Note: I am terribly sorry for not updating as I should be. I have alot of stuff going on lately and I really haven't worked on this fanfic in a while. But, I am not giving up on my readers. I also suggest marking Halloween on your calendars; That is the day I am planning to put up a very important installment of The Wicked Boy. So do a countdown if you wish!
Also, in this chapter, I have made a new character; Krystal Heart. Krystal Heart belongs to me. Do not steal my characters. She isn't too important in the story...She's the one who gives Glinda the looking glass.
And now, your feature presentation.
Glinda had been walking for some time around the Emerald City. She had been looking for a looking glass to try and contact her friend's son before it was too late. She had to tell them; The Wizard had changed the past years, and he wasn't planning on stopping whatever he was doing without a fight.
Glinda's mind filled with thoughts on how her friend's son was like. Was he like the friend she had lost, or was he like the father? Had he have green skin, or was he of normal complection?
As her mind filled with these questions, she bumped into a green-cloaked figure.
"Watch what you're doing!" The figure said. "Can't you see I have something fragile in my posession?"
Glinda looked at what the figure was holding; A bright green glass orb that was about the size of a basketball.
A looking glass!
"Um, exuse me," Glinda said to the figure. "Is that a looking glass you have?"
"Probably the last one in Oz, yes." The figure answered. "Well, the last one my father ever made. He made it for me before he had to leave on a trip to the Rush Margins. Me and my mother never saw him again after that."
"I'm so sorry to hear that..." Glinda said sympathetically.
"It happened a long time ago. I'm used to it now." The figure answered.
"Listen," Glinda began, but said, "Who are you?"
"Heart." The figure answered as it took the hood off, revealing a Quadling woman. Dark red skin, bright blue eyes, firey red hair. "I am Krystal Heart. You might have heard of my father...Turtle Heart. Have you?"
"I don't think so." Glinda answered.
"He was a famous glass blower." Krystal descirbed. "The best in Quadling Country."
"Ah, I see." Glinda replied. "Now Krystal, I need your looking glass for a something really important."
"What of which you speak of?" Krystal asked.
Glinda told her the whole story.
"That no good man of a Wizard." Krystal spat after Glinda told the story. "Trying to harm a person just for a book...It's poppycock. Poppycock, I tell you. He has no right to do such a thing. Why, if I were Wizard, I'd..." She stopped at remembered the looking glass. "Well, if it is to stop the Wizard and his terrible deeds, I'll let you use it...Um, what is your name?"
"Glinda." Glinda answered. "No...Galinda."