Hello dears, I'm back again after a long while. Here's chapter 8! Trust me, this story does have a plot, it's just slow. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Wicked.
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It took a few minutes for the information Glinda had just read to process. In fact, she was still in a mild state of shock when the carriage pulled up to her mansion. She tipped the man in a daze. He shook his head and whipped the horses quickly, starting their tap-dance along the cobblestone streets. By the time she sat down for supper, she had only partially registered the fact that Elphie had gotten pregnant ten years ago.
Glinda now dined alone, since Chuffney was long buried in the ground, thank goodness. That night a stew of wild boar was being served, but Glinda didn't eat it; she only stirred it around and around until it wasn't any warmer than the white wine next to the soup bowl. The clock in the hall chimed nine times, signaling the end of one hour and the beginning of another. Soon after it struck ten times, and Glinda heard a quiet voice behind her.
"Are you going to eat that, or should I take it for you?" the voice asked.
Glinda looked up. Marla, the newly-created cook's apprentice, gazed at her. "I guess I won't be eating it," Glinda replied.
"Oh, well, may I take it, then? Hilda will hit the roof if I don't have all the dishes clean by tomorrow." Glinda nodded, and Marla took the bowl with surprising grace. She drifted out of the dining room. Glinda stood and trudged up the stairs.
When she reached her room, she grabbed the letter that she had read on the train, the one that revealed Elphaba's pregnancy. There was something unsettling about one of the sentences. She quickly scanned the letter until she came to the sentence she was looking for.
Yes, I've gone through this before, but that was a long time ago.
Lurline, help me, Glinda thought, I don't think I can take anymore of Elphie's surprises. Two children! Sweet Oz!
She found the next letter, hoping that it would answer some of her questions that had begun to explode in her head.
29 January, 3039 Ozian date.
Minik ot Bellun
Dear Glinda,
This morning sickness will not let up. But now I can set my watch by it (if I had a watch). I get up and immediately puke. I also puke after breakfast, lunch and dinner. Sometimes I puke in the middle of the night, but that's been letting up just a little bit. But for Oz's sake, I thought it was supposed to be morning sickness, morning being the operative word.
Yackle, who has taken on the responsibility of being my obstetrician, said to me, "This pregnancy, dearie, seems to be much harder on you. I doubt it will be easy, but you're a strong little duckie, aren't you?"
I reminded her that it is morning sickness, not puking-anytime-the-baby-pleases sickness. She grinned maliciously and said, "Dolly, this baby is simply more demanding."
Thankfully, Fiyero didn't notice her usage of the word "more." I can't tell him. Not yet, anyway.
I'll talk to you soon, Glinda. I just can't seem to get the energy to do much lately.
As always,
Elphaba
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6 February, 3039 Ozian date.
Minik ot Bellun
Dear Glinda,
Here I go again, explaining things that cut me open just thinking about the memories. But here goes. Well, I suppose that after all those nights I slept with Yero, I was bound to get pregnant. On the night of Fiyero's arrest, sixteen years ago, I went to the mauntery, as I have told you. I was unconsious for about a year and a half. Oz help us, I slept away a year and a half of my life that I could have been doing something else, something productive! What that nasty Yackle never told me was that I was pregnant when I came into the mauntery. I delivered the child, a boy, named Liir, while in a coma. Of course, I had no idea I was the boy's mother.
When I went to the Vinkus to seek forgiveness from Sarima, Fiyero's wife, I left the maunts under the condition that I was to take this boy, Liir, with me. I hadn't even thought of the possibility of him being my child until an incident occurred one day. That demonic child, Manek, had somehow convinced Liir to hide under the fishwell cover, in the water. (I don't care how wonderful Yero is, his son was still a brat.) The poor boy nearly drowned, but when he was finally revived, he said that a fish had told him that his father was Fiyero. That's when I began to question Liir's parentage.
Now I am positive that Liir is my son. Usually I never feel remorse or regret (except on the subject of my birth), but I do feel terrible about how I treated him. I neglected my son, dismissed him as weak, stupid, unimportant. He disappeared right after I "died." But I can feel it in my heart that my son is alive. Sometimes I wonder where he is, and if he thinks of me. I wonder if he knows I'm his mother. And if he does, does he hate me for my cross and impatient temperment toward him? Does he regret that he never confronted me? Does he wish that I would have told him about his father, the man who he never got a chance to know?
As always,
Elphaba
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I hope you liked seeing Elphie's sentimental side. And if you didn't, remember that she is subject to unfamiliar moods. Now you know what to do: review!!!!!!!!