Fire
Elphaba was burning… not literally. But fire consumed her insides, the flames of hurt and anger crackled within her. She had been ready to give up, to join the Wizard.
She would have, if not for Dillamond…the poor old Goat—no, goat. He couldn't talk now.
The flames grew hotter as she thought about it more.
The Wizard had made him voiceless. And he did the same to those Monkeys… and tricked her into making them fly…
She trembled with rage, and an inferno was reflected in her eyes as she glared at the Wizard.
"No! I'm nothing like you and I never will be! And I'll fight you to the day I die!"