1973, The Land of Oz.
"You all can't seem to get a darned thing right!" The Wizard of Oz shouted at his captain of the guard. The Wizard was cleary aging, it had been fifteen years since he first arrived in Oz; His hair was nearly gone except for on the sides, his stomach shot out as if he'd been eating for forever. Lately his mind had been getting lost too, Oz's politics were screwed after the death of Nessarose the Eminent Thropp who had governed Munchkinland; All the Wizard had done to fix it was nearly nothing but killing off the Quadlings in Quadling Country and that obviously didn't do anything but spoil the produce being grown. If the Wizard was capable of telling the truth he'd say he screwed over Oz, he had no idea how to run a country, and was leaving for his world tomorrow without any planned ceremony or anything.
"Sir, we had no id-" The captain was cut off as the Wizard got angrier.
"NO IDEA! Irji, the Arjiki prince, lives! His father's lover was planning to overthrow me!" The Wizard tried to shout but his voice cracked.
"Irji is just a priest, sir, he has done nothing." The captain said sarcastically.
"You IDIOT! That's exactly what that idiot Morrible said about that Elpha girl-"
"It was Elphaba, if I recall." The captain said blankly.
"I don't care a tik-tok, the point is Irji is a ruthless twit and needs to be captured, killed, then buried no questions asked. Got it you ungreatful monkey?"
"Ok course sir." The captain gives the Wizard an ugly face and trots out the office door.
"What an idiot, I need to get out of here." The Wizard stands clutching his back and turns to his assistant who has sat quietly in a corner of the office during the whole conversation. "And you're staring at what?" The young assistant scrambles to get out of the office as the Wizard opens a chest of clothing. "Ta-ta for now." The Wizard whispers to himself with a chuckle, he stands and drags the chest to a door on the opposite side of the office, the door leads to the Wizard's hot-air balloon. He steps inside the door with the clothing chest, looks into the office one last time and leaves for good.
