This story consists of two drabbles that I wrote, hope you like it!
History would never remember Galinda Upland and Elphaba Thropp and the remarkable friendship they shared. Sure, there were legends told for centuries afterwards in Oz about how Glinda the Good was the real reason that the Witch of the West was melted. They, in the Ozian's minds, were mortal enemies, and represented the works of good and evil in Oz.
They did not remember, however, that good once had a best friend, and it's name was wickedness, for the wicked need friendship too, and the good sometimes are tired of being so good.
Sometimes, people forget the most important things.
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