Glinda's Dream

"The witch at last is dead!" shouted all the citizens of Oz merrily, except one. Glinda. Yeah, she showed a little smile from time to time, but from the moment she declared the death of the Wicked Witch of the West, she was in a mood. Half of the time she closed herself in her and Boq's bedroom.

"Come on, Glinda! Go and celebrate with all of us!"

"I'm not feeling well, Boq. Perhaps I'll come later."

Boq, her husband now, sighed as he sees the state of his wife.

"I hope you will." he went outside of the room.

Glinda used to be friends with the Wicked Witch she knew as Elphaba.

But now when she's gone, she didn't know what to do with herself now. Elphaba was a very good friend of hers and it seems like life has no meaning without her.

One night, when the citizens were still celebrating, Glinda had a dream:

She was standing in a room full of gray fog, so much that it made her cough. The room was all black and Glinda was wearing a black silk skirt and a silver top, barefoot.

She felt the presence of some creature, she wanted to explore the room but she couldn't move 2 inches from her place. Everytime she did, some sort of green force-screen blocked her. The creature finally revealed his form, a giant flying-monkey with sharp nails and blue wings. He sneered at her with anger, until SHE came into the room.

"Elphie..." Glinda whispered.

"Hello, Glinda." Elphaba said, full of importance.

"What are you doing here?" Glinda asked, hardly breathing.

"I'm not here. I'm in the land of Arjiki. In an abandoned church, mastering my spells."

"But, what are you doing there? Why did you leave Munchkin-land?"

"Because I died, of course." Elphaba giggled.

"I could've hide you." She said with a passion.

"No, you could not. People would have found out sooner or later. I flew here knowing that no-one would look in the land of Arjiki."

"Why?"

"It's too soon for that. Fiyero just died and the people wouldn't've wanted to visit his land."

"Then why would you?"

"Fiyero was a very dear friend of mine, I wanted to make him happy."

"He would be happy if you have stayed here."

"No. I know he was very much proud of his land. He'd want me to raise his children here"

"What children?"

"Well, one child. Leer."

"You're son?"

"A bastard. He wouldn't grow well in a land where a wicked witch is his mother. He wouldn't appreciate me."

"He would! I know he would!"

"Glinda, I know you care for me, but you don't have to. You got everything you wanted in your life! You have Boq, the audience, you have Oz! What can you possibly ask for?"

"A friend, for one thing."

"Boq isn't enough?"

"Not for me."

"He loves you, more than Fiyero could ever love!"

"Love, that's all in life?"

"Love is important. I learned to value it. When I was young, I was a creature, a monster. Once I got into Shiz I understood how love could hurt people and revive them, it could destroy and cause despair and it can also resorect and bloom in the right hands."