A/N: This story's probably coming to an end soon - wow never have i even reached the end of any of my multichaps. All thanks to every review that spurred me to write more ;] Galinda of Canada, Elphaba-WWW, and Maleficent-darkgoodwitch2416, it's nice to know I ain't alone ;D


Kiamo Ko was located in the darkest shadows of the Arjiki mountains, with it's dark looming structure and pointed spiked turrets, it almost seemed to be part of the roughed mountain outline, that Glinda nearly missed it. She felt the hairs on the back of her slim neck stand on ends as she approached the black foreboding castle in her quite out-of-place bright pink bubble.

But in there was her best friend, her bestest friend whom she'd attempted to Galindafy, who had comforted her when she was down. Her best friend who now needed her help. Glinda still had no clue how to fully extort Nessa's spirit from Elphaba's body, and she doubted she'll ever find a way. But she was still willing to try anyways.

"Hang in there, Elphie," Glinda whispered, mustering whatever little courage she had. "I'm coming."


The girl sure could cry.

It had been half an hour since she'd sent her monkeys to kidnap her and lock her in the tower, and the damn shoe-thief had done nothing but cry.

"Oh, for the sake of Kumbrica's lingerie, shut up!" the Witch yelled finally, loud enough for the girl to hear. "You have thirty more minutes! If you want to see your Auntie Em and Uncle Whats-his-name, get those blinkin' shoes off your feet!" She headed back to her room in a huff, cursing under her breath.

"Takes a dead woman's shoes," she muttered. "Must've been raised in a barn!"

Well, you aren't exactly dead.

"Yes," The Witch smiled cruelly, "I'm not, but the girl will be in half an hour."

She felt a cold shiver run through her body, as Elphaba once again tried to fight the magic binding her. Unsuccessfully, as always.

Have you lost yourself at last in your lust for those shoes? That you'd murder a ten-year-old child in cold blood to get them?

"The fate that condemns me to wallow in blood," snarled the Witch, "also denies me the joys of Father's most precious gift to me! She will give me the shoes!"

I am beginning to wonder who really is the beautifully tragic one here.

The Witch almost wanted to snap back, when she heard footsteps nearing the door. "Wait," she murmured instead, "I believe, my dear Fabala, we have a guest!"

The Witch turned to face the person in question as she entered the room, and Elphaba's spirit screamed inside her.

Glinda!

"Lady Glinda!" said The Witch in mock surprise. "This is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come! And now my wish comes true."

"Free her, Nessarose," demanded Glinda, oddly calm. Was it perhaps because she knew her friend was not this madwoman who now stood facing her with flashing grey eyes? "Have you no pity? Free her!"

"Oh Fabala," drawled the Witch. "Your friend makes a passionate plea."

Glinda narrowed her eyes. "Nessa, someone has to say it, but you are out of control."

"I AM IN COMPLETE CONTROL!" yelled the Witch, tired of her facade. "I am the Wicked Witch of the East and West combined! No one can stop me, so don't try Glinda!"

There was a heavy silence that followed her outburst, with the two witches glaring at each other with seemingly enough heat to boil a chicken.

Then Glinda descended the stairs slowly, feeling the Witch's grey eyes on her with every step. "Unlimited, together we're unlimited..."

The Witch began to cackle in amusement. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"Together we'll be the greatest team there's ever been..."

"Glinda..." The Witch gasped as the word escaped her mouth. The grin began to fade from her features as rapidly as it came.

Glinda perked up her chin. She knew that Nessa hadn't been the one who said that.

"Dreams the way we've planned 'em," she continued to sing. "If we work in tandem..."

Glinda was now close enough to notice every detail of the Witch's facial features, and with growing anticipation she watched as the Witch's pupils flicker between grey and blue, like a storm and ocean clashing in battle. Come on, Elphie...

"T-there's no f-fight we c-cannot win..." The Witch stuttered out. "No!"

"Ye - !" Glinda nearly whooped, but shut her lips before the full word slipped out. She couldn't stop now.

"Just you and I, defying gravity!" They sang, their voices joining together in perfect melody. "With you and I, defying gravit - Oh my Oz!"

Glinda yelped in fear as the Witch's body began to convulse, collapsing upon the stone floor in a heap of black and green. The color of her pupils was going crazy now, the switches keeping time to the speed of the convulsions, before her eyes eventually rolled up, till Glinda only saw the whites.

Then she was still. Her eyes closed, making her look as if she were in the midst of a peaceful slumber on that stone cold floor.

Tentatively, Glinda stepped forward. "E-Elphie?"

The green witch gave no response. Yet, Glinda noticed something in the next few seconds of eerie silence.

Elphaba wasn't breathing.


A/N: I know, my chapters are gettin' shorter... *absconds behind sofa*