Prologue Part Two: Munchkinland, 18 Years Before Birth
Frex sat straight up in bed, gasping for air. It was still dark, and Melena was asleep next to him. Trying not to wake her, he slipped out of bed and down the hall. He watched his eldest daughter sleep for a moment, shaken by what he had seen in his sleep. Could she possibly be the future mother of the Savior?
His attempts not to disturb Melena had been futile, as she was up and cradling baby Nessarose in her arms and standing beside him. "What is wrong? Did she make some hideous noise again?"
He shook his head. "No…"
Melena looked at him for a moment. "You look as though you've seen a ghost, Frex."
"Not a ghost… a vision, from the Unnamed God."
Melena rolled her eyes. "A dream."
"This was more than a dream. I felt it, Melana." He grabbed her. "It was about Elphaba."
"What? Is she Kumbrica reincarnate?"
"Stop that sacrilegious blabber! We are not Lurlinist!"
"Fine, fine. What did you see in this 'vision' of yours?"
"Fabala is to bear a child one day, and he will be the Savior."
"That thing is going to bear a child? Tell me, is it green as sin?"
"Well, he was part Winkie…"
"Our daughter? Marry a Winkie? Please!"
"Their prince, actually. This child would finally unite Oz, would save all of us from the sin that has befallen this wretched country." Frex was no longer looking at his wife, but at his daughter again.
"Where is she even going to meet this prince of hers? And why would a prince even want her? What you had was a delusion, not a vision, Frexspar!"
"It will happen, Melana. I will make sure it does."
