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Epilogue

Part 1 (Yantar) – Two days later

The last two days had been happy days throughout Oz.

There was a celebration in Oz, everyone was celebrating the death of the Wicked Witch.

The Wicked Witch of the West had been melted by the saviour. Dorothy Gale had succeded in killing her. Everyone was happy about the fact that they wouldn't have to fear what Madame Morrible had called a distortion, a repulsion. Someone whose green skin was an outward manifestation of her twisted nature.

However, there is always an exception to every rule. An elderly woman sat in her little house, not happy about the happenings in Oz. She cried for the woman who had died. She mourned her friend.

Yantar had gotten to know the woman. She knew who the Wicked Witch had been. Elphaba Thropp, a young woman and mother of a beautiful baby-girl. She hadn't been wicked, just misunderstood. She had been an unsure, shy human being looking for a place where she belonged. She had been a woman who had suffered a great loss in life and had been truly alone. Everyone else had only seen the Wicked Witch but Yantar had seen behind the mask Elphaba had slipped on and she had cared, and still did care for Elphaba and Arwen.

And right now, Yantar was very worried about Arwen. What had happened to Elphaba's child?

Since she hadn't read anything about a baby in the newspaper, Yantar was sure that Elphaba had found a way to save her child somehow. She hoped that Arwen was safe. Yantar was unsure if the Witch-hunter's would have hurt or even killed the baby. They had been intending to kill the Wicked One and Arwen was the child of the Wicked. She imagined that the child would be killed too, if she had been found. Gruesome people had been ruling Oz. Yes, they would have killed the child too.

She got up from her table and walked out of her house.

Gazing upwards at the clear western sky she remembered the times she had spent with the Wicked Witch.

Yantar thought that maybe Elphaba should have stayed here, in hiding, then she would still be alive. Yantar had begged her to stay and hide herself. She would have helped her. Elphaba had known that she would die sooner or later. She had told Yantar that they, meaning the wonderful Wizard, Madame Morrible and everyone else in Oz, wanted her dead. Elphaba had told her that she had sworn she would fight the Wizard until one of them was dead. It was more of a promise. She would fight for good and for the rights of the Animals until either the Wizard of herself were dead.

Elphaba knew that it would be her. She knew she would die and the Wizard would still live and rule.

It was true; the part about her death. But the Wizard wasn't ruling Oz anymore. Glinda the Good had taken over.

Yantar remembered one day when she had listened by accident to Elphaba telling Arwen that she would give her life to keep her alive. Any mother would die saving her own flesh and blood. Yantar would have done the same if she had a child.

Flashback

Yantar had walked all the way to the cabin. It would soon start to rain, maybe even a thunderstorm would come up, but she wanted to make sure that Elphaba and her child were alright for the night.

As she stood in front of the door she heard Elphaba voice from the inside. She was talking to her daughter. "Little one, do you know that you are my little wonder? The living proof that someone had loved me. Your father did love me and he would have loved you. Fiyero was a good man, maybe the best. He gave his life to save me and I will give mine to keep you safe."

End of Flashback

"I hope you are finally happy and at peace where you are," Yantar said before letting fresh tears fall from her eyes, crying for Elphaba Thropp. Little did she know that she wasn't the only one mourning Elphaba.