A/N: I decided to write something about Wicked. I was talking toa friend about the book and the idea just popped into my head. It is more based on the book than the musical.This is my first story in this category.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked, any of the characters, or the setting. Well except Glinda's visitor is my own creation.

The sun shone down on Emerald City, making green shadows on the street. The shadows would dance everytime a cloud would float over the sun. It was quite enchanting for those who were in the city for the first time. Glinda the Good sat at the window of palace, looking out. She let out a long sigh. She was suppose to be paying attention to her visitor but this meeting was a bore. Being the ruler over all of Oz was tough work. She felt like resigning but she couldn't do that to her loyal subjects. She began to twirl a piece of blonde hair between her fingers. A soft voice that belonged to a woman broke through her thoughts.

"I seem to be boring you," the woman said, bluntly.

"Oh no, you weren't. I was just distracted," Glinda lied as she turned to the woman.

Glinda finally had a good look at her visitor. Red hair that seemed to the color of fire cascaded down to her waist. Shockingly bright green eyes started at her and seemed to be boring through her. There were almost as green as the buildings outside. They were somewhat enchanting to look at and kept Glinda's attention from the woman's clothing, which consisted of a rather dirty travelling dress and cloak.

"Of course you were," the woman said, rolling her eyes. "You haven't heard a word I had said, now have you?"

Glinda grimanced. She didn't like how this woman was talking to her. "I...well...um..." She never felt as tounge-tied as she was feeling right at this moment.

"I'll take that as a no that you haven't been listening. I shall take my leave now," the woman said as she started to turn. She stopped midway and looked back at Glinda. "Have you ever heard the story of Saint Aelphaba?"

Glinda pondered over it for a while. "That name sounds so familar. I don't recall the story. If I had heard it, it has been so long ago."

The woman nodded. "The story states about this woman and how she ended up going behinda waterfall and sleeping forever until she felt it was time to wake up again."

Glinda leaned forward to hear more but the woman seemed to be done with the story. It wasn't much of a story, just something she could have probably heard from anyone. "What does that have to do with anything?"

The woman smiled at her and Glinda felt herself shiver. The smile seemed sweet but at the same time so utterly evil. "You'll see. Everything will fall into place soon." She turned again to leave and was about halfway through the door when Glinda called her to stop.

"Wait, I don't know your name." She never remembered most of her subjects' names but she had a feeling that this one would stick in her head forever.

"Kit," she replied and with that she left.

Glinda didn't know if the woman was joking about her name. It didn't seem fit to be a name. She tried to push it all out of her mind but the whole thing with the story kept coming back. She let out a sigh as she stood up. She pushed down to straighten some ofthe folds in her dress. Tomorrow's festivities popped into her head. She had forgotten all about them when Kit had been talking. It was the celebration of when the Witch had been destroyed five years ago. Had it really been that long? She still could remember most of when she had went to Shiz. Elphaba... how she missed her.

"Wait a minute, that is where I heard the name!" Glinda cried out loud as she was about toleave the room."That is why it is so familar! Aelphaba and Elphaba. Those names are so similar. Did that woman mean Elphaba would be coming back? No she couldn't have... there is no way that could happen. Dorothy killed her, melted her. No way at all."

In the farthest part of her brain, she thought Elphaba might still be alive. She stopped believing that when Dorothy had came back. The girl had been so broken up about it. She said the Witch had been caught on fire and she wanted to help her put it out. Dorothy had started to cry and said all she wanted to do was go back to that Kansas place. The girl seemed so helpless, Glinda had helped her get back. She had wanted to go see Elphaba for herself but she was put in charge when the Wizard had left in a hot air balloon. She couldn't leave then and she couldn't leave now. She looked around the room once before putting her hand on the door knob. She let out a sigh and then another and closed her eyes. Why was she all of the sudden remembering this? It was torturing her. She pushed all the thoughts down with all her will power and she left the room to attend to some other business.
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A boy stood in Kiamo Ko. He looked around the place as he waited for Nanny to catch up with him. He knew she was going to die soon. She was moving so slow and Chistery was with her always. The boy, Liir, ran a hand through his black hair. The same black hair that his mother had. Well, he didn't know that much. He never actually knew his mother. Or at least he thought he hadn't. He hadn't known his father either but there was no way that he could have known him. His father was dead. The fish in the well had told him that it Fiyero was his father and Nor had been his sister. No one had believed him about that. Now, Nor wasgone and all her family. Even the Witch was gone. All he had left was Nanny and the monkey. Although the town looked out for him, he felt left out there. He heard some talk from the villagers that tomorrow was the anniversary when the Witch had died. He sighed and looked over at Nanny.

"Are you coming, Nanny?" Liir asked, impatient.

"Wait, dear. Nanny is coming."

"Well, if you want your tea it is on the table."

"Aren't you going to have some with Nanny?"

He sighed again. She always asked that and if he said no, she would bug him nonstop. "Fine." At first, he thought she had died when Dorothy had been there. She was still here, old as ever. He sat down at the table.

About five minutes later, she sat down and started to drink her tea. It had to be cold be now. "Guess what I heard!" Liir said, after a while. He really wished he had someone his own age here.

"What?" she asked, leaning in closer to hear.

"GUESS WHAT I HEARD!" he shouted.

"What did you hear?"

"TOMMOROW IS WHEN THE WITCH DIED!"

Nanny gasped. "Poor Elphaba. She won't like that."

Liir looked at her, confused. He didn't understand what she meant. He was still a bit slow and she never made much sense, not a good combination. "I'm going to my room," he said, standing.

"What!"

"I"M GOING TO MY ROOM!" He left and headed up to his room. Nanny sat there just staring at him. He sat up there and started to wonder over Nanny's words.

A/N: I don't know if Nanny actually died or not and I just had to put her in. I hope this story is okay. More will come!