A/N: We have come to the end of Possessed. I have this really short one last chapter to express my thanks to all those who have supported this story. I can't believe I actually made it to the end — this is my first completed multi-chapter story, so yea, adieu folks! Till we meet again.


Glinda sat in the garden, staring at it with deadpan eyes.

It stared back, with equal impassivity.

As mentioned before, the area could have been considered the very embodiment of death. Brown patches, which might once have been luscious green grass, dominated the ground in all its shrewd ugliness. All that remained of the bushes were twigs — its skeleton. It was the season of blossom, where the flowers covered the trees in pink and white and yellow and purple, where the birds chirped and the sky was blue and the sun was shining bright. Yet none was seen in this garden. It looked like winter had struck the garden, trapping it in its icy grip. This was what it was — a vegetation cemetery. Dead, like the hope in Glinda's eyes.

One difference, however, was that her eyes were red.

Glinda felt the arrival of presence beside her on the bench. She continued to stare into the empty space before her, until the presence decided to make herself known.

"Why do you cry, Lady Glinda?" asked Dorothy.

Glinda turned away and wiped her tears. "I'm not crying, I'm–I'm sweating through my eyes."

"It's quite cool up here, Miss Glinda."

"Yes, it is." Glinda hoped the girl would shut up.

Alas, it was foolish hope. "Tell me 'bout your misery, Miss Glinda. I may not be able to erase it, but perhaps I can relieve you a little. Now don't you judge me so quickly, missus, I may be a ten-year-old, but I most positively can provide the cheer to those who need it."

Glinda sighed. "There really is no other way to get rid of you, is there?"

"I most positively don't think so."

Glinda heaved yet another sigh. "Fine." She turned to look at Dorothy. "Tell me, Dorothy, what would you do if your closest friend was leaving you...for a long time?" It took most of her will not to tear while touching on this subject.

Dorothy frowned. "Well, first I'd cry, like you did. Then I'd wipe them away, say goodbye and what their friendship meant to me, and let them go, and tell myself they'd be happier if they left. So all in all, I'd be happy, Miss Glinda."

"What? Be happy about their abandonment of you?"

"No, Miss Glinda, be happy about their happiness."

Glinda cocked her head to look at the girl, raising her eyebrows. "Oh?"

Dorothy looked ahead, at the garden before them. "Happiness...it isn't when dreams come true. It isn't necessarily a fairytale happy ending. It's like...two kinds of ice-cream. The simple pleasure of giving others' joy. Aunt Em always told me that true contentment doesn't come from achieving your goals and dreams, but instead helping others find their contentment. That's true happiness — knowing that people around you are happy because of you."

As Dorothy spoke, Glinda's eyebrows had inched their way up her forehead. Now she stared, awe-inspired, at this ten-year-old girl who had been so scared, so pathetic when she first came to Oz. This Dorothy seemed a whole new person, a woman of insight and knowledge.

Dorothy caught her gawking at her, and quickly asked, "My, Miss Glinda, did I say something ghastly? Or is there something in my teeth?" she began to skim her gum with her finger.

Glinda stopped her, not without a grimace upon her face at the girl's unhygienic ways. "There's...nothing there, I assure you. I was just...touched, perhaps, by your speech on true happiness."

Dorothy smiled, her yellowish white teeth poking out from beneath the lip. "I'm glad you liked it." She stood, brushing down her dress. "I'd better be off now, Miss Glinda," she said. "I'll see ya tonight!" She turned, skipping off back to the castle entrance.

Glinda sat upon the stone bench, still in slight stupor, raising a hand and waving absentmindedly at the girl's retreating back.

"Yes, I'll see you tonight."


The day grew old quickly, and soon the shadows grew longer, the sky of blue slowly transforming into a sky of black. The Jackal Moon was upon them, the moon casting it's eerie glow upon Oz.

Dorothy was first run ahead out of the castle to the garden, followed by Elphaba and Fiyero, and Glinda brought up the rear.

Dorothy held Toto in her arms, her steps excited and hurried. Glinda's steps, on the other hand, were dragged and slow, the dread weighing down upon her. Every minute brought her closer to Elphaba and Fiyero's departure.

She glanced ahead, where Elphaba and Fiyero walked together in unison. Fiyero's arm was slung over Elphaba's shoulder, and as they walked, he planted an occasional kiss on her forehead or her cheek. A typical happy ending for a romantic couple, thought Glinda sadly.

They reached the garden, where the moonlight was brightest. Glinda sat down upon the bench once more to observe, while Elphaba began to instruct Dorothy.

"Alright, Dorothy, this procedure is quite simple. Just stand out in the open, click your heels three times, think of the place you want to go and since your destination in this case is your home, say, 'There's no place like home' three times."

"Wait," said Dorothy. "Do I click my heels, then think of the place I want to go, then say the line three times, or do I do it all at once?"

Glinda could just see Elphaba telling herself not to lose her patience. "All at once, Dorothy."

"Oh, ok. Do I do it now?"

"Whenever you're ready," replied Elphaba through gritted teeth.

"Alright," said Dorothy, smiling.

And then she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her dog close. Taking a deep breath, she clicked her heels. There was a tiny spark as the heels met. "There's no place like home," she whispered.

A second click, an even bigger spark. "There's no place like home."

And the last final click, and a bright spark burst into light. "There's no place like – Omigod!"

The sparks that had landed on the ground around her burst into a myriad of fluorescent green curtain-like structures. The auroral lights grew brighter, stretching up till they were as tall as Dorothy's chin. Then, the light consumed her, snaking around her body till she became light herself — one so bright, that the trio had to avert their eyes away till the light died down, by which time, Dorothy was gone.

"It worked!" cried Glinda.

"Well, if she didn't end up in Neverland," muttered Elphaba.

"Fae!" exclaimed Fiyero. "Don't curse her trip!"

"I'm not cursing it, I'm merely considering the worst case scenario," she said, smirking. "Now, want to celebrate over the departure this gentle riddance?"

Glinda wanted to say she was tired, that she wanted to sleep. In actuality, she didn't want to give Elphaba an excuse to shove potion down her throat through a drink, she didn't want to let them sneak off.

But she had no choice; Fiyero answered for her, "Of course!"

And that was how she found herself out on the balcony, a goblet in her hand.

"At least tell me what I'm drinking Elphie," pressed Glinda.

"I told you, Glin, it's just wine, nothing more."

Glinda sighed. She knew what really was in her cup.

"Well then, I suppose a little won't hurt," she pressed a smile upon her face, and raised the goblet. She looked up towards the night sky, where the stars were bright, an ocean of tiny floating lights.

True contentment lies in others' joy.

Was it time to let go? In the shadows of her heart, she wanted to keep them here. Yet she knew she couldn't do that — she'd be the only one with a happy ending. She couldn't bring herself to hold back the love of Fiyero and Elphaba, to be the one to ruin their chance at happiness, and so now she raised the goblet to her lips.

"You'll always be in my heart Elphie," she whispered, and downed the drink. She spun around and set the goblet down upon the balustrade, feeling the night grow dimmer by the second as the potion took effect. "Farewell, and if your fortune be not crossed, you have a lover, while I a friendship lost."

She turned back to face her friend. Elphaba had tears in her eyes. Her melancholic smile was the last thing she saw, before her world spiraled into empty blackness.

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