Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked, and the characters and lyrics depicted in this story are not mine. I am simply borrowing them from Gregory Maguire & Stephen Schwartz for a little bit of wicked fun.
Chapter 26 – The Little Green Bottle
In the throne room of the Wizard's Palace, Madame Morrible was attempting to reassure the Wizard.
'I don't see why you are so despondiary. I think it went quite well. They seemed thrilled to shreds with their brains and their hearts and everything.' she told him dismissively. Madame Morrible was about to continue when she was surprised by the sudden and unexpected appearance of Glinda.
'Oh Glinda, I thought you'd be out festivating.' Madame Morrible said.
'This was Elphaba's.' Glinda stated sadly as she held out the little green bottle Chistery had given her just before.
'What?' Madame Morrible replied.
'What's that you say?' asked the Wizard.
'It was a keepsake. It was her mother's. I've only seen a little green bottle like this one other time. And it was right here, in this room. You offered me a drink from it.' Glinda explained.
'This belonged to her mother?' the Wizard said in a daze, the realization that Elphaba was actually his daughter made him sink to his knees. 'Oh my lord.'
'So she was yours all along?' Glinda prompted.
'That's it. That's why she had such power. She was a child of both worlds.' Surmised Madame Morrible.
'I want you to leave Oz.' Glinda told him. 'I'll make the pronouncement myself. That the strains of Wizard-ship have been too much, and you're taking an indefinite leave of absence. Did you hear what I said?'
'Yes, Your Goodness.' the Wizard meekly replied.
'You'd better go get your balloon ready!' Glinda suggested. The Wizard stumbled off, assumedly to do as the blonde girl had ordered. Glinda rounded on Madame Morrible next, her expression serious.
'Guards!' she called out, and was rewarded with the prompt arrival of the Wizard's personal guard detail.
'Glinda dear, I know we've had our minuscule differenceations in the past…' Madame Morrible began apologetically.
'Madame, have you ever considered how you'd fare in captivity?' Glinda asked mildly.
'What? I don't–' Madame Morrible stammered, not quite understanding her meaning.
'Captivity. Prison.' Glinda enunciated. 'Personally, I don't think you'd hold up very well. You see, my personal opinion is that you do not have what it takes. I hope you prove me wrong. I doubt you will. Take her away!'
The guards dragged a protesting Madame Morrible forcibly from the room. Glinda was left alone to deal with the aftermath of Elphaba's dissolving demise, the Wizard's departure, and Madame Morrible subsequent arrest.
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