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I know this isn't very long. But this is how I wanted the story to be set up. I'm currently working on the next chapter and hope to post soon. Enjoy.
Glinda stepped out into the day and walked up to the podium that was erected for her. The Ozians were in a frenzy screaming and cursing for answers that the Gale Force could not answer. When the massive crowd glimpsed the woman in pink they quieted then silenced. Their eyes grew with wonder at the Good Witch of the North. The citizens who had never seen her before had mouths agape in amazement at her beauty and somehow her despair seemed only to add to it.
The Good Witch stared out at the crowd swallowing in preparation for her disquisition. She tilted her head downward looking at the ground. You can do this Glinda, she thought. Be strong, for Elphaba's sake. For your sake.
When she looked up at the mob again her eyes were crystal clear with determination and strength causing a unanimous gasp to sweep through the mass.
"Fellow Ozians. Our days of terror and tyranny are over. The Wicked Witch of the West is dead," there was thunderous applause as Glinda finished her statement.
"We have been through much these past years, my fellow citizens. But let us remember that light and good can triumph over evil that we stood together and stood strong," Glinda paused taking a breath. "And we must stand together now. Our Wizard… Our wonderful Wizard has stepped down from his position and left Oz. His obligations and duties have rendered him weak and unable to continue his responsibilities as the Wizard."
The citizens eyes widened in shock and awe as another gasp washed through them. Glinda could see some with tears shining in their eyes some with grins and some with anger. She quieted them.
"Yes he is gone, but we are still here," Glinda spoke looking out into the crowd. "I am asking you now to trust in me and trust in each other. If we cannot have faith in one another then there is no hope for a future Oz. We will be thrust back into the dark ages. Something worse then a wicked witch."
The congregation was listening attentively leaning to hear the sweet voice of the Good Witch. Suddenly they felt a flame of hope burn deep within their hearts that life may become good again.
"I'm aware that I ask for your trust without understanding. But I pray, for goodness' sake, that you will trust me. We have mended old wounds and now it is time to move forward. I believe together that we can create a new Oz. A great and just Oz that will be seen as a grand leader of hope for the future."
As Glinda's last word echoed into nothing the mob burst into cheers of joy. They whistled and howled kicking their legs in the air. Many of the Ozians wiped tears from their eyes as they applauded Glinda. A rose was thrown onto the stage at Glinda's feet and was followed by another and another and another.
Glinda smiled the smile of a leader. It made the Ozians feel safe and comfortable. It gave them hope and strength to see what new light lay beyond this long nightmare. She waved back picking up a rose and smelling its perfume. She nodded and gave the Ozians a slight curtsy, which they in turn bowed to her.
Finally Glinda turned from the citizens stepping off the podium and walked into the palace. Once the cheers began to fade from her ears she began to cry. Suddenly she was aware of how alone she was.