This takes place after the death of the Wicked Witch of the West, Elphaba. It is a from Glinda's point of view, and tells of how she struggles with the many memories of her friend, and what happens after she finds out that Elphaba might not be dead...
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"My fellow Ozians," I say using magic to amplify my words, "this week has been a joyous week. One in which we celebrate the death of the wickedest witch there ever was!" I force myself to smile and seem very happy, but inside I am dying. "We honor the braverism of a young, foreign child who dared take on the Witch in her lair, Miss Dorothy Gale." People cheer but quickly fall silent as I continue. "She demanded that the Witch stand down her attacks on the Wizard and the innocent people of Oz."
The lie I am speaking makes me want to vomit as the crowd erupts in a cheer. If I had a way to do so I will eliminate that child. Had I realized that the Wizard would use her to do his dirty work I never would have sent her to see him, and I would never have given her Nessarose's silver shoes. I would have given them to Elphaba, but I continue on with the lie people want to believe as I always have done for the past three years. The crowd settles and I continue. "The Witch refused the request of the child, and when she tried to kill the child Dorothy did what she had to and melted her." Another cheer erupts, I close my eyes, take a shaky breath, and force a bigger more radiant looking smile. "The death of the Wicked Witch proves that in the end good will always conquer evil, and so let us rejoycify in knowing we are safe, and that the citizens of Oz will never again have to face wickedness of that magnitude again." The crowd cheers.
"It is with great honor and my pleasure to hereby honor that day, and permanently cement it in the archives of our history by unveiling this statue that I, Glinda the Good, have had erected in honor of that day!" With that a statue portraying a young girl with a small dog at her side tossing a bucket of water at a women wearing a pointed hat. The women has a broom in her hand and looks ugly and vicious. She also appears to be screaming and looks like she is melting. The crowd loves it and begins to cheer. Some begin to chant Dorothy's name, and others boo at the statue of the Witch. I quickly finish the speech and leave the balcony.
Later on as the events draw to a close, and I have given one final speech for the day I head towards my chambers wanting nothing more than to sink into a hot bath, take my pills and go to sleep. Little did I know that sleep would have to wait.
I enter my chamber and smile. Bessie, at least I think that is her name, has prepared my bed, and as I enter my bathing chamber my smile grows bigger. Bless her dear sweet little heart, she has even prepared the bath just the way I like it. Steaming hot, filled with bubbles, and the scent of lavender and eucalyptus fills the air. She enters as I begin to undo the many buttons the run back of my gown. "Oh! Lady Glinda, please allow me to get those for you!" She says in thick quadling accent. In a matter of moments she has them undone. I sink down into the tub with a sigh of pleasure. Closing my eyes I lean back as the young girl begins to carefully undo my hair and begins washing it.
A few moments of silence goes by before she says anything. "Lady Glinda?" I open my eyes slightly. "Hmm?" She sounds a little concerned. "Lady Glinda, are you doing okay? You seem very stressed lately, and I can't help but notice you seem more reliant on those pills you are taking. I mean more so than usual."
Sighing I open my eyes fully, turn and look at her wearily. "Is it that obvious?" She nods. I close my eyes and rub my temples. "Let's just say that I find this time of year very stressful. The speeches, the parties, and the nonstop celebration gets tiring after awhile." Okay so I didn't exactly tell her the truth, but I didn't lie either.
After about twenty minutes I inform Bessie that I have a headache and I am finished. She fetches my towel and gets my nightgown and robe. She asks if I want a warm drink. I politely refuse and ask to not be distributed unless completely necessary. "Yes ma'am," she says giving a quick curtsy and leaves the room.
