The Emerald City was beautiful at this time of year. The autum sun gave the green buildings a bit of a darker feel to them. Adding to that, fall in Oz was a time of change. A time to be out with the old, in with the new, and a time to await new challenges put to the citizens.
But to one, this time did not mean a time of waiting; it meant a time of remembrance.
A young woaman awoke from her somewhat terrible night's rest. She walked to the window of her bedroom, seeing her reflection. Blonde hair that was a mess, but still had the look of beauty, eyes ice blue and full of alertness...
Glinda The Good was her name.
"Today just had to come." She murmured. "It just had to come."
Glinda walked over to her closet and took out from inside a black hat. To one, it meant nothing, but to Glinda, it meant something.
Glinda stared at the hat for a few minutes before placing it on her head. She looked at herself in the mirror, and she remembered.
"So if you care to find me, look to the western sky."
She took off the hat, put it back in the closet, and tried to supress her mourning.
No one mourns the Wicked.
A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter. And also, school's started so I won't be able to post as I usually do. Oi.