The Wizard paced his study. She would be arriving soon. The only green girl that Oz could claim and his only child. Madame Morrible had told him of the girl's unusual magical ability and her...unfortunate discoloration. Not that he minded; in a way it fit. He expected any child of his to stand out not only in talent but in appearance, too. If she had been plain, he would have been sorely disappointed.
Morrible had also told him of the girl's fervor for Animal rights. Ah well. It was appropriate that she have passion. He could quickly breed from her this particular passion, however, and replace it with some of his own. He was confident that she would do whatever he asked when she learned that he was her true father. Who wouldn't want Oz's leader as a father, after all? But he would not tell her of her parentage today. No, she would find out soon enough.
The Wizard was annoyed to have his musings interrupted by that idiot little sorceress, Morrible, sticking her head in his door.
"She's here, your Wonderfulness."
The Wizard's annoyance evaporated immediately. He clasped his hands together nervously. "Send her in, send her in!" he wavered and hurried into his entertaining room. He slipped easily behind the curtain and quickly manipulated the machine that left Ozians in no doubt of his power.
"Come in!" boomed the voice of the terrifying apparition that he controlled.
When he heard footsteps enter the cavernous room, he peeked slightly from behind the curtain. A girl was peering up at his apparition in apparent fear. He frowned. Who was she? Some silly little pink and blonde thing dressed to the height of fashion. Surely this wasn't his daughter...?
The blonde girl turned around, realized she was alone, hurried back to the door, and dragged in another girl.
"Don't be such a baby, Elphie!" she hissed, "This was your idea!"
The new girl merely glared at her companion. The Wizard gasped. She was as green as the room around her and even though she was obviously scared, she held herself tall and commandingly.
"What do you want?" boomed the apparition.
"Are you the Wizard?" the green girl asked strongly.
"In a manner of speaking."
"We would like to talk to the Wizard. The Wizard," the green girl commanded.
The Wizard smiled to himself. Her courage was admirable. He stepped from behind the curtain.