Disclaimer: Yes I do own Wicked, Stephen Schwartz, Gregory Maguire, L.F.
Baum, Elphaba, Glinda, Idina...so on and so forth...well in a place called
"Perfect" (CVS's [or is it Walgreens's] commercial music plays in the
background; $Cha-Ching$) anyways. But since this isn't "Perfect" all Wicked
and Wizard of Oz characters, actresses/actors, and anything else that I
don't happen to own in this world belong to their respectful owners,
Gregory Maguire, L.F. Baum, Stephen Schwartz, etc etc. However, I do not
claim any title to that selfish brat Dorothy. I mean GEEZ people if you've
read the book (The Wonderful Wizard of Oz) she really is a selfish brat who
only cares about getting home. She doesn't give a crap about the rest of
the characters. And true to my nature as a hard-core, obsessive "Wicked"
fan, I claim the right to be known as Elphaba-- I saw the show in San
Fransisco BEFORE it premiered on Broadway in NY.
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Glinda sighed with relief as she left the palace and headed towards home. Ever since the abrupt departure of the Wizard, Glinda was constantly kept busy attempting to prevent chaos from ensuing within Oz. The first thing she had to take care of was the sending of that dreadful girl home. Certainly she was sweet, but there was something sinister behind that innocent facade. The girl had willingly set out to destroy the Wicked Witch of the West; she made no protests nor posed any questions why. Well clearly the use of the term "wicked" along with the promise of being sent was enough to convince her to do the deed. The Wizard hadn't even been responsible enough to have taken her with him. On the other hand, he wasn't exactly to blame for her silly little dog's antics. Why she couldn't have just left the dog behind baffled Glinda. Once the coach came to a smooth halt in front her favorite shop, Glinda put all thoughts aside.
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In an abandoned castle in the farthest region of Oz, known as the Vinkus, the supposedly dead Wicked Witch of the West was preparing to cast her most recent spell.
"Ok, Fiyero, I think I've figured out the spell to retransform you into a human.
"Are you sure this time?
"Is anything in this world ever certain?
"No, but I prefer being a scarecrow to...other forms
"If you're referring to the time I changed you into a monkey, I urge you to remember that I directly transformed you back.
"I wasn't just a monkey! I was a lot of things! A palm tree, a frog, not to mention a teapot!
"But you made such a lovely teapot, and served quite a practical purpose. I had half a mind to keep you that way and start a china collection.
"Fae...
"Fiyero, darling I know how much want to become human again, and that's what I'm attempting to do. Please take note though, that I'm still learning the extent and limits of my powers, and I best advise you not to remind me of previous mishaps or they just might happen again. Anyways, what's the worst thing that could happen? I could set you on fire, fill you with mold, turn you into a mattress...
"That's definitely reassuring.
"I'm glad you agree. Now may I be allowed to continue with this experiment? Remember, think postive. If this spell works it'll be worth having been turned into a teapot.
"I guess."
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Glinda was examining a pair of excellently crafted high heeled shoes while debating whether she preferred rose or peony pink when she heard a familiar high-pitch squeal from behind her. She whirled around to find herself facing two of her formerly closest classmates at Shiz-- ShenShen and Pfannee.
"Galinda!"
"It's Glinda stupid. She changed it remember? Pardon my friend, Miss Glinda, her wits tend to become addled when she gets overexcited. I'm not sure if you remember us, but allow me to reintroduce myself as..."
"No need for introductions. I remember you girls perfectly well; you are Miss Pfannee or Lady Bogart as you are now referred to. Your companion is Miss ShenShen also known as Lady Krayton. I haven't seen either of you since we graduated from Shiz. How lovely to see you both! How are you two faring?" said Glinda slipping into her Glinda the Good persona. Privately, she had never really enjoyed either of their company. ShenShen did nothing but fawn over her, and Pfannee was a gossip constantly prodding her for information about her personal life. Despite their pettiness, they were in the height of the fashion and social world, and they were her closest friends when she was Galinda before she met Elphaba.
"...then I in the middle of a cocktail party, clad my newest Fatima gown, turned to Kurt and said..."
Glinda cut Pfanee off in midsentence, "I'd love to hear the rest of the story, but I really must dash. I have some important domestic affairs that I must see to."
"Of course, how thoughtless of me. You have so much on your hands, with being the grand vizier to the Ozma Regent. When is the coronation ceremony by the way?"
"Yes, well it is a demanding task. Here take my card," said Glinda in a hurry. "Feel free to drop by and we'll have tea. And the ceremony is about a month away."
As she left Glinda couldn't help but overhear the remaining two's conversation.
"Well she certainly was in a hurry.
"She's the grand vizier to the Ozma Regent, what do expect? Pfannee, you talk way too much. I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
"What would you have had to add to the conversation anyway?
"That there's a rumor going around saying the Wicked Witch of the West is still alive and hiding out somewhere.
"Oh yes...didn't we used to know her? She was rather plain, and her clothes were so homely. What was her name again...it was something rather odd..."
"Elphaba...Elphie...alive?" thought Glinda, heart pounding as she raced out the door.
