A/N: Ok, this is the first fanfic I have ever written so please review with kind words or helpful words. I don't mean flames. Oh this is going to be a Gelphie. Just an FYI. Also, I pretty much am ignoring Fiyero; he just doesn't make the story work. The story starts pretty much right after the March of the Witch Hunters.

I only own the plot to this story.

"Elphie…" whispered Glinda the Good, a figure head of OZ. Shaking her blonde curls, she quickly hid her disgust from the cheers and sneer of the witch hunters.

Looking down from the stone balcony where she stood she watched the hunters, led by the Tinman, march towards Kiamo Ko. Every man, woman and child was roaring for the Wicked Witch's death. Below, Madame Morrible was laughing, for she knew that Elphaba's death was near, and soon no one could stop her and the Wizard.

Looking up at Glinda, Madame Morrible sneered and yelled up, "Her time is near and there is nothing you can do about it my dear!"

Feeling nausea come over her in great waves Glinda staggered into her suite and slammed the door to the balcony shut. She knelt down before her bed and letting her emotions take hold of her.

"Elphaba…no…" Glinda broke down into heart wrenching sobs. Laying her pale face into the pink comforter that layed neatly on the canopy bed, with difficulty Glinda manged calmed herself down. Slowly, Glinda pushed her blonde curls out of her face and using her hand she cleaned her face of the tears that she had just shed for her dearest friend.

"No ones knows how I feel...Elphie..." Glinda groaned and buried her face into her hands fighting the nausea once again. Glinda knew it was her fault, she knew they were going to kill the green girl.

This is all my fault, thought Glinda to herself, I should have went with her when she offered it. I shouldn't have given into the Wizard and Madame Morrible. Now they are going to kill Elphaba, the one friend that matter to me! She isn't going to know that I...

"Nonsense! She is my friend and nothing else!" she cried out, cutting off her own thoughts.

No she isn't. You dream that is still with you. You hope everyday that she is ok. You wish that she would come to find you. Just the thought of her makes you lose your breath. You love her and you are just going to sit here, in this room, by yourself and let her die! Don't let her die alone Glinda, don't let them exterminate her! Go, save her!

Standingup quickly, Glindaclosed her jade coloured eyes. Reluctantly she took deep breaths, trying to reassure herself of the decision she had just decided upon. Snapping her eyes open, Glinda went to the balcony and artfully produced her bubble.

As she floated towards the Wicked Witch's home, Glinda whispered into the bleak hazy air, "I'm coming Elphie."

A/n: So...what did you think? I'm sorry it was so short, but it is hard to start a story off. Especially if the first chapter is a internal fight. So please leave nice reviews for me, I tried my best.