The face was the face of a woman. But, the woman was not normal. She had green skin, brownish grey eyes, knotted black hair, and wore a large black hat.
Aradin and Rhian looked in a way I could not even describe. It was a mixture of shock, awe, horror, and maybe a small portion of fright.
"Who-" Aradin began, but Rhian shouted,
"Your mother's a Witch!"
"Is she, Madame Margret?" Aradin asked in terror.
She nodded and said,
"She was known as the Wicked Witch of The West. The enemy of all Ozians-"
"Ozians?" Aradin asked confusingly.
"Your mother and father lived in Oz, a beautiful land far away from here. So far, in fact, the only way to get there is by magic."
"So am I magicked?"
"I am not sure. Most likely not. Your mother had to read many pages from magic books for years before mastering her skill."
Aradin had to tell her of his dreams.
"I must say I have had many dreams relating to this. Although, I have dreamed more of a scarecrow than the person you claim as my father."
"That scarecrow is your father as well. He was spell-striken by your mother accidentally."
"And I've also dreamt of a monkey."
"The monkey was your mother's. I believe he is still alive, but I am not entirely sure."
Madame Margret noticed Aradin's left hand. His marking was somewhat glowing, especially when near the crystal ball.
"How?" Aradin asked her. "How do you know all of this?"
"I..." Madame Margret answered. "I am the sister of Madame Morrible."
"Madame Morrible?" Aradin asked.
"She was the Head of Shiz, the college your mother went to before she decided to flee to the Emerald City."
"The Emerald City...I had a dream of that place as well. But why did she drop out?"
"My sister...She thought my sister was out to get her."
It was at that point Madame Margret had to turn away from the boy.
"Aradin," She said after she turned back to him. "I would like to say that I do have some items that belonged to your mother. They might be of good use later on in the future."
She got up from her chair and took out a long black cape and a wooden broom.
"The cape is what your mother wore before she died." Madame Margret told Aradin. "I have heard that she got this from a maunt by the name of Yackle."
"Yackle?" Aradin asked confusingly. "Maunts?"
"It's way over your head, young one." She told him. "It's even way over my own head." She then remembered the broom. "The broom was also given to your mother from that Yackle. Probably thought she would make a great maid or something. But, the broom is more than you think it is, Aradin."
"How?" Aradin asked.
"You'll see over time, child." Madame Margret told him.
"Is there anything else?" He asked.
Madame Margret took out a large book.
"This..." She told him. "Is the book your mother used for magic. It took her many years to master it, and I really don't think you'll be able to understand it until you're much older." She gave the book to him, and he flipped through the pages.
"The letters...Why are they moving?" Rhian asked.
"I have no idea." Madame Margret answered.
Aradin closed the book and asked,
"Is there anything else?"
"None that I know of." Madame Margret answered.
"I thank you for this." Aradin told her. "I underestimated you."
"And you thought she was from another planet." Rhian said nonchalantly.
The two teenagers got up and left, leaving Madame Margret's room and building.
"He is just like Elphaba." Madame Margret said silently. "But he has yet to know of his mother's magic blood in him."
A/N: How did Madame Margret get Elphaba's belongings? What is in store for Aradin in the future? Why am I using cliffhangers now? Eh...The first two questions will be answered in later chapters of The Wicked Boy!