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AN: Well what'd you think? I've been dying to do this for a long time now. I've finally just gotten the flow of the story, and I'm really proud of the result. Please read and review. Also note I'm following the musical not the book (as if any hard-core Wicked fan couldn't tell) because it has a much a happier ending which can be embellished on by the imagination. Plus in the book Maguire says "there is no ever after in the life of a witch" (I think that's right), so I can't exactly pick up from there. Hope you enjoyed this! Chapter Two should be not long in following.
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Glinda sighed with relief as she left the palace and headed towards home. Ever since the abrupt departure of the Wizard, Glinda was constantly kept busy attempting to prevent chaos from ensuing within Oz. The first thing she had to take care of was the sending of that dreadful girl home. Certainly she was sweet, but there was something sinister behind that innocent facade. The girl had willingly set out to destroy the Wicked Witch of the West; she made no protests nor posed any questions why. Well clearly the use of the term "wicked" along with the promise of being sent was enough to convince her to do the deed. The Wizard hadn't even been responsible enough to have taken her with him. On the other hand, he wasn't exactly to blame for her silly little dog's antics. Why she couldn't have just left the dog behind baffled Glinda. Once the coach came to a smooth halt in front her favorite shop, Glinda put all thoughts aside.
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In an abandoned castle in the farthest region of Oz, known as the Vinkus, the supposedly dead Wicked Witch of the West was preparing to cast her most recent spell.
"Ok, Fiyero, I think I've figured out the spell to retransform you into a human.
"Are you sure this time?
"Is anything in this world ever certain?
"No, but I prefer being a scarecrow to...other forms
"If you're referring to the time I changed you into a monkey, I urge you to remember that I directly transformed you back.
"I wasn't just a monkey! I was a lot of things! A palm tree, a frog, not to mention a teapot!
"But you made such a lovely teapot, and served quite a practical purpose. I had half a mind to keep you that way and start a china collection.
"Fae...
"Fiyero, darling I know how much want to become human again, and that's what I'm attempting to do. Please take note though, that I'm still learning the extent and limits of my powers, and I best advise you not to remind me of previous mishaps or they just might happen again. Anyways, what's the worst thing that could happen? I could set you on fire, fill you with mold, turn you into a mattress...
"That's definitely reassuring.
"I'm glad you agree. Now may I be allowed to continue with this experiment? Remember, think postive. If this spell works it'll be worth having been turned into a teapot.
"I guess."
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Glinda was examining a pair of excellently crafted high heeled shoes while debating whether she preferred rose or peony pink when she heard a familiar high-pitch squeal from behind her. She whirled around to find herself facing two of her formerly closest classmates at Shiz-- ShenShen and Pfannee.
"Galinda!"
"It's Glinda stupid. She changed it remember? Pardon my friend, Miss Glinda, her wits tend to become addled when she gets overexcited. I'm not sure if you remember us, but allow me to reintroduce myself as..."
"No need for introductions. I remember you girls perfectly well; you are Miss Pfannee or Lady Bogart as you are now referred to. Your companion is Miss ShenShen also known as Lady Krayton. I haven't seen either of you since we graduated from Shiz. How lovely to see you both! How are you two faring?" said Glinda slipping into her Glinda the Good persona. Privately, she had never really enjoyed either of their company. ShenShen did nothing but fawn over her, and Pfannee was a gossip constantly prodding her for information about her personal life. Despite their pettiness, they were in the height of the fashion and social world, and they were her closest friends when she was Galinda before she met Elphaba.
"...then I in the middle of a cocktail party, clad my newest Fatima gown, turned to Kurt and said..."
Glinda cut Pfanee off in midsentence, "I'd love to hear the rest of the story, but I really must dash. I have some important domestic affairs that I must see to."
"Of course, how thoughtless of me. You have so much on your hands, with being the grand vizier to the Ozma Regent. When is the coronation ceremony by the way?"
"Yes, well it is a demanding task. Here take my card," said Glinda in a hurry. "Feel free to drop by and we'll have tea. And the ceremony is about a month away."
As she left Glinda couldn't help but overhear the remaining two's conversation.
"Well she certainly was in a hurry.
"She's the grand vizier to the Ozma Regent, what do expect? Pfannee, you talk way too much. I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
"What would you have had to add to the conversation anyway?
"That there's a rumor going around saying the Wicked Witch of the West is still alive and hiding out somewhere.
"Oh yes...didn't we used to know her? She was rather plain, and her clothes were so homely. What was her name again...it was something rather odd..."
"Elphaba...Elphie...alive?" thought Glinda, heart pounding as she raced out the door.
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AN: Well what'd you think? I've been dying to do this for a long time now. I've finally just gotten the flow of the story, and I'm really proud of the result. Please read and review. Also note I'm following the musical not the book (as if any hard-core Wicked fan couldn't tell) because it has a much a happier ending which can be embellished on by the imagination. Plus in the book Maguire says "there is no ever after in the life of a witch" (I think that's right), so I can't exactly pick up from there. Hope you enjoyed this! Chapter Two should be not long in following.