Whoo-hoo! Who all watched the Tony Awards on Sunday? Go Idina!!! I was so nervous for her I had to have my parents hold my hands for moral support when they were announcing the winner. She looked kinda nervous when they were performing "Defying Gravity," though. And what about Taye? He looked so happy. It was really cute. But what is it about Best Musical? I mean, come ON! Wicked most totally deserved that award.
Alrighty, I've been chatting too frequently so I'll cut it out. Here's the next chapter! I tried to get this one in early. I don't think I can post the next one till about Monday. So hold on until then.
Disclaimer: I do not own the book Wicked by Gregory Maguire. If I did, I would be much richer than I am now.
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Crope, Glinda, Boq, and Milla sat chatting at Boq's house. A troop of horses pulled up in front of the yard. Sir Chuffney emerged from the carriage, a strange, faraway look on his waxy face. He walked over to Glinda and embraced her. "My dear wife."
"Not now, Chuffney. Anyway, did you hear about Pfannee's mother-in-law? She-"
"Glinda, my dear, the-"
"Not now, Chuffney. As I was saying, Pfannee's mother-in-law got so mad at Pfannee for ruining Lurlinemas dinner, that she tells her-"
"I must insist that you let me speak, Glinda, I-"
"Chuffney, you aren't deaf yet! You heard me! I'm trying to have a nice conversation with my old friends from Shiz, who I hardly get to see, and you barge in here and interrupt. I won't have it! Where was I? Oh, yes, well it wasn't even Pfannee's fault, that nephew of hers-"
"Glinda! The-"
"Papa! Mama!" Rikla, Boq and Milla's child, came running up the hill. "Guess what I just heard?" Without waiting for an answer, Rikla plowed on, "The Wicked Old Witch of the West is dead! Killed by a bucket of water!"
This news was greeted with silence. Then Milla burst into tears and everyone looked at her surprisedly, for she was never close to Elphie like the other three were. "That poor, poor woman!" Milla sobbed. "Oh, what we put her through! Rikla, if I ever hear you call her that terrible name again, I'll whack you from here to oblivion!"
Glinda stood and ran. "Oh, Elphie!" she cried out.
Glinda woke up in a cold sweat. That dream again. Glinda took a sip of water from the glass beside her bed and sat up. She hated reliving Elphie's death. But she didn't die, Glinda thought to herself, remembering the box. She got up and peeked into it, to reassure herself that Elphie really lived ten years longer than Glinda had thought.
Glinda reread her second letter. True, the Wizard left, but his legacy did not. A month after he flew out of Oz, a woman, with dark brown hair and golden eyes, dirty, and tired, but triumphant, came forward. That day there was much celebration in Oz. Ozma Tippetarius had come back.
Ozma Tippetarius gave the Ozians a renewed source of hope. Munchkinland was annexed back into Oz. Shiz became what it used to be in the olden days. The only thing that stopped Oz from being what it was like years before was the Animal issue. The remaining Animals were restored their rights, but the problem was, there weren't that many Animals left. Most of them had lost the will to live along with the loss of their rights. The few who had survived the Wizard's tyranny had developed a fear of humans, and kept to themselves in secluded colonies.
Ozma's reign was only for three years. Since her death, her grown daughter, Ozma thePacifist, had succeeded the throne, and order restoration in Oz was complete.
19 November, 3038 Ozian date.
The same tiny dirty cave.
Dear Glinda,
It's been a few weeks since I've written. But I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that all is going well here. We are now the proud owners of a cave, a table, a bed, three chairs, a kettle, and four dishes. Our little cave is getting to be so homey. Ha.
I wonder how you are doing in Gillikin. Last time I saw you, you looked like a walking cream puff that some society ladies would eat at teatime. Are you still married to that baronet, Sir Chuffney? Do you have any children? I should hope not. Children make me shudder.
Our cave is decorated for Lurlinemas. I hate it. Fiyero insists, otherwise I would drape the whole place black. I have not told you the story. Well, I suppose I should explain. I've never explained much to you about my life.
My poor Glinda, were you heartbroken when I left you alone in the city and made you go back to Shiz on your own? I can't imagine. I don't think my presence at Shiz was benefiting anyone, except maybe my father, because when I was at Shiz, I wasn't at home. When I left all of you, I moved into an abandoned store room in the Emerald City. For five years I was involved with a terrorist group so obscure I don't even know it's name. We never saw each others' faces, nor heard our voices, but we all had the same goal. All of us were tired of the Wizard's despotic reign and all of us wanted but one thing: the Wizard of Oz's death.
Oh, sweet Oz, Glinda, I'm so tired and the memories are scary. It's very late, and Fiyero is snoring like that old Hog who used to clean the dormatories at Shiz. Would you so terribly mind if I continued tomorrow? I have to get some rest.
As always,
Elphaba
Yes, yes, yes, I would mind! Glinda screamed in her head. She wanted to know more and was hungry to know information about this mysterious friend. She grabbed another letter and absorbed Elphie's thoughts into her mind.
28 November, 3038 Ozian date.
Minik ot Bellun
Dearest Glinda,
Have you noticed our little resort has a new name? Yero named it. He told me these are the Arjiki Vinkus words meaning "love and happiness." Apparently, the phrase is used as a toast for weddings. That made me laugh. Thirty-eight is far too old to be a blushing bride. It is a melodic phrase, so I like saying it: minik ot bellun. We have love here, no doubt. We always have. Fiyero is the reason I live. But happiness…happiness is something that has rarely graced my life.
Well, to continue on with what I started: I had planned to keep myself underground and shut away from human life until my mission was accomplished. It wasn't to be. One day, I was in the chapel in Saint Glinda Square (our group used a certain pew as a place to hide notes concerning our actions). Yero found me there. I tried to lose him but that dratted man followed me. So, I let him talk and visit, and come back and before you know it we're in a full scale love affair. On Lurlinemas Eve, I made him swear not to come to my house, because that was the day I was supposed to assassinate Madame Morrible. The genius waited at my house, and the Gale Force captured him. For seven years I cared for the poor and sick and orphaned brats at the Saint Glinda Mauntery. Then, I had traveled out to Kiamo Ko and stayed with Yero's wife, Sarima, and their three children for another eight years. And then you know the story about Dorothy-the-Coldhearted-Bitch supposedly "melting me." The pain was like fire, but I survived it. I had given up on hope of living when Yero found me. At first, when I saw him, I thought I was hallucinating. But Yero is alive, and we are here.
Nothing else is new. Oh, but I did go to the market yesterday. Yero finally convinced me to leave the house. I really don't understand him. Suppose a stray member of the Gale Force just happened to wander into the marketplace? Yes, I do know that they have recently been outlawed by Ozma, but that doesn't mean that they are completely wiped out. I mentioned this to Fiyero this morning and do you know what he did? He rolled over and went back to sleep.
Dear Glinda, either I'm crazy or the rest of the world is.
As always,
Elphaba
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