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A/N: So here's chapter 3. I like how it turned out. Yes, it's 5:30 in the morning and I'm posting this, I haven't slept all night. :D But shush- don't tell Cardboard she'll get mad. Anyway, isn't this story so sad for Glinda? Yeah, it is. By the way you're going to hate Morrible. :D


Chapter 3

Glinda did not make it past the doorsill, but forcefully fell onto the frame, miscalculating distance between it and her delicate shoulder blades, and slid to the floor, heaving shakily. She managed to close the door and lean delicately against it, the back of her head barely touching the wood.

What was Dillamond speaking of? A girl that was her best friend? Glinda did not know of any girl named Elphaba, it seemed like an old fashion named anyway. However, the name did seem familiarly, as if she knew it when she was a young child. That had to be it, seeing as she didn't remember any years of her childhood.

Glinda stared at her closet, which was left open from the morning, and it seemed as though it was almost mocking her; it was wide open, the black hat she had was sitting on the floor, almost asking her to pick it up. She crawled over, as if someone else was controlling her yet again, and held the hat closely.

A déjà vu moment seemed to fill her head, and she felt faint and dizzy. The blonde, clutching the hat close to her heart, looking downward, it all seemed as though it had happened before.

She immediately dropped the hat, trying to piece everything together. It was a rather horrid looking hat; with the pointy top sticking out, it looked like something…

A witch would wear.

Glinda struggled to breathe as she stood up, blinking and trying to recover from that thought. Whenever she took the time to place an image of that Witch in her head, she always imagined something green, in all black, a broomstick, and strangely that same hat. But whenever Glinda pictured her, she never saw a Wicked smile, only a hurt look, something that clung to the blonde's heart.

She stood up, needing to get out of her room, staring one more time at the dreaded hat before stumbling out of the room.

Upon falling out of the room, Glinda ran into someone and the collision made her blank out for a moment or too; when she regained focus, she was greeted with a pudgy hand in front of her face.

"Lady Glinda, please be more careful when slamming open doors," Morrible's voice said, staring her in the eyes.

Glinda took the hand. "Yes, Mahulda, I know." Morrible cringed. Glinda knew she hated being called that, even though it was her first name. "And how many times have I told you to just call me Glinda?"

"How many times have I asked you to call me Madame?" Glinda took Morrible's hand, yanking her to her feet in a moment's time. "But you are the ruler of Oz. I can't help but call you by your proper title."

The blonde rolled her eyes, but ignored the statement. "Alright, Madame, but I do have a very serious question I'd like you to answer for me."

Morrible took a step back from Glinda and nodded. "What is it?"

"Can you tell me about The Wicked Witch of the West?" She blurted out, and saw the woman before her flinch with discomfort.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Morrible looked at her and laughed. "Why, dreary, would you ever want to hear about her?"

"Curiosity, Madame." The blonde replied simply, her face in full seriousness.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Lady Glinda," the old woman stated just as simply. "You certainly don't want to kill a poor kitten, do you?

"Mahulda, now is no time for joking." The Ruler of Oz said clearly, staring Morrible down with cold eyes.

After another moments silence, Morrible nodded, giving in. "Alright, but let us go and sit down, shall we?"

The walked down the curved stair case to Glinda's calming room; She went there after a speech to stare at the fire and try to figure out everything in her life. Although, she never got anywhere.

The blonde sat down near the fire, and Morrible sat across from her, the two in an uncomfortable silence.

"Well?" Glinda pressed, needed to know her dream wasn't possible.

"Well, she was a Wicked person through and through," she started, staring at the side of the blonde's couch. "She never had any friends as a child. She hated Animals, wanted everyone dead."

Glinda stared. "How could someone want everyone dead? That's horrible!"

"Please, let me continue, no interruptions." Morrible snapped, and the witch fell silent.

"She hated all Animals, always thought that…well, in her words, that Animals should be seen and not heard. It was horrible, she attacked all the Animals in Oz, stopped them from talking. The old ruler of Oz tried to help, but that Witch managed to get him to flee Oz. At one point, I almost had her captured, but she managed to get me locked in jail instead.

"Unfortunately, her sister, who was later killed from a house falling on her-"

"What?" Glinda said immediately, not believing she heard her right. "I didn't know she had a sister." It took the blonde a moment to full process Morrible's sentence in her head. "A house?! How could a ho-"

"Hush, or I can't finish." The secretary demanded, and the blonde finally fell silent.

"Her sister attempted to get rid of the Munchkins rights, but was killed by yes, a house. A girl, Dorothy, managed to land a house on the Wicked Witch of the East, and also managed to kill The Wicked Witch of the West. By throwing a bucket of water on her, she melted in front of her, ending all of Oz's horror.

"She always was a wicked person; I had her in my class while I was teaching at Shiz. She was Wicked, in and out. It's good that she's gone, she shouldn't have been in this world."

The blonde remained silent for a moment. "I-I almost feel sorry for her," Glinda admitted, feeling as though poison left her mouth. "But I never knew she was so Wicked as everyone said."

Morrible nodded. "However," she started slowly. "her sister was a wise child."

The blonde witch blinked. "How?"

The old woman repositioned herself, glancing at the door to make sure no one was there. "You see, Lady Glinda, she knew that Munchkins were bellow us in society."

Glinda jumped up and shook her head. "No, everyone in Oz has equal rights, everyone-"

"Lady Glinda, please." Morrible demanded again. "Think for a moment. They can't do everything you're capable of doing. You have more power than you realize, Glinda, you do. You can make Oz more…organized if you listen to the plan I thought of."

The blonde blinked. "…I'll listen, but Madame, I really don't think-"

"Glinda, you could make everyone do whatever you wanted," Morrible said clearly. "whatever you wanted. They all don't appreciate you, you're to free with these Ozians. If you want them to really appreciate you, you have to make Oz run more under your power."

Glinda stared at the fire, watching the flames tap the top of the fireplace gently. "Whatever I wanted," she repeated softly, her heart doing a strange twist. "I…I always liked Oz open, but I don't think everyone listens to the few things I ask…"

"Exactly!" Boomed Morrible, standing up. "Which is why you need to let them know who their true ruler is! Glinda, you can make these Ozians do anything you dreamed of if you stripped the rights of every type of person or Animal in Oz!"

Her last words echoed throughout the room. The blonde's heart froze when she heard Morrible's heart on the subject.

"Then they would have less freedoms and things," Glinda stated blankly, not fully understanding what the Madame planned to do. "And…I could get them to do anything I wanted…"

"Yes, Glinda, yes!" Morrible pressed fiercely. "Think, all of Oz can be completely under your control with a swift move of your words. Oz needs to be more organized, more settled; if it's left this way, people may start taking advantage and do unnecessary things…they may even try to take you away from your post." She added darkly, the fire cracking with her words.

The blonde stared at the fire, slightly dieing from lake of wood, everything Morrible said running through her head. Was it possible that she was right? Was it possible that Oz was to free, that Glinda wasn't fully fulfilling her job?

Her life had always had a blank gap. She craved for it to be filled with something, someone, anything that would finally make her feel whole. Perhaps, the words Madame were saying was true. Maybe Oz really needed to be more organized, more…

Under control.

"Madame," Glinda started darkly, the fire leaving a small impression on her face. "I'd like to take you up on that offer."

The fire burned out.


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