Elphaba was in her mothers office for what had seemed like years. Frex had prevented his children from ever entering his dead wife's office, but Elphaba being born with cat like movements, was able to easy slide in and out of her mothers old office without ever being noticed.

Having entered the office,Elphaba breathed in the deep scent of lavender. She supposed that was what her mother had smelled like, but not remembering as she was too little when Melena was alive. The office was overcome with the scent and made Elphaba feel as if her mother never really left. Her hands brushed the spruce desk that sat by the door, letting the gathered dust settle on her emerald finger. Raising her finger to her lips, she released a puff of air and watched as the particles caught the sunlight in a beautiful, almost mystifying way.

Pulling a chair soundlessly out from under the desk, Elphaba sat down and slowly opened the wide drawer set in the front of the desk. The drawer revealed mostly papers to the curious young woman. The papers were in unorganized piles, some even crumbled and torn. It hurt Elphaba a little bit to see paper, one of the things she knew she never could have enough of, get destroyed.

Pulling out a wadded up ball of paper, Elphaba carefully opened the wrinkled paper, her eyes raking the words that covered the page. This document was a letter, and from what Elphaba could tell, was written by a lover. Curious, she spread the letter on the desk, smoothing it down more. After scanning the first couple sentences, Elphaba felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment at what she was reading. The disturbing detailedness the person went into about a past escapade the two had done together made Elphaba crumple the paper back up and put it in the drawer, unable to finish reading the ancient paper.

Her hands traveled farther back into the drawer, curious for something a bit different than her first catch. But something stopped the green girl. She stared at it with extreme confusion and curiosity. In the back of the drawer, folded into thirds, was a paper that was made of heavy parchment. Elphaba delicately picked it up. It was unusual to find heavy parchment in the impoverished conditions she lived on and even stranger because in Munchkinland, this type of paper wasn't even made. Unfolding a third of the document Elphaba started to read something very strange indeed, something that would change everything.