A/n: Well, I would like to thank all that reviewed my humble story thus far. It means alot to mean that you took the time to tell me what you thought. So I am dedicating this chapter to: Greenhell, ladybethaliz, myfairlady, KillerRack, alias101, and who ever else reviews Chapter One! I know, you guys must feel so special. So without anymore ramblings from moi, here is Chapter Two!

"I'm limited," breathed the Wicked Witch of the West, or as few knew her as, Elphaba.

The murkiness of the night surround Kiamo Ko in a heavy curtain. The only light came from the trees that were being burned about a mile away by the witch hunters. The green woman assumed the burning of the trees was meant to frighten her into submission, but sadly Elphaba had already given up. She had become emotionally spent after Nessa's murder, and not to mention the pain that Glinda's and her fight.

Sighing, Elphaba returned her thoughts to the young girl that she was holding captive only a room away. Her name was Dorothy, and she wouldn't stop crying. Elphaba had wanted to smack her when she had calmly asked her for her sister's ruby slippers. For they were the last memory of her she had. But no! Glinda had made this brat promise not to take off the slippers, and this Dorothy girl seemed to worship Glinda. When Elphaba accused the girl of coming to murder her the young girl broke down and started blubbering for her Aunt none stop.

That had been an hour ago, and Elphaba could still hear the quiet crying through the thick wooden door. Never in her life had she heard someone weep for so long.

That isn't true, whispered her mind, Glinda cried longer after she found out her Aunt died.

Glinda. Her mind always went back to her dear friend from Shiz, her only friend. Everyday Elphaba would think of her petite friend, the one with the flaxen curls. She would wonder if she was still carefree, or if she thought about her. Sometimes Elphaba would even write letters to Glinda, knowing all to well she could never send them to her ex-roommate. Glinda had always been the lucky one. The one with the friends, the family Elphaba wished for, the graceful looks, and the power to change Oz.

"She isn't limited," Elphaba said to no one, "Like me. She could save the animals, she could expose the Wizard. She has unlimited possibilities."

Elphaba sadly looked back out the window, the red glow seemed to have grown larger and brighter. The fire seemed to enrich the night sky, the dark purples and blues against the reds and oranges contrasted so well that it was almost... pretty.

Just like pink and green, she recalledThe thought alone made her laugh silently as she remembered about the time when Glinda made her "popular."

"You tried, Glinda, you tried," Elphaba murmured against her skinny green hand, which she was using to prop her had up on the windowsill.

Turning away from the glowing night sky, Elphaba looked at Chistery, the flying monkey she had created all those years ago. Kneeling down, she silently rubbed his head while thinking of how long she had before the hunters were attacking the castle.

"Chistery, tell the others to let them come in easily, but not to easy. Give them a little challenge."

As Chistery flew to tell the other monkeys, Elphaba soundlessly walked over the window once more and calmly said into the darkness, "You win. I give up."

Dropping her head in disgust of herself, and her weakness, Elphaba felt tears come to her dark eyes. Quickly, she wiped them away before they rolled down her sage cheeks. She wouldn't let the Ozians see her so weak, she had to put on a brave face and die as the Witch, not some small, emotional girl.

"I'm going to die alone," she concluded to herself, as she felt her heart constrict in self pity.

Suddenly, Elphaba was alerted to a nosie coming from behind her, where the stairs to the roof were located. Whirling around and standing to her full, astonishing height, Elphaba gasped in surprise when green eyes became tangled with her own brown ones. There standing in front of her was the woman that plagued her thoughts, the woman that knew her secrets, the woman that Elphaba believe she would never see again. But there she was in her castle staring right back at her.

Neither said anything for a moment, neither moved. Both just stood there motionless. All the words and questions were being exchanged and answered by looks. Both of there eyes swam with emotion. Timidly, both took restricted, tentative steps towards each other, as though they were afraid the other would disappear into the musky night sky. They took another step, and then another. Soon the were less than a foot apart.

"Glinda..." breathed Elphaba. For she still couldn't believe that she was here right now. Elphaba allowed her eyes to take in Glinda's breathtaking beauty. Her blonde hair was in tight curls, though they seemed a little wind swept. Probably from her flying here by bubble, she thought to herself. Her beautiful figure was graced by a blue dress that made her complexion sparkle.Opening and closing her mouth silently Elphaba finally found her voice again and gently she whispered again, "Glinda..."

"Elphie..." murmured Glinda, as she put a small, sad smile on her face.

Suddenly both women threw themselves into their friends waiting embrace. Both remained silent, not wanting to break the heart warming moment they were sharing. Looking down at the smaller woman, whose firm grip around her naval was causing her to become faint, Elphaba allowed a smile to show on her normally emotionless face.

Elphaba was the first to break the silence. Pulling away slightly, so she could look at her friends face she nervously asked, "What are you doing here Glin?" A worried expression was plastered upon her green face, secretly hoping for an answer she knew she would never get.

Glinda, whose arms were still wrapped tightly around the green woman's waist, looked up at Elphaba and softly started her explanation, "Well, you see..."

A/n: I know, I know. What a spot to end! But honestly I am almost done with Chapter 3. So leave a review, tell me what you thought. Depending on the reviews I might updatesoon since my next chapter is partially written already.

Oh yeah and guess what guys! In band we are playing "Hightlights from Wicked', and the concert's on Monday. And guess which Sax has a solo during "I'm Not That Girl"? That would be ME! Oh What now?