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Ch. 2: A little princess
The celebration outside the Emerald Palace silently hushed as Oz's ruler and her small daughter approached in Glinda's bubble. Landing gently, Glinda scooped up the eager Nissa into her strong arms. Once more, for what seemed like the millionth time since that awful day, Glinda donned a mask of carefully sculpted happiness. How in the world could she be happy when the people surrounding her were celebrating the death of the only one she truly loved? Clearing her throat she began to speak, her voice carrying musically on the breeze that floated through the large square.
"Fellow Ozians. I know what it is like to have lived in terror. And I know the euphoria that comes with the weight being lifted from your shoulders. Tonight we celebrate the lifting of a terror so great we must ensure that it can never return. And although I have truly enjoyed watching Oz grow and prosper since the removal of the Wicked Witch, I must admit that I am beginning to age. And though I shall be around for a long while yet, I should like to secure the safety of Oz. So I present to you, the princess of Oz, Nissa the Beautiful. Upon my death she shall step up to ascend my throne and rule in my place."
As the approval of the crowd rang like wind chimes in her ears, she lifted Nissa to her shoulders, smiling daintily. The princess, not 3 years old, laughed sweetly, clapping her hands with joy. Nissa drank in the applause of those around her, knowing that it thundered for her. She was truly a little princess.