-Elphaba's POV-

When I got to my room, I found my daughter lying on her stomach with her nose stuck in the book that I had put on the stand in the library. Seems she has inherited my love of reading.

"How is it?" I asked sitting on the bed.

"It's amazing. I wonder why Yackle won't use this in class."

"Yackle? She teaches your sorcery class?"

"Yeah, she hates me. She gives me detention four times a week." Filía said flipping through the pages of the book.

"Interesting..." I whispered.

"You say something?" She turned her head.

"It's not important right now. So, tell me about Zedekiah." The book just dropped from her hands, "I'm a witch with a crystal ball. I know a few things." She closed the book, and sat up.

"Then you know that he's a teacher."

"Yes."

"If you did raise me, and I was with him, and you knew about him. What would you do?"

"Does he make you happy?"

"Yes." She said hesitantly.

"But?"

"I can't... I can't stay with him. What if he gets hurt and I can't do anything about it? I can't lose him."

"That doesn't mean you push him away. You keep him close; you work harder, but don't leave him because you're scared of not being able to do anything. It'll hurt more than not trying."

"What was Dad like?" She asked, changing the subject.

Just like her father. I thought, always avoiding the subject.

Before I could say anything Arron ran into the bedroom, "Elphaba, you needed me?" He caught his breathe, "What are you doing here?" He pointed at Filía.

"I can ask you the same thing." She replied.

"Elphaba saved me from starvation and found a family that would take care of me. When I got older I started looking for her, to thank her. She told me about you and asked if I could watch over you when she found out I was going to Shiz. Help if you were in trouble." He lied, "You're turn."

"I needed some time away. I came here, feels more like home."

"Go and rest. We'll talk tomorrow." I told him, and he nodded his head, leaving the room, closing the door behind him. "You should get some rest too. It's been a long day."

"Can I stay in here?"

"If that's what you'd like."

-Filía's POV-

I awoke to the smell of breakfast, went downstairs and there it was, waiting for me. When I was done, I took my mom's old sorcery book and curled up in the chair in the library to read it.

"There you are. I thought you left." Mom said standing behind the chair.

"Why would I go back to a life that doesn't accept me because of my mother? Why would I go back just to get killed?"

"Nobody knows about us."

"But they will, and it'll all happen when I go back." I felt my hair being tugged a bit, "What are you doing?" I turned to look but she turned it back.

"Braiding your hair, it's just as long as mine."

"Yeah." I started to read my book.

"What makes you think that your life will change when you go back?"

"I had a dream."

"Filía, Liir is dead." Arron said interrupting our conversation.

My heart stopped; what do you mean he's dead? He can't be dead. I thought to myself, fighting the tears.

-Days Later-

When we got to the store we went and gathered my things, as much as I hate Sorcery class, that levitation spell comes in handy. Liir went to look at something that caught his eye, as I went the go and get some glue. As I was looking at the different varieties, I heard mumbling, like in the form of a spell. It was a fire ball spell. Losing my concentration, the things that I was levitating crashed to the ground. When I turned to face my opponent, the fire ball had already been released and before I knew it Liir came out of nowhere and jumped in front of me. When he hit the floor he was unconscious. I tried to remember a Healing spell or something but nothing came to mind. I froze. I don't know what happened-all I know is that I was helpless.

A group of his friends were huddled together crying as the rain fell. I, however, stood on the other side of the casket without a coat, as my tears ran down my face. Not that anyone noticed. Some of his teachers were here, including Zedekiah. Although my eyes we're focused on the casket, his were mostly on me.

Liir and I were good friends but it's my fault he's dead. If I just paid attention in the Healing class he might just be alive right now. It should be me in that casket not Liir. I should have died that evening... When the Reverend walked up to talk that's when I left. I couldn't bare to stay any longer. So I walked. I walked past the dorms, the library, everything.

"It's my fault Liir, I'm sorry." I spoke to myself.

"No, it's not. Don't blame yourself for this Filía." Zedekiah said from behind me, placing his hands on my bare skin, "You're cold."

"It is my fault. My project didn't need to be done the day it was assigned. I didn't have to go and get my supplies that evening." I turned to face him, "I didn't have to take him with me."

Zedekiah placed his hand against my cold face and kissed me. This shouldn't be happening, that ball shouldn't have happened, he shouldn't have happened. But it's hard to refuse someone you've waited so long for. I hate him, I hate how my heart flutters every time he touches me, I hate how happy he makes me, and I hated how I was a student and he a teacher…

"I love you." He said pulling away.

I just shook my head and started to walk away, saying, "This shouldn't have happened. We shouldn't have happened." Tears starting to run down my face.

"Filía please." He said grabbing my arm, "Let me take care of you."

"You've done enough, just go."

"But Filía-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled.

Zedekiah released my arm and backed away saying, "Okay... Okay... I'll go... If that's what you want."

I turn my back towards him and started to walk away. I, then, collapsed against a tree as the thunder cracked in the sky. I heard footsteps behind me but didn't care enough to look to see who it was. Until a cloak was draped against my shoulders, then I knew who it was. He wrapped his arms around me and held me long enough to whisper in my ear, "But don't you think it's what I want. I'll stay with you forever... If you'd let me."

My heart broke; I wanted to run after him as he left. I wanted him to hold me and never let go, but I couldn't bring myself to go after him. I just stayed under the tree, gripping the cloak, as the rain fell, crying my pain away.

-Several Hours Later-

I stood at Zedekiah's door, not exactly sure how I got there but I did. I barely touched the door and it opened. He was waiting for me. I managed a weak grin before collapsing in his arms. I was out for... I don't even know. When I did wake I found myself in his bed, with a warm rag on my forehead. I propped myself on my elbows, causing the rag to fall over. Zedekiah had fallen asleep in a chair next to the bed. I managed to climb out of bed and grabbed a shower without waking him. When I got out, though, he wasn't in the chair he was sitting on the bed, waiting for me. That stupid grin came across my face again.

"You seem to be feeling better." He looked over at me, "I didn't hear you get up."

"That was the point." I walked over to the bed, "I'm leaving. I don't know if I'm coming back. I don't even know what I'm looking for but I can't stay here."

"Let me come with you." He said climbing off the bed.

"No. You have a life here, you have everything that you need, and I… I have nothing."

"That's not true." He took my hands in his, "You have me. You are my life."

"I already made up my mind, you're not going."

"What can I do to change it?"

"You can't. My mind's not easily changed, you know this." I said holding the tears back, "I won't lose the people I love because of my doing. Terrible things are going to happen, and I refuse to let you be a part of it." He just looked at me, making me feel guilty, "When this is over, I promise, I'll come back and find you. I won't lose you over one simple misunderstanding."

He kissed me, again, and it felt like forever, but then he pulled away, "You better. I promise that I won't forget you."

"You haven't forgotten me yet." I stole one last kiss then left for my dorm room to grab a few things.

-The Dorm-

I walked into the room, over to my bed, grabbing my journal and Moms dairy.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Glinda yelled entering the dorm room, "Sleeping with your teacher! Do you realize the reputation you're putting on yourself? That you're putting on me?"

I walked up to her saying, "And what would that be? Can't be any worse than people knowing you raised the daughter of the wicked witch."

"You're a disgrace to the family."

"I was never part of this family to begin with." My hands balled into a fist, "All you ever did was treat me like a criminal. You never gave me a chance to live."

"It wouldn't have mattered." She said calmly, "You still would have turned out like your mother."

"Then why not leave me to die? Why take care of me in the first place?" I asked grabbing my bag.

"Your mother asked me to. I was there when you were born. I did everything to take care of you and all you did was get yourself into trouble."

"If you didn't always give Nessa what she wanted, I might not have acted that way. If you gave her the punishment instead of giving it to me, I might have been able to please you." I walked to the door, "Besides, Nessa was the one who wanted to be with him. I just ended up being in her place."

"Nessa would never do that."

"Right, because she's the perfect daughter. She would never think about doing such a thing." I said opening the door, "Good luck on getting your reputation back. I have a feeling it's just going to get worse for you." Then I left, leaving her to ponder on my last words.

As I walked out of my dorm room, I could hear a crowd, an angry crowd coming my way. I put my bag across my body and started to walk in the opposite direction of the crowd. I barely made it outside of the campus when the mob formed a half circle around me. They found out who I was, I know they did, why else would this be happening? I ignored the words that were being said and kept on walking, that is, until a rock connected to my shoulder, then another, and another… I still kept walking we made it to the edge of town, that's when I lost it. One final rock hit my spin and I literally burst in flames. It died down quickly, I was unharmed but a few dozen people where not.

"Wicked Witch! She really is a Wicked Witch!" One villager said as thunder cracked into the sky.

I waited. Waited for the rain to fall, and as soon as it did, I left running. I heard the mob follow me, calling me a coward for not fighting back, but I was still weak. Too weak to fight but if it's a fight they want, they just might end up getting it. I quickly came to a halt, turned around and waiting for the mob the get closer. I was ready to die. I was ready for it to be over, but that wasn't what the others had planned.

When the mob got closer, an array of smoke appeared in front of me. It was my mother, Elphaba, my sorcery teacher, Yackle, and Arron, another close friend. A wicked smile grew on my face, that's when I knew that I wasn't alone, that's when I knew what the people of Oz wanted me to be, wicked. So, I became just that. I always wanted to make history, so why not do it the way my mother did.