A/N: Okay, here's chapter 2. Heh, I'm such a softie, posting another chapter after only one review... Next chapter will take at least five reviews, and two ideas!

Disclaimer: Je faire ne pas posséder malfaisant.

Major brownie points go to whoever can guess what language that is!

--------------------No One Mourns The Wicked, Or Do They?--------------------

'I guess they're not so thick after all.'

Glinda was forced to just smile and wave as the Ozians celebrated her beloved friend. Sure, she had so many friends, but only one mattered.

'And they killed her,' Glinda thought. 'All she ever did was do what she thought was right. No, what she knew was right. Is that really so wicked? Is that really so bad that they had to murder her for it?' she continued. 'And what have I done?'

----------FLASHBACK----------

"I hope you're happy. "I hope you're happy now. "I hope you're happy how you've hurt you're cause forever.

"I hope you think you're clever!"

Glinda had sung.

"I hope you're happy.

"I hope you're happy, too.

"I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission,

"to feed your own ambition…"

Elphaba retorted.

----------END FLASHBACK----------

'Oh, right.' Glinda thought bitterly. 'Elphie was right. I only accepted the Wizard's proposition because I would get attention. I know now that I should've gone with Elphie. Or, we shouldn't have gone to the Emerald City in the first place. I would give all that I have to go back to my carefree school days. Anything. Or at least to have Elphie back by my side. But, what would've happened if we didn't go to the city? Would the Wizard still be in power? Would there be any Animals left? And what about Doctor Dillamond, what would've happened to him? What did the Wizard do to the silent Animals? Were they treated like animals? Did they become a part of a feast? I swear, I will lift the Animal bans, and the bans that Nessarose put on the Munchkins. I swear it by Elphie's grave. Oh, fine, by her memory stone.'

"Glinda! Glinda! What are you going to do now?" the Ozians asked.

"Well, I'll try to help the Munchkins, and the Animals. But, most of all, I'll try to be… Glinda the Good." Glinda's statement was met with loud cheers from the crowd. "Now, if you don't mind, it's getting late and I'm going to turn in for the night." She turned and walked back into the palace, and to her room. She wasn't the least bit tired, but she wanted to get away from the festivities.

'Oh, I hope it's not going to be like this every year,' Glinda thought desperately. But, alas, hoping never got you anywhere.

The celebration lasted throughout the week, and it ended just when Glinda couldn't take it anymore. Days pasted. Each day Glinda fought herself to get out of bed. She didn't see a point anymore. She kept mostly to her palace in the days to come. She knew it was late to, but she was mourning Elphaba.

Finally, two weeks later, she started to make public appearances. The Ozians couldn't tell anything was wrong. The bans on the Animals and Munchkins were lifted, and Oz was happy.

'I can't go on like this,' Glinda thought one morning. 'I know she's alive, somewhere. Elphie could never leave Oz, her life is here. Fiyero died here. I know she wouldn't leave Fiyero.'

The rest of Glinda's day went as usual. An attendant brought her breakfast, eggs and bacon, and a slice of toast, and she went to the throne room (the Giant Head removed) to listen to the problems of Oz. After she'd heard everyone there that day, she ate her lunch and went to her office and tried to sort out the mixed up laws that the Wizard had put in. Finally, she went to dinner and retired to her room for the night.

'Oh, Elphie,' Glinda thought for the thousandth time, 'if only you were here, then my life would be perfect.'

She was walking down a hallway in the palace. The Wizard loomed in front of her.

"You!" She screeched. "What are you doing here, I made you leave!"

The Wizard just cackled like…like…

"Elphie!" Glinda screamed. "Elphie, where are you? I need you, Elphie!"

Elphaba appeared in front of her. "Elphie! There you are! Wait, no, you're dead, you're dead, I saw it happen, you can't be here!"

That stupid farm girl, Dorothy, or whatever her name was, jumped out from behind Elphaba and threw water on her. Elphaba screamed in agony and melted.

"Elphie! No!" Glinda cried.

Glinda woke with a start. She rubbed her eyes, to find that she'd been crying in her sleep.

'Why do I have to see her die again and again?' Glinda thought. She went to her wardrobe and picked out her favorite blue dress. 'The one that I was wearing the last time I saw Elphie.' Glinda stifled her tears and got dressed.

She went over to her window and peered out. Much to her dismay, she saw two excited-looking girls running around the city. 'Is that how me and Elphie looked?' she wondered, remembering their day in the city. 'One short day, in the Emerald City, one short day full of so much to do…' she remembered. 'How much I wish we could go back to that day, the day that so much went wrong. How can so much go so wrong, when they were supposed to go so right? Elphie was supposed to be with the Wizard. He was supposed to make her his magic assistant. All he had was Horrible Morrible, and all she could do was mess with… the… weather… Sweet Oz! Nessarose! "Madame Morrible, something's been bothering me about Nessarose and that cyclone," I'd told her. And what did she say, "Now you listen here, and you listen good. Just smile and look pretty and shut up!…" or something like that. Wait just a clock-tick, she didn't deny not using the house to squash her. But, does that mean that she did? If she did use the cyclone to kill Nessa, that means that she deserves a longer sentence than I gave her. Then again, the Munchkins can't know that she meant to kill Nessa, they'd just want her out of jail, regardless of her other crimes. No, nobody can know. Morrible will have to stay there.'

Okay, I'm stopping kind of in the middle of things, but I want to put Elphaba's POV on this.