AN-It s asong from WICKED (a broadway play about the wizard of Oz) Its called No one Mourns the wicked. If it has a around it, that means i cahnged the words.
This is a fanfic loosely based off of WICKED, a broadway play about the witches of Oz. Including singing. But its good. Here are some charchters:
Elphaba-Tara
Glinda-Cera
Zuko and Sokka-Fiyero
Wizard-Ozai
Miss Morrible-Miss Moreno
KAtara and Aang as-themselves!
Hope you like it!
Music starts
Fire-NAtion
townspeople:Good news! She's dead! Tara, witch of the west is dead.
THe wickedess witch there ever was, the enemy of all of The
fire-nation. Is dead! GOOD NEWS! GOOD NEWS!
A
Fireball comes and a fire-nation 16yr old girl steps out,. with a
long poofy pink dress
Townsperson:
(spoke)LOOK! ITS CERA!
She
starts singing high
Cera:(Spoke)
Its good to see me, isn't it? No need to respond-that was retorical.
Fellow firebenders. (sung)Let us be blessed, let us be grateful!Let
us rejoicify that goodness will subdue. THe WIcked workings of, You
know who! ISn't it nice to know! That good will conquer evil, the
truth we'll all beleivell, a by and a by! O, live on high! For
u and...
Someone:
spoke Cera! Exactly how dead is she?
Cera:
spoke Because there has been so much rumor and
speculation-innuendo, outuendo-let me set the record strait;
Accoriding to the time dragon clock, the melting occuored at the
thirteenth hour, the dirct result of a bucket of water thrown by
Princess Zula. Yes, THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD!
Townsperson:
(sung) No one mourns the Wicked!
Another
townsperson:No one cries they won't return.
Townspeople:No
one lays a lily on there grave.
Guy
Townsperson:The good man scorns, the wicked!
Girl
townspeople:THrough our lives our children learn.
Townspeople:When
we miss, when we missbehave...!
Cera:And
goodness knows, the Wicked's lives are lonley. Goodness knows, the
Wicked die alone! It just shows when ur wicked they reap only what
they sow!
Townspeople:And
goodness knows, the Wicked's lives are lonley. Goodness knows, the
Wicked die alone! It just shows when ur wicked they reap only what
they sow...NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED! NOW AT LAST SHE'S DEAD AND
GONE! Now at last, there joy throughout the land. And goodness
knows...
Cera:Knows!
Townspeopel:We
know what goodness is, goodness knows. THe wicked die alone!
Cera:SHE
DIED ALONE!
Guy
townspeople:Don't you know,
Girl
townspeople:Don't you know,
Townspeople:Who
spurn what goodness is, they are SHOWN! NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!
Cera:GOOD
NEWS!
Townspeople:NO
ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!
\
Cera:GOOD
NEWS!
Townspeople:NO
one mourns, the WICKED!
All:WICKED!
WICKED!
Cera
holds it out and above evryone. Then someone comes
Someone:TARA'S
ALIVE!
Everyone gasps
Another person:CERA! Is it true, you were her sister?
Cera:Well, it depends on what u mean by, sister. Well, we were, by blood. It all started a year ago...