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A/N: Woot. I'm really happy with the way this chapter turned out. I don't feel like writing a long A/N. But by the way. I stole a sentence from Wolfie in the last chapter and stole a sentence from Cardboard in this one. :D Enjoy all.


Chapter 2

The blonde girl stood, clutching a black object close to her heart. She had a wicked grin across her face, and saw someone in dark clothing heading towards her.

"Hello, Miss Glinda." The person greeted. Glinda's eyes shot open and a wide smiled placed across her face.

"Hello, Miss Elphaba! I was just needing you…" Glinda could feel the lying seeping through her mouth. The girl came closer, and the gasp that was in Glinda's mouth never seemed to come out. The girl that she was talking to was…green.

"I wanted to thank you-" The green girl started, but Glinda held a hand up.

"I wanted to give you this!" She shoved the hat into the green hands. A nasty smile fell on the peach face, and the blonde felt a strike of guilt fill her heart. But it seemed as though someone else was control her movements and words, and only she was controlling her heart.

And in the next moment, she was standing, hand-in-hand with a rather handsome boy; Glinda knew not of what his name was, but found herself speaking before she realized it.

"Fiyero, can we get something to drink?" She asked sweetly, giving him the cutest eyes she could butter up.

He seemed to melt at the face, and nodded. "I'll be right back." He kissed the top of her hand, and made a swift moment into the crowd.

Glinda suddenly heard the music stop. A girl with black hair ran over to her and said, "Miss Glinda! Look! The artichoke is wearing the hat!" She burst into a fit of giggles.

Glinda looked at the top of the stairs and saw none other than the girl she saw earlier that night. Elphaba, as she was called, was wearing a jagged hat, that looked completely horrible with everything she had on.

Glinda wasn't laughing. She stood on her tiptoes and saw that the green girl was doing a strange sort of dance. The blonde, filled with guilt, walked over and joined in her dancing. Soon, the rest of the crowd joined in.

The girl blinked, and found herself in a dark room. Clutching the same hat to her heart again, only this time, tears were spilling down her cheeks. She stood up, walked over to her closet, and put the hat near the top shelf. An ear piercing scream suddenly filled the surroundings. It sounded strange, almost familiarly, and so pain filled, Glinda wasn't sure she could take it.

She crumpled to the ground, the scream growing louder and louder until-

Glinda's eyes shot open, with ice cold sweat dripping down her face. She found her comforter completely kicked off, and sun shooting through the window. Finding her breathing difficult, she sat up and closed her eyes, trying to remember what that dream was about.

A hat? A green girl? The Wicked Witch, perhaps? Glinda rolled her eyes.

"That's it," she said allowed to herself. "I'm never going to think about that Witch before I go to sleep again."

Shaking off the strange feeling, she got up and showered, letting the cool water ease her confusion and mind. Getting out and changing, one part of the dream seemed to stick out in her mind.

She had a hat. The entire time, she was carrying around some black disgusting hat. What was strange, Glinda never remembered receiving such a gift.

The blonde put on her favorite dress; it had silver sparkles, shined in any light. It was the most comfortable thing she owned, and had a tiara that went perfectly with it.

Glinda made a swift spin and her dress seemed to levitate for a moment in the air. "Now, where is that blasted tiara?" She headed towards her closet, shoving clothes to the side, opening boxes on the floor. She stood on her tiptoes, grabbing the box that was on top.

Unfortunately, wearing heals and trying to be taller didn't work in Glinda's advantage. As she took hold of the box, she felt her toes crush and in the next second she was on the ground, the box making a thump as it hit the floor.

The Good Witch groaned, sitting upward and staring at all the hats on the floor. Ironically, the tiara that she had been looking for landed on her lap, and was sitting, almost mockingly, waiting for her to put on.

"Oh, you little…" Glinda smiled to herself and put the hat-like object on her head. Noticing the others were scattered, she quickly picked them up and shoved them in a box. This time, when Glinda made her way to push the box on the shelf, she took off her heels.

But as Glinda was putting the box up, something dark and in the corner of the shelf caught her eye. Not quite sure what it was, she hesitantly grabbed it; it was a soft type of fabric. She pulled it down, and thought her heart skipped a beat.

It was the hat that was in her dreams.

Her hands lost control for a moment and it fell silently to the floor. Feeling her heart beat quicken, she decided that it be better if she ignored the fact that it was there; and the blonde headed out the door.

Earlier the day before, Glinda announced to the Ozians she wouldn't be with them the next day; she was going to spend a day in the Emerald City, and did not wish to be bothered. For once, Glinda the Good wanted to spend a little time shopping and being free for a day.

Glinda headed towards the shopping street, where they had all of her favorite types of stores. Jewelry, flowers, almost everything a girl her age would love.

Although Glinda ruled Oz, she was only twenty one. Still a young person in and out, she had urges to scurry into every store and giggle at all the little perks they had.

Swiftly moving, she walked into a cute little store with pink flowers all around the door. Hearing the little bell as she walked in, she smiled to herself. The next thing she knew, a bag in each hand and a smile across her face, she walked out of the store, almost skipping down the street.

As Glinda continued her search for clothing, accessories, and other unneeded things, a black store caught her eye. It was completely dark looking, not a friendly thing in sight. Curiously, she walked in.

Hearing a creek on the floor board, she gently put her bags on the floor. It was empty; no one but the cashier was there. The blonde touched a black jewel that as hanging on a strange looking chain; to her, it was almost begging to be bought.

She slowly picked it up, the diamond dangling freely. Oh goodness, I have to buy this!

The blonde happily walked over to the cash register, which was unoccupied. She leaned against the counter patiently, looking at all of the things that would normally horrify her.

Glinda peeked over the counter curiously, looking for someone, anyone, so she could leave the shop. She spotted a little bell, and couldn't resist but tap it. As soon as the bring! went off, grumbling and shoving came from behind a door next to the counter. The door swung open, and a clatter of two hoofs hit the floor.

Of course, now in Oz, it wasn't odd to find Animals running stores. In fact, two of the five stores the blonde witch had went into had Animal's running the cash register. Glinda lifted a smile, and pushed the necklace closer to him.

"Now, is this what you want to buy?" A rough voice asked, and Glinda looked up to see who she was talking to.

He looked strangely familiar, the way his eyes looked made Glinda believe she had met this goat somewhere else. That was something the blonde was always good at; she could remember anyone by the way their eyes looked.

"Do…" Glinda started carefully, hoping she wouldn't be to straight forward. "Do I know you?"

The goat looked up, and it seemed as though he was going to have a heart-attack. He blinked his eyes quickly a few times, then shook his head.

"No, but I know that you're Glinda the Good." He said quickly, obviously not wiling to stay on the subject.

Glinda let it go. "I'd like to buy this." She picked up the necklace, watching it admirably as it dangled from her fingers.

The Goat looked at her and nodded. "That'll be…thirty-five dollars."

The blonde nodded. She opened her purse, pulled out the correct amount, and handed him the money. He took it slowly and eyed Glinda carefully.

"Miss Glinda, if you don't mind me saying…" He started slowly. "I believe we have met before."

Glinda's eyes snapped upward at those words. "Pardon me?"

"In fact," The Goat looked around for a moment before looking and swallowing. "Miss Glinda, we have met before."

Glinda laughed awkwardly. "I thought I knew you for a moment, sir, but-"

"Dillamond's the name." He interrupted, nodding.

Glinda the Good blinked. "You're first name?"

The Goat called Dillamond shook his head. "No, but my first name doesn't matter. Miss Glinda, I have to say. Although things may seem in order now, I know history is going to repeat itself very soon."

The blonde shook her head and smiled. "The Witch is gone, my dear Ozian, no need to worry about her."

Dillamond shook his head no furiously, stomping a hoof as though to clear his own head of verbal clutter. "No, you misunderstand how recent this was," he hissed, somehow pleading with his beady, feral eyes. "Lady Glinda, are you feeling up to par? The Witch's recent death was, well, recent. Hardly a year ago. Surely you remember?"

"Sir, Dillamond, I hardly know what you speak of." She said hurriedly. "I know nothing of the Witch that you speak of. That couldn't have been a year ago, she died before my time."

"But she didn't!" He almost yelled, and the blonde stopped running through her bags.

"Miss Glinda, please, listen to me. Madame Morrible, your secretary, is an evil person. She wants Oz to be a horrible, horrible place. Believe me, she's already tried before. The Witch that you speak of, she wasn't Wicked at all."

"Nonsense!" The blonde snatched the bag out of the Animal's hands. "Now, if you excuse me, Mr. Dillamond, I must be going. Please get your facts straight, sir, I do not wish to here these horrible lies of which you speak. Good day."

Glinda attempted to spin, but Dillamond stomped a hoof on her bag. Hearing it slightly rip, the blonde stopped, and stared.

"Please, Lady Glinda, listen. She's the Wicked one in our world. I don't believe you fully understand the lies she's feeding you, the facts she's fixed so they fit her story. She's evil, you need to understand that she wants all of Oz to be lower than you two. Morrible wants everything that Elphaba worked for, gone. You can't fall into her trap."

"I don't know an Elphaba in all of Oz," she said suddenly, blinking. "You speak nothing of the truth. Obviously, you were around when her Wickedness happened, and she convinced you to go along with her plans. You must realize she's gone, and she was wrong. Now, please let my bag go, and I shall be off."

She yanked her bag away from his grasp, and he glared. "I always knew you were a blissful blonde, but if Elphaba was here, you would know right from wrong."

Glinda stared. "I do not know this Elphaba that you speak of, now, good day."

She spun on her heel, and quickly gathered her other items, and was just about to stumble out the door before she heard the raspy voice say something else.

"You should know her," he said, for some reason, a twinge of hurt was hearable. "She was your best friend."

Glinda's mind snapped as she heard the bell and fell onto the streets of the Emerald City.


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