Wicked Deeds

Prologue:

Prologue:

It has been six months since the Wicked Witch of the West was pronounced dead. Life in Oz had begun again. People were no longer afraid to step outside of their homes. With the disappearance of The Wizard and Madame Morrible, Glinda the Good has stepped up in their place. Now she rules Oz with a fair and balanced hand alongside her new boyfriend, Avaric. Everything was at peace in Oz.

On the outskirts of Oz in the Badlands, a green woman and a scarecrow made their way to a mysterious city rumored to hold the most powerful witches and wizards. Though she insisted that she did not mind his new appearance, Fiyero insisted that he have an appearance that could be as beautiful as he see's her. Elphaba did not fight him on this, knowing that once he set his mind on something that there was no way to change it.

As dead as everyone believed her to be, Elphaba was very much alive. In fact, she felt more alive than ever, but that is perhaps just some nonsense that Fiyero had managed to put inside of her head. Despite being homeless and without anyone else in the world, he remained positive or pretended to at least. She knew that his new scarecrow form was hideous to him. No matter what he looked like, she would always love him though.

Fiyero caressed her face as they laid next to one another. “My beautiful emerald angel.”

She scoffed. “I'm no angel.”

“To me you are,” he gives her a gentle kiss. After a few minutes, the two fall fast asleep in each other's arms.

Miles away in the Emerald City, Glinda looks down at the city from the clock tower. She thought back to the first time she had traveled to the Emerald City. Closing her eyes, she could still see the white smile surrounded by the green lips. Oh how she missed her best friend. In the end, Elphaba had gotten her wish, there was indeed a celebration throughout Oz that had all to do with her. Only it was a celebration over her death rather than her life.

Glinda longed to clear Elphaba's name. It was her dead friend's wish that she didn't. All of the wickedness that had loomed over Oz was the Wizard not Elphaba. No one would believe her though. No one except Avaric. Her dear Avaric was something else entirely. He came to the city to visit his friend, Fiyero, not knowing that he had died. When Glinda explained to Avaric what had happened he simply asked her what really happened. She wound up explaining the truth that she thought would go to her grave. Now here they were, happy together.

As happy as Fiyero and Elphaba could've been, Glinda thought before shaking her head. No she mustn't think about them. Keep your eyes on the future, that's what she told herself anyways.

“Your curls are going to straighten if you keep thinking so hard,” a deep voice broke her out of her thoughts.

With a small smile she turned to him. “Well we wouldn't want that now would we?”

Avaric wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her blonde head. “They would've been happy for us. Somewhere, they are both looking down at us smiling.”

 She sighed, leaning into his chest. “I hope you're right.”