To be entirely honest, I haven't written anything for this story in a year. I did however just remember that I had this unfinished chapter in my documents folder, and by unfinished I only mean I meant to add more, though reading through it I realized it works just fine on its own. I may come back to this at some point in the future, but for now I thought I would give you guys this chapter. I haven't edited it at all so there may be typos.

It had all happened so quickly that Glinda could hardly catch her breath before some other guard or stranger was bumping into her or whisking her to Oz knows where. Her day started off pleasant enough; she had a morning meeting with an Ambassador from the Pertha Hills to discuss land ownership before breakfast, then she had given a morning speech from her balcony overlooking the city, a silly little thing on goodness and happiness and what-not to lift the peoples spirits. It was just as she was finishing up and heading back into her room to clean up for a routine garrison inspection that she heard the commotion, along with several shots being fired, and knew something was terribly wrong.

Glinda rushed back to the balcony, ignoring the guards that tried to hold her back, and looked out over the edge into the crowd and over the majestic city. From what she could see, there were many large groups of soldiers in black uniforms she had never seen before spread throughout the crowd, all brandishing loaded arms. To the woman's absolute horror she saw at least a dozen bodies lying flat on the ground, innocent citizens ruthlessly slain with various gun-shot wounds. Feeling the anger and power well up inside of her, the good witch screamed in absolute outrage and threw her hands in the air, the magic awakening in a burst of emotion and summoning a prodigious wind that bowled over at least half the crowd and the majority of black uniforms.

It was then that a shot was fired, missing the good witches' head by only a few inches and burying itself in the guard standing on her left side. Her breath caught in her throat and from the corner of her eye she saw more black uniforms emerging from other terraces and verandas around the palace. She didn't get a chance to see much more before one of her personal guards grabbed her arm and began steering her away, into the safety of her room while the other guards present stayed on the balcony to create a wall between her and the danger.

"What is going on here?!" Glinda demanded, the shock of watching those innocent people lying dead still in the forefront of her mind. The man ignored her question, instead yelling his commands to the guards on the balcony as the pandemonium continued below in the city.

"Captain, wha-"

The woman was cut off mid-word as a sudden blast echoed through the palace, shaking the very foundation of the building.

"There's no time, they've gotten inside," the Captain shouted over all the noise outside and now within the halls. "Your Ozness, we have to get you out of here. It isn't safe."

Without another word the Captain started to pull Glinda along behind him, his loaded rifle in the other hand and pointed ahead of them. He kicked the door of her bedroom open, revealing the general panic in the halls as servants darted around terrified and guards attempted to create a clear path for their ruler.

"You don't seem all that surprised Captain Doron," Glinda panted as she ran to keep up in her ridiculous heels, eventually just kicking them off mid-step to make the pace more manageable.

"There have been rumours for weeks of an impending attack," he explained absentmindedly as he dragged the woman around the large palace, though to where she could not tell. While they had run emergency drills countless times over, she couldn't remember this route ever being practised.

"Why wasn't I made aware of this?!" she snapped, abandoning her cheerful outer image entirely. "And where in Oz are you taking me?"

"You weren't made aware of it because it's all been idle speculation on the outside, but some of us know better. And I'm taking you somewhere safe where no one will be able to harm you."

"Why aren't we following procedure then?" she asked breathlessly as they rounded a corner into the main hall, heading off through some random side door that she herself had never been through.

"Because some of the guards are in on this attack," he grunted, his face serious and focused as he led her through a dim winding hallway. "We couldn't say anything, for your safety."

"We?" Glinda repeated, appalled at the news of betrayal within her own guards paired with everything else.

"I can't explain now, the others are waiting. Once you're safe I'll explain everything, I promise My Lady."

"Captain, stop!" she shouted, digging her heels in and refusing to let him drag her along any further through the unknown hallway of the palace. The Captain grudgingly did as he was told, staying alert with his weapon raised at all times. "I am the supreme ruler over all of Oz, and if you want me to take another step you will tell me where you are taking me!"

Glinda hated giving orders in such a manner. She was usually so kind that everyone enjoyed doing as she asked, but she was a leader, and when it was necessary, Oz be damned if she wasn't going to get her way.

The Captain sighed, glancing around briefly to ensure there was no one to overhear, and then leaned in close to whisper his reply, closer than etiquette permitted, but Glinda didn't care to correct him after the five simple words he had to say.

"I'm taking you to Elphaba."

Her name, her real name, was never spoken by anyone except for Glinda and Boq as far as she knew. Everyone called her the Wicked Witch when referring to the woman, and that was done so in hushed conversation with curses and resentment. Glinda did not hold a celebration yearly on the anniversary of her "death," she did not speak of her publicly, and she did not enjoy hearing the name said around her. To hear her Captain say her name with no venom in his voice was bewildering and she was almost sure she had heard him wrong.

"Elphaba?" she repeated. "The Elphaba Thropp? The witch?"

"Yes, that Elphaba," the Captain replied, shaking his head at his confession. "She didn't want anyone to tell you yet, but I suppose it's unavoidable now. A group of us in your guard have been working with her to ensure your protection for the past three years."

Glinda listened to him speaking in utter disbelief, squeezing her eyes shut to digest the information.

"We know the truth My Lady, and I know that you know the truth as well. Miss Elphaba has agents in places you wouldn't imagine. There are nineteen of us in the guard that have been working on a plan should an attack such as this ever be launched against you. She knew that there would be enemies among the guards and the usual procedures would be ineffective. This is why she devised an entire escape route for us to rendezvous with her and get you to safety. Now we must hurry My Lady, someone is bound to find us if we do not vacate the palace."

The Captain made to lead her away again, but Glinda pulled her arm free, eyeing him with the deepest suspicion. She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, appearing very regal in that moment as she peered at the man.

"How do I know you're not lying?" she inquired, and not without reason. "How do I know that you aren't in fact leading me to my enemy and using Elphaba's name to lure me in?"

"She said you would say that," the Captain answered hurriedly, clutching his weapon and peering into the dimness around them. "If ever you were to question whose side someone was one, we were to tell you the phrase, "pink goes good with green."

Glinda's eyes practically popped out of her head when she heard the phrase. Her jaw dropped along with her tiny arms, which dangled at her side as she stared up at him.

"That's the code phrase," he further explained. "Miss Elphaba told us that you would understand."

It had to be her. It had to be! There wasn't another being on earth that the good witch have ever uttered those words to. Of course pink doesn't go good with green!

"Elphie," she breathed, all anger and apprehension falling from her face and being replaced by joy and anticipation. "My Elphie is still alive."

The woman looked back up to the Captain, a genuine smile painted on her face at this realization regardless of the chaos surrounding them.

"Take me to her," she agreed. The Captain nodded once, signalling for her to lead the way down the hallway as he covered her from behind. As Glinda ran, her now bare feet pounding on the stone hall in front of her, she couldn't feel anything but elation and excitement.

"I get to see my Elphie again," she giggled to herself as she ran, and for a moment, all thoughts of any danger or attack couldn't have felt less important. As long as her friend, her sister, was waiting for her, she would be alright.