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Chapter 4 – Years later
Life wasn't a fairytale as far as Elphaba was concerned.
Yes, life for the Ozian's would have a fairytale-ending with the witch being dead. The good girl would win. There was no other way. All the fairytales she had listened to as a little girl always ended with the witch having to die and she was the Witch, the Wicked Witch of the West. She had to die.
And there wasn't even anything left for her to live for. No one would mourn her. No one would mourn the Witch.
Nessa was dead, crushed by a flying house. Fiyero engaged to Glinda, about to get married. Her daughter was taken away from her, probably dead, too.
Her daughter, Tanith Melena, was named after the Goddess of moon and stars, as well as her grandmother, Elphaba's beloved mother who had died giving birth to Nessarose. She was the child who was conceived years ago during the last night she had spent together with Fiyero. Tanith was his daughter, too.
The Gale Force had taken Tanith away from her. A while ago there had been a raid in the forest, where she was hidden. Just once Elphaba hadn't been careful. Just once had been enough to take her child away from her, forever.
Elphaba had set little Tanith by the lake, playing at the water's edge. She couldn't and hadn't anticipated the danger lurking nearby when she had walked back to the cabin to get something she had forgotten. She had done it many times before. It had been a ten-minutes-walk. She had been gone for nearly half an hour, maybe less. No one had entered the forest in the last couple of months. It had been a year since she had even seen an Animal.
Elphaba didn't know why she hadn't taken Tanith back with her that day. If she had, her child would still be with her and still be alive.
Sometimes she had indulged in the luxury to be only a mother. During those moments she could forget about the danger, the people hunting her. Tanith had been such a happy child, dark curls, blue eyes. She was the spitting image of her mother except for the skin and the eyes. Tanith wasn't green, thank Oz.
But no, remembering her child would only hurt more. It was already very painful. Her child, her Tanith had been captured and hurt because of who she was, because she was the child of the Wicked. She was the daughter of the enemy of Oz.
Elphaba would never get her fairytale-ending.
But someone got her happily-ever-after. Back in the Emerald City Glinda, formerly known as Galinda, was truly happy. She was to get married to Fiyero.
Madame Morrible had announced that Glinda the Good and the Captain of the Gale-Force were engaged.
Glinda had always known that she would end up getting married to Fiyero. Back in Shiz, after their first dance at the Ozdust, she had told Elphaba about her future plans. She had told Elphaba about getting married and becoming Queen of the Vinkus.
Elphaba: her friend. They had been best friends until the day when Elphaba had defied the Wizard. They hadn't seen each other since. But she, Glinda, still had Fiyero. Elphaba, no one ever called her that anymore, she was only known as the Wicked Witch of the west, was truly alone.