Disclaimer: Not mine. 'Wicked' belongs to Gregory Maguire.


032. Sunset

In the East

As she watches the sun setting over the distant horizon, she can't avoid the impish grin that is forming over her lips as her iniquitous mind reveals something uncertain. The awkwardness and the betrayal she has had to face isn't something she has projected – though of course, she should have.

At this time of the day she cannot help but notice the slightest resemblance between the sundown and the resentful events of that evening. The dying of the day, the darkening of the atmosphere: such analogies for the death of her sister are what make her smirk. Such irony, nature.

She watches the fading sunlight and growing shadow caressing the humble and almost destroyed house; there isn't much she can do about her current situation. Does she mourn for her sister? Yes. Does she regret Glinda's treachery and battering today (that will evidently continue to be)? Yes. But does she regret being the way she is, and choosing whatever she wants to choose? No.

As she turns from the now vacant and abandoned residence, a single tear, combined with that madness that will drive her away from her own self, is what is left of her doleful character. Obstinacy, she reflects, is her new incentive.

With a wicked cackle that reverberates over almost all of Center Munch, she rises with her broom and flies. She flies away from the sunset. She flies away from her dead sister. She flies away from her dead past.


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