The carriage, after what seemed to be forever, arrived in the Emerald City. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. The streets seemed to glimmer, even the buildings had a radiant shine. If I didn't know any better, I would've sworn the buildings were made of emerald. But as we drew closer to them, I realized that they were made of emerald. People in all green, elaborate outfits walked the streets, women with little purses and the men with odd top hats. The carriage rumbled over the bricks, until finally we reached what I quickly discovered to be the Emerald Palace. Tall green spires gleaming in the sunset spiked up from the ground.
The carriage pulled into a courtyard looking area, and slowed down. I desperately tried to finger brush through my blonde curls, to no avail. Well, at least they're pretty. I took my bag, and exited the carriage once it came to a complete stop.
"Next time, let me open the door," the guard said, in a very direct tone. I pouted, before hurrying along, following the guards. The doors of the palace swung open, and I was entranced by my surroundings. Chandeliers of green hung down, a large throne in the center of the hall. Guards in green stood posted at each entrance, their weapons away. My eyes darted around, not sure to be amazed or terrified. If they were right, I was about to meet the ruler of Oz- who also was my mother. It seemed more like a dream than anything. This is what you've always wanted, I reminded myself, to meet your mother. Being a princess is just an added bonus. I took a deep breath, and walked in without looking back. I looked straight forward, hopefully with a confident mien.
My eyes moved up to the small woman on the throne. Her blonde hair was in messy curls, falling gently. A glittering crown sat upon her head. She wore a large pink ball gown that was bigger than any dress I'd ever seen. I shifted my gaze away from her, too afraid to look her in the eyes. Were they green like mine? I stopped five feet away from the throne, confused about what to say. Once close, I took a good look at Glinda.
Her hair was extremely similar to mine, blonde curls that fell down in separated ringlets. Eyes of a forest green stared down at me. She appeared to be shocked as well. Her height was perhaps the most surprising, though. She was easily three inches shorter than I. If I was her daughter, I definitely had to have had a tall father. Neither of us, I could tell, knew what to say.
"Hi," I choked out, "My name is Rosalie. And I think I'm your daughter." Glinda remained speechless, before getting up from her throne and giving me a big hug.
I'm keeping the chapters short, but that means I'll update quicker. And oh, I found this Les Mis Medley on YouTube and its the prettiest thing! url?q= watch?v%3D8Ks0lxm4uoA&sa=D&ust=1541315938132000&usg=AFQjCNEp3Pq_nccY7b-f4YQmjxh-gFKiCA
If you have any questions about the characters (like the actress/actor they're based on, etc.) please ask!
Also, I'm going to see the Wicked tour at some point soon with Kara Lindsay (MY FRIEND MET HER YESTERDAY!) and Jackie Burns, as well as Dear Evan Hansen! It's an exciting time!
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