A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I was in the hospital having my gallbladder removed. I hope that this was worth the wait.

Glinda stood perfectly still, willing that the sight before her be true. It had been years since her beloved friend's death.

"El…Elph…Elphie?" she stammered as she inched closer to Isabelle. "Is it really you, Elphaba?"

"No Miss Glinda, my name is not Elphaba. I'm her daughter, Isabelle," Isabelle explained.

"Daughter?" Glinda asked. "Elphie never had a daughter that I knew of. She would not keep a secret like that from me. I was her best friend!"

"I didn't even know until I found a letter from her when my adoptive mother died a few weeks ago. Maybe I was intended to be a secret," Isabelle said.

"You look so much like her," Glinda sighed as a tear slipped from her eye and slid down her cheek. "Where have you been for all these years then?"

"I lived in a land called Kansas," Isabelle replied.

"Kansas, wasn't that were that little girl was from?" Glinda asked turning to her husband, who obviously was not paying attention. "Boq dearest, pay attention. I asked you a question."

"Sorry," he quickly said, "ever since you changed me back from the Tinman, my hearing has not been the same. What were you asking darling?"

"Wasn't Kansas the place where that little girl was from? The girl who had Nessa's shoes all those years ago," Glinda said.

"I believe so," he replied.

"You mean these shoes?" Isabelle asked as she lifted her dress to reveal the ruby slippers beneath on her feet.

Glinda gasped once again at the sight of the shoes. They were indeed "The" shoes, the ones that belonged to Elphaba's sister, Nessarose.

"How…how did you come across those?" Glinda asked inquisitively.

"My neighbor Dorothy gave them to me as a gift. She said she came here to Oz and met my mother. In light of things, she thought that I should have them since they did belong in my family. These shoes are how I got here to Oz," Isabelle explained.

"Dorothy! That was the little girl who came here. Now I remember her so well and her little dog," Glinda exclaimed.

"Glinda," Isabelle said, changing the subject, "you knew my mother better than anyone, or so I'm lead to believe. I know very little to nothing about my mother."

"I promise I will do my best to tell you everything about your mother. However, I do not believe that you are ready to hear such a tale. You need to rest for a while. I insist that you make my home as much yours. Raiden will show you to your room," Glinda said sweetly as she motioned to her son to show Isabelle her room.

"Thank you Glinda," Isabelle replied politely.

Isabelle turned around and began walking with Raiden down a hallway. Most of the way was walked in awkward silence, but after a while Isabelle decided to be bold and break the silence.

"Your mother is so nice," she said.

"They don't call her Glinda the Good for nothing," he replied, chuckling.

"I cannot believe that she knew my mother. Now I might actually get to know who she really was," she exclaimed excitedly.

"When I was a boy, my mother would talk to me about a friend that she had at school. Mother would always say that she was 'unusual,' but were friends nonetheless. She would always describe your mother as 'smart,' 'fiery,' and said that she was the best friend she ever had. Only once did she ever tell me that she was green," Raiden explained.

"Is that why you were not so frightened of my appearance on the Yellow Brick Road?" Isabelle asked.

"Partially, my mother always raised me never to judge someone for his or her appearance," he replied.

"And the other reason?" she asked.

"Well, I thought that you were very beautiful. The green skin is just an added bonus," he said, flashing a smile.

"Really? I never thought that I was that attractive," she said puzzled.

"No, never put yourself down like that," he demanded.

"Okay, if you insist," she replied.

"I do insist," he said, stopping abruptly in front of a door. "Well, this is your room. If you need anything at all, just let one of the servants know. If you need me or anyone else, send one of the servants to find us."

"Thank you for your kindness," Isabelle said as she opened the door to her room and walked in. "Good night Raiden."

"Good night Isabelle," he replied as she shut the door slowly, focusing on his gentle blue eyes. Raiden turned around and walked down the hallway until he reached his own room. He walked inside and began undressing. Once his uniform was taken off and disguarded, he flopped onto his bed and fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of a green girl.

Isabelle walked around her own room, gazing at everything and soaking all her new surroundings in. The bed was twice as big as her twin one at home. All the sheets were satin-like in feel. There was a pattern of stars and moons that danced across the silvery texture of the sheets. Across from the bed was a wardrobe. Isabelle walked over to it and opened it slowly. Inside were an array of gowns and dresses. Each was intricately designed for her it seemed because they were all dark colors and were just her size. It was as if the room magically catered to her needs. She twirled around in the middle of the floor amidst the splendor.

As she stopped spinning, she noticed a small table in the corner of the room. Curiosity won her over and she walked over to investigate the contents of the table. There were bottles lined along the back of the table and a basin at the front. Isabelle picked up one of the bottles and read the label. Ozian Body Oil was the lettering on the front. Quickly, she picked up another and read Ozian Hair Care Oil. In fact, all the bottles contained some sort of oil or another.

Glinda even knew about my allergy to water. This whole room is magically done for me. I cannot believe all this is really happening.

Isabelle's mind reeled. All of this had happened so fast for her to truly take it all in. She really was in Oz, her real mother truly existed, and now someone could explain everything to her. It was a dream becoming reality for her. Then her thoughts drifted to Raiden, the kind man who had saved her and brought her here. Isabelle knew he was sweet and charming.

Could he ever like a girl like me? I know that I could like him. He could be that boy. No, it would never work. He deserves a princess, not a frog like me. I am most definitely not that girl.

Isabelle changed into a sleeping gown and pulled back her sheets. She crept into the silvery sheets and slowly drifted to sleep with the stars and moons wrapped around her. All the while, she dreamed of a gentle blue eyed boy.