A/N: Characters, places, and quotes from Wicked are not mine! I'm just borrowing them.
Journal 4
The snow finally stopped and is actually beginning to melt. I can actually see the sun. For the past few hours there's been a rainbow in the sky on the horizon. It's quite strange because I thought that a rainbow only happened after a rain storm, not a snow storm. The other day while we were walking, Fiyero shook a tree branch at me and sprayed me with water. I looked down at my hand, waited a bit, and nothing happened. I smiled and told him that he could never melt me. Then I ran away because he had a snowball aimed for me and I was cold enough already.
The other day we came across a caravan on the road. Thankfully I was well bundled up against the snow, but my eyes could still see clearly. In the caravan was I swear to you, Glinda! She was up at the front seat along with the driver talking about Unnamed God knows what, maybe makeup tips. But the point is that she was well, she was there, I saw her again! I felt so happy that I went to go talk to her, but Fiyero pulled me back whispering that she can't know. I could not believe that when I told her that we would never meet again was a lie! I saw her again, and oh my goodness, she looked straight at me! I found myself not breathing while her eyes met mine, but then she slowly blinked and went back to talking to the driver. I found my breath again and leaned against Fiyero, and started to cry. He told me that everything would be fine and that Glinda was safer knowing that we were "dead." I nodded but I felt cold and incomplete even when we were holding each other.
Glinda didn't say anything to me, or even register that she might have recognized me. But as Fiyero tells me, our lives that we once lived in Oz are gone, because we aren't living in Oz. Hells bells we aren't "living" at all! We are mere shadows of our former selves. I was a bright, enthusiastic, Wizard-loving, green girl then. Now the shadow of my former self is a cold, green, "dead" Wicked Witch of the West. My poor Fiyero was a self absorbed Winkie Prince, now his shadow is a compassionate, loving, also "dead" scarecrow.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had obeyed the Wizard. Would I've been wonderful, as he said? Or would things have turned out exactly as they are now? I don't know the answer to these questions, and I'm glad I don't because I don't think I would want to see myself running around as a lap dog to him. Poor Dr. Dillamond, poor Nessa, and my poor Fiyero.
The Scarecrow and the Witch, hmmm, might make a good book. I think I'll go get Fiyero to give me some "inspiration" so the next journal shall be within another day or so. It depends on how long things last.
Fresh Dreams All,
Elphaba