The Crystal Vase

Deep in the mountains of the Vinkus, hidden away from time, and the Ozian resistance. A cave lies untouched by the out side world. The Great Kells is somewhere no Ozian goes. Even 600 years later, the rumors of what happened here remain. The Evil witch, and her band of flying monkeys. 600 years ago she was melted, or so the Good Witch said, but it wasn't worth it, the rumors prevented anyone from journeying into the Kells. Only the Winkies remain, they know the truth, passed down generation after generation. They aren’t scared of the Kells, they know what really happened. The Witch was good to them, and their people. Oz had it all wrong, but no one would listen to the dark skinned outsiders who lived in the fields of the Vinkus, after their prince was killed, the family disappeared, and the Airs to the thrown died off, no one was around to take power, and speak for them in the Emerald City. 

In the cave lies nothing but a shelf made of clay. On the shelf a beautiful crystal vase, inside a beautiful green liquid. The only way out of the cave was blocked with a boulder. A small hole at the top of the cave let the bright dessert sun in, it lit up the crystal like a bolt of lightning. It reflected a beautiful rainbow on the walls of the cave. Too bad it wouldn’t last to long. 

Six hundred twenty-nine years ago, a curse was placed on a baby. Her mother being the floozy she was, caused the pain and heart ache her first born child would suffer. A life of dispare, heart ache, and loss. The green elixir only helped the pain and suffering even more. The hag couldn't have asked for a better result. Even her magic couldn't have done what the other world drink did, she only wished the mother was around to watch her daughter suffer. 

Then 600 years after her painful death, she would be granted a second life. 

The vase started to oscillate, the green thick liquid began to bubble. Soon the pressure was to much for the crystal to hold, it shattered with a loud crack and pop, throwing the pieces all over the cave, some embedded into the wall. the liquid fