Hello all. Let's get this over with; No, I do not own in any way the
characters portrayed in this story. No, I do not claim to have created
Elphaba and the World of Wicked. All characters from this story are all
creations of L. Frank Baum and Gregory Maguire. This story begins where the
musical version of Wicked left off, but many years from then. I hope you
all enjoy, and there is soooo much more to come. Thanks for reading!
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Awakenings
Her hand traced the leather binding of the now infamous book. Years of wear and tear had left little of the original etching left. The only letters still intact were the mesmerizing "G" at the beginning and the "E" at the end. At one time, the book lettering had read "Grimmerie" and had been a large piece of Ozicana. But now it was tucked away inside a large chamber, chained to a desk with over a thousand locks. Long ago she used to muse that the "G" stood for Glinda and the "E" stood for Elphaba. The two of them together against the odds, defying gravity. She muttered the name Elphaba and closed her arms around the heavy book. A smile crossed her face as she remembered her glorious time at Shiz University, but it faded quickly. It had been years, even longer, since she had spoken that name. In a daze, she threw the book across the room and buried her face in the silk blue sheets of her bed. Why did she let herself remember? After all, it had been so long ago and over the years she had become fast friends with the destroyer of her beloved friend. Although she had come to love Dorothy as if she were her own child, she also loathed her. It was she who had murdered Elphaba. It was she who ruined that part of Glinda's life forever. Yet, she adored the child, because in some small way she reminded her of Elphaba. Strong. Determined. An innocent. It was Dorothy's undying wit and love that helped Glinda get over Elphaba's death.
She reached for a small green bottle that hung around her neck and looked at it through hazy eyes. She then popped the cork out and took a long swing from it the way her lover used to do with his alcohol. Almost choking on its contents, she considered smashing the bottle, but instead put it under her pillow like Elphaba used to do. Maybe she to, would dream of the good times shared with the dearly departed . . .
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A light went on, and a small girl in her early teens woke up engrossed with sweat. A dog covered in curly black hair looked up at her anxiously. She had the dream again. The one about the green witch. Was this a sign that she was to come back? The very thought made Dorothy shiver up and down, only to be drenched in more swear. The dog began to whimper again, which made Dorothy smile. The little dog really did care for her and she was thankful for it. As long as she had Toto she would be safe, she knew that much. Still . . . the dream had a lasting affect on her. It would be at least an hour before she fell back asleep. She drew back her covers and walked over to the bedroom door calling for her companion. A walk always calmed her down.
As Dorothy began her walk down the hallway, she suddenly tripped over a long broom that seemed to be hovering horizontally across the floor.
"Now how it Oz did that get there?" Dorothy wondered. But as she turned around to pick up the broom, she found that it had vanished. She quickly felt her head for signs of bumps, and then hurried on back down the hall, all the while looking back at where she had fallen.
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Awakenings
Her hand traced the leather binding of the now infamous book. Years of wear and tear had left little of the original etching left. The only letters still intact were the mesmerizing "G" at the beginning and the "E" at the end. At one time, the book lettering had read "Grimmerie" and had been a large piece of Ozicana. But now it was tucked away inside a large chamber, chained to a desk with over a thousand locks. Long ago she used to muse that the "G" stood for Glinda and the "E" stood for Elphaba. The two of them together against the odds, defying gravity. She muttered the name Elphaba and closed her arms around the heavy book. A smile crossed her face as she remembered her glorious time at Shiz University, but it faded quickly. It had been years, even longer, since she had spoken that name. In a daze, she threw the book across the room and buried her face in the silk blue sheets of her bed. Why did she let herself remember? After all, it had been so long ago and over the years she had become fast friends with the destroyer of her beloved friend. Although she had come to love Dorothy as if she were her own child, she also loathed her. It was she who had murdered Elphaba. It was she who ruined that part of Glinda's life forever. Yet, she adored the child, because in some small way she reminded her of Elphaba. Strong. Determined. An innocent. It was Dorothy's undying wit and love that helped Glinda get over Elphaba's death.
She reached for a small green bottle that hung around her neck and looked at it through hazy eyes. She then popped the cork out and took a long swing from it the way her lover used to do with his alcohol. Almost choking on its contents, she considered smashing the bottle, but instead put it under her pillow like Elphaba used to do. Maybe she to, would dream of the good times shared with the dearly departed . . .
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A light went on, and a small girl in her early teens woke up engrossed with sweat. A dog covered in curly black hair looked up at her anxiously. She had the dream again. The one about the green witch. Was this a sign that she was to come back? The very thought made Dorothy shiver up and down, only to be drenched in more swear. The dog began to whimper again, which made Dorothy smile. The little dog really did care for her and she was thankful for it. As long as she had Toto she would be safe, she knew that much. Still . . . the dream had a lasting affect on her. It would be at least an hour before she fell back asleep. She drew back her covers and walked over to the bedroom door calling for her companion. A walk always calmed her down.
As Dorothy began her walk down the hallway, she suddenly tripped over a long broom that seemed to be hovering horizontally across the floor.
"Now how it Oz did that get there?" Dorothy wondered. But as she turned around to pick up the broom, she found that it had vanished. She quickly felt her head for signs of bumps, and then hurried on back down the hall, all the while looking back at where she had fallen.
