Oz

Chapter Two

When they named the Emerald City they weren't messing around. The place is actually made of emeralds. It's beautiful. I see two distant figures standing at the entrance to the city.

Guards.

The guards put chains on me as soon as I was in their line of vision, for no reason. They carry me to a dungeon as I try to get of out their grasp all the way there. What I see on the way there seems very familiar.

They throw me in a cell. Do they treat all their guests like this? I spot a bucket full of water in the corner of the cell. I wash my arms and the green comes off easily, revealing my very very pale skin. I'm able to wash my whole body before someone comes to my cell.

She has light blonde hair that reaches past her shoulders. Her gown is white and sparkly. She has a tiara on top of her head. It seems familiar.

She crouches at the door, studying me. I stare at her as she stares at me with her warm brown eyes. She seems to be waiting for someone.

A guard appears and the girl shakes her head. The guard unlocks the door and the girl comes to lead me out.

"I'm sorry about that. The city is on high alert for someone. And you looked like her," the girl touches something on my wrist. A bracelet. Made with Onyx, "Where did you get that?"

"I don't know. I don't remember anything other than my name. I woke up in a dark forest," I answer. She nods, "What's your name?"

"Glinda, what's your's?" Glinda leads me up into a building.

"I'm Elphaba," I respond. Glinda smiles as she opens a door to a large throne room.

"Wizard?" She calls. My head reels at the name as a puff of smoke comes from behind the throne. A head appears from the smoke.

"You can come out. She won't tell. I promise," Glinda giggles a bit as the face goes away. A man comes out from behind a curtain. He looks to be Glinda's boyfriend.

"Who is this?" The man asks. Glinda smiles and looks at the man with love in her eyes.

"This is Elphaba. She doesn't remember how she got to Oz-" I interrupt Glinda as I remember something, stumble backwards.

"This is Oz? I remember living in a place called Oz!" I tell her, "I remember growing up there. They used to call me....Wicked," I look down at that memory.

"Are you Wicked?" The man asks. This infuriates me. I raise my hand in anger and a tile comes up from the floor.

"I'm not Wicked..."