Sorry about the wait, writers block sucks.
As Midori was freed from her tied place at the chair she ran to mirror to inspect Yackle's handiwork. She was more then a little nervous about what she would see, she had heard the old woman mutter things like, "Oops" and "how do you feel about being bald?" and also "I have a hair growing treatment that's still in the experimental stages, but your welcome to try it.". Midori stared back at her reflection; her once long silky black hair had been chopped up past her ears. It was uneven and there were places where she swore she saw an inkling of her green scalp poking through. She turned to glare at Yackle but the old woman was already busy explaining the effects of the potion and how long until her normal skin tone would return.
"You'll have one day until the potion wears off." Yackle explained.
Midori ran a hand through her stubble of hair, "And in this time I'm supposed to break into the palace, steal the Grimmerie and not get caught?"
Yackle nodded, "So if I were you I'd take that potion closer to nightfall."
"So, I can break in to palace right?"
"Now you're catching on."
"So are there any side affects I should know about?" Midori asked hesitantly as she held the vile.
Yackle appeared to be in deep thought before replying, "Well, if breaking out in boils counts as a side affect….."
Midori stared.
"No….wait that wasn't it. You aren't pregnant are you?"
"No! Why…."
"Ok, then are you planning on having children in the future?"
"What in the name of Oz!"
"Oh, never mind. Just take it, it'll work." Yackle said carelessly.
"Never mind! Is this going to affect my love life!" Midori asked outraged.
"For the love of Oz child, you're green and covered in green diamonds. Good luck finding a man."
Midori looked offended, "It could happen." She sniffed.
After this Yackle offered her few more words of "advice" this being things like:
"Don't wear your socks in the rain."
"If it's on the floor its fair game."
Midori merely nodded and smiled uncertainly and got as far away from the wagon as possible. She would have to find some where to stay until early evening when she could take the potion. She spotted an old abandon building and snuck crawled through a window. The inside was deserted and the few pieces of furniture covered in a layer of dust. But it was what was scrawled on the wall that caught Midori's attention. In bright red letters read "ELPHABA LIVES".
She stared at the words seeming to ponder them before saying, "What crack- pot fool wrote this?"
Midori ran her green hand over the red lettering. If it was one thing she would never understand it was people. They had despised Elphaba, they had called for her death and yet now they almost praised her name. Were all people so fickle? Did they really know what they wanted in life? It was then that a thought hit her; did she know what she wanted? Or was she to being controlled by the same force that her mother had fought so hard against. Midori shivered and decided not to let her mind drift to such thoughts. Instead she took to poking around her temporary hiding place, there wasn't much to look at but it kept her occupied. Soon evening fell and Midori looked at the vile sitting on the rickety table. There were times when she would have given anything to be normal but now when she had the chance fear and uncertainty gripped her. She repressed these feelings as she had done many times before. With one last thought of "what if" Midori drank the potion. Instantly a burning sensation racked her body, she wanted to cry out but silenced herself with thoughts of staying hidden. She felt as though her skin was boiling, she fell to the floor and curled up trying to lessen her pain. But just as quickly as it had hit, Midori's skin began to cool. She willed herself to her feet and shuffled over to the dusty mirror.
With the dust cleared away Midori stared at the face of a stranger. The girl in the mirror had darker skin, much like the people of the Vinkus. The maunts had always thought that she had a possible Vinkus tribe background because of her markings. This was proof of their theory. Midori marveled at the beauty of her now darkened skin, and stared at her hands to make sure it was real. What surprised her was that her emerald diamonds still remained. She dismissed this thought and prepared for her task.
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