be your secret…" I began.

"But that doesn't make it true," he finished, turning to look into my eyes.

"Oh, so now you listen to a green freak?" Scar teased.

"Elphaba understands how I felt when Dad died," he accused.

"That helplessness of not being able to do anything, of being blamed for the parent's death, for she's been through it—tell Scar, Elphaba," Simba called to me.

I nodded and, stepping forward, carefully said, "It's my fault."

"What's your fault?" Sarabi demanded.

"That my sister is the way she is and my mother is gone. See, when my mother is pregnant with Nessarose, Father was really worried that the baby might turn out, well…" I began.

Nala and Simba looked at me, and we all said, "Green."

"So to make sure that the baby would turn out normal, Father made Mother chew milkflowers all the time—day and night. The milkflowers made Nessa come too soon, her little legs all tangled and Mother, well, our Mother never woke up after that. It killed me. The day before was the last day I ever saw her alive and I'm losing her. I'm losing the memories. She died that day. I lost the only member of my family who loved me," I said, shaking and getting choked up.

Then I looked Scar straight in the eye. "None of which would have happened if not for me," I declared.

Then I turned to the Lionesses and said, "I told my best friend the exact same thing, but she told me, 'You know what, Elphaba? That may be your secret, but that doesn't make it true,' and she's right. It's only true if you continue to believe it. Simba, do you still honestly believe that you're responsible for your father's death?" I asked Simba.

He shook his head and said, "No, I was doing everything I could to get to somewhere I could save him—I wanted to save my father."

"Either way, you're a murderer," Scar snapped, forcing Simba backwards.

I groaned—there had to be a way.

Suddenly, I remembered. I was talented—I was a witch. I could use my powers, right?

I glanced at Sarabi and then shook my head.

Scar leaned down and whispered something in Simba's ear and we all watched Simba sprang at Scar, yelling, "MURDERER!"

What had just happened?

"Tell them!" Simba ordered. "Tell them the truth!" he yelled.

"I killed Mufasa," Scar muttered.

"Louder!" Simba ordered. "I want the entire Pride Lands to hear you!"

"I KILLED MUFASA!" Scar yelled.

The hyenas attacked Simba, but Nala, Sarabi, Serafina, the other Lionesses and I all charged them.

"Simba, go after Scar!" I yelled.

Even Rafiki—he was the Monkey from the jungle—helped us fight against the hyenas.

Nala glanced at me and soon saw the hyenas were forcing me toward the edge of Pride Rock.

"Elphaba! Watch out!" she screamed to me.

I looked at her and Nala realized I would be fine.

I looked thoughtful and then it hit me—I had to defy gravity once more.

"Something has changed within me. Something is not the same. I'm through playing by the rules of someone else's game. Too late for second-guessing.Too late to go back to sleep. It's time to trust my instincts. Close my eyes…and leap. It's time to try defying gravity. I think I'll try defying gravity and you can't pull me down," I challenged the hyenas.

They stalked closer to me and, tightening my grip on my broom, I backed closer to the edge.

"I'm through accepting limits 'cause someone says they're so. Some things I cannot change, but till I try I'll never know.Too long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I've lost.Well, if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost. I'd sooner buy defying gravity. Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity and you can't pull me down," I challenged the hyenas again.

The hyenas forced me to fall over the edge and I smiled and instead of falling to the ground, I began rising into the sky.

"So if you care to find me, look to the Western Sky! As someone told me lately, 'ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly!' And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free! To those who'd ground me, take a message back from me: Tell them how I am defying gravity! I'm flying high, defying gravity! And soon, I'll match them in renown! And nobody in all of Oz, no Wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring me down! Ahhhh!" I called, racing skyward, but not heading west. I wanted to finish this battle.

The hyenas looked at me and ran. "Nala! Tell the Lionesses it's alright!" I yelled to my friend. "It's just me!"

She nodded and told Simba's other supporters.

Then we all watched as Simba flipped Scar over the back of Pride Rock, where the hyenas destroyed the old Lion.

I walked over to Simba and said, "You did what you had to."

He nodded and then reclaimed the Pridelands.