I got inspired to update this...because in Wicked there's a chapter (I think I may have invented it in my head, I'll check the book later). But it's also inspired by that story of that elephant...the one that paints itself? Oh never mind...

But yeah...enjoy.

A modern day Wicked Witch of the West...

Her eyes flickered upwards, then back down. Vibrant purple eyes were always kept downcast in the palace. Her small shoes made a clicking sound on the staircase, she noted the servants gliding past her gracefully, and slowly her heart blackened a little more.

Komand'r was around seven years old, still naive to the full hatred of her people, still oblivious to the scandals of her birth. Yet her heart was forever heavy with rejection. Her little sister Koriand'r was in the main chambers with their Father, she was his favourite. Of course she was. Precious little Koriand'r, heir to the thrown, loved by the people of Tameran.

And who was Komand'r? Oh...the other one...

She pushed open the door, granted it was twice her size but she still had her Tamaranian strength. Komand'r was an excellent fighter, she was smart. She worked hard in all she did so she could live up to her sisters easy praises. She could beat her sister in a scrap easily, almost at her leisure. Yet Koriand'r got swept up, cleaned and praised for trying her hardest. And even though Komand'r was small, young, innocent, defected. It made her sick.

Her large eyes took in a huge table and she brushed her long dark unnatural locks out of her face as she ran across the empty kitchen. The servants were on their breaks, none of them had tided up after the royals had taken their lunches in the main hall. Komand'r looked up at the large table, frowning, her small dark eyebrows furrowed, she ran to one of the chairs beside it and climbed up onto her, her voice echoing with effort as she did so. But there would be no praise for her. She stood on the chair and reached up to the table, she heaved herself on top of it, her small chest heaving. She stood up, dusting herself off, tidying her garments. Her Mother would frown if she was untidy...

She walked across the huge table, looking for something of particular interest of her. Then she spotted it, in a large gold painted pot, she ran across the table, getting on her knees in front of the pot, she carefully lifted the lid and placed it beside her. And she spotted her prize. Inside was a large quantity of red gooey powder. She smiled, her eyes lighting up as she went over her plan. Her drove her hands into the gooey substance, she clutched at a load, getting her hands deeply into the redness. She lifted her hands, studying the color and texture.

"It'll do." She said, a little proud of herself. Before she dumped the handfuls of goo onto her own head! She began spreading it on her hair, covering the black in a smelly red. Her hands drove into the goo once more and she smoothed the goo over her own hair, pulling her long black hair over her shoulder and covered it in red, finally she spread a little on her eyebrows. Ignoring the questionable scent she picked up a large silver ladle, and looked at her reflection in the mirror like object. And instead of her deformed black hair there was red. Save for her purple eyes, she looked...Tamaranian. She got to her feet, placing the lid back onto the pot. She climbed down from the table, keeping her hair out of danger.

Suddenly the large kitchen door was swung open and two chefs walked in, straight into the sight of Komand'r a slither of goop sliding its way down her forehead. They took in her appearance with what seemed like confusion and astonishment. They looked at each other, and one of them took a step forward, he nodded to the other and he left.

"What are you doing Princess? You are not supposed to be here." His voice was low and it rumbled, but it comforted Komand'r who was looking down, a scared and slightly shy expression on her face.

"I..." She looked up, "Don't you notice it?"

"Oh I notice it Princess Komand'r, but why the Glorfoc?" He asked, wiping the slither of goop from her forehead.

"I look normal now yes? No more black hair?" She asked a small gleam of hope in her large black eyes.

"Why would you want to get rid of you black hair? It is who you are Princess."

"I don't want to be def-de-defected anymore...I don't want to be ugly" She stumbled over the large word, her eyes downcast once more. The chef's face took on a look that was a mystery to Komand'r. He went down onto one knee in front of her and placed his large hand onto her shoulder.

"You are not defected Your Highness." He said, taking his time with his words.

"Do not lie." Komand'r muttered, her small fists clenching.

"It is not lying...it is seeing things from another perceptive." She brought her large dark eyes to meet his, things becoming a little brighter to her, and suddenly she realized the stupidity of what she'd done, it was only confirmed as a stream of goop had gather onto the end of her nose and splattered to the floor. She allowed herself a tiny smile at the chef.

"Komand'r!"

After that I'd been lectured about playing around in the kitchens, and sent to my room without supper. It wasn't like I'd cared, but those chef's words stayed with me for a long time...it was strange, he was probably the reason it took me so long to realize how stupid everything on Tameran was!

Oh great, now I'm frowning! Idiotic servant…chef…helper…equal…friend…

Are People born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?

What can I say…me got inspired to continue this one! It's such an interesting concept.

And the line 'it's seeing things from a different perspective' is from the Musical Show. Yes. I am THAT obsessed.

Long live Wicked!

Seriously? I'd die a happy girl if I could play Elphaba on stage once in my life…le sigh…I sing it enough at home...(many complaints from neighbors for loudness teheh!)

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