Hello to anyone who is bothering to read this. I know I'm not the best at writing. I'm doing my best to try and deliver my story. I have so many ideas yet to appear in this story. Also started thinking about a second story set once this one has been finished ( don't worry we have a while till then). Even if no one is reading this I am thoroughly enjoying myself. Like and review always nice to hear back.
She looked like Nessa, but with slightly darker hair.
If they had been sat together there would have been no doubt they where sisters.
The no longer green witch had changed into her navy blue smock, as her previews dress was starting to get to tight on her swelling bosom.
Each of the travellers sat on the hard wooden benches of the coach on their way towards the emerald city.
They had left most of Elphaba's things behind, in order to help hide her old identity. Hiding the grimary in a fallen tree trunk. So they only had the pink case with them.
Glinda was pale. Her stomach in knots due to the lack of gin in her body.
The magical injury on her thigh had begun to heal. To her shock, while removing the dressing, she had noticed that the skin around the cut was green.
She didn't show it to her companions, instead allowing her skirt to cover it, and hoping to herself the green didn't spread.
It hadn't done.
Not yet anyway.
Elphaba sat with her head propped up against the window. She still wasn't feeling well. But the fever had lifted.
Now she was hungry though, which was making her feel empty and weak.
Fiyero kept staring at Elphaba. It felt strange seeing his green goddess with peachy skin.
It had taken a lot of persuasion to convince Elphaba to get on the coach. She was still nervous around people, keeping her head low while they walked to the coach stop.
But the few people who they did see where more interested in 'Glinda the good.' Even if she didn't really look her best right now, blonde locks pulled back, no makeup. Secretly wishing they had time to top up a hip flask before they left.
The bumpy coach was pretty empty. By the looks of it, the emerald city wasn't the place to visit this time of year.
The brilliant sunshine which had graced them the past weeks had gone. Black clouds loomed overhead.
As they passed a field of bright red poppies the green glow of the city appeared on the horizon.
"It's good to be back,"
Glinda said a smile gracing her lips, causing Elphaba and Fiyero to copy.
Last time they were there Fiyero had confessed his love for the witch. Leaving Glinda behind while they ran off to the woods together, and evidently made the child currently snuggled up in Elphaba's womb.
The coached came to a jerky stop. Each of the passengers stepped down onto the yellow brick road.
As she stepped off Glinda had a gut feeling that something wasn't right. There was no hustle and bustle. It was eerily quiet. The large green doors were open when they were supposed to be closed and guarded.
A clap of thunder rumbled overhead.
They cautiously approached the gates Fiyero taking Elphaba's hand.
Glinda led the group through the entrance. She had only been away a month. But what was behind that large emerald door shocked them all. The streets were empty. No finely dressed citizens graced. Shop windows had been smashed. Fires where smouldering.
They opened their mouths in shock. A rumble of feet could be heard approaching their location.
Fiyero tightened his grip on Elphaba and took hold of Glinda's hand.
A group of guards approached them.
"Your goodness".
Said the tallest of the men to Glinda. He neither bowed or nodded his head.
"What's happened here?"
She asked letting go of the scarecrows hand, stepping forward and raising her head. Trying to show some authority.
"I have been ordered to take you into custody".
"What!?"
Two green dressed guards grabbed hold of Glinda.
"Why?"
Asked Elphaba. Stepping away from Fiyero towards the men.
"Take them as well!"
Elphaba felt her arms get shoved behind her back and they were all pushed violently towards the palace.
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They stood in the throne room a guard behind each of them.
The room looked the same as ever. All the walls draped in emerald curtains. The wizards mechanical head laying on its side, leaning on the elaborate green chair on the centre stage.
The doors behind them slammed open. Each of them was pushed onto there knees not able to look around.
The little pointed feet tapped on the shiny floor. Her white hair large, her face fish like. Her lips pouted.
"It's nice to have you back 'your goodness' I can't say that I've missed you though."
Her voice was shrill, tight and demoralizing. Each of there eyes widened when they looked upon the person who had ordered the arrest.
There old headmistress.
Morrible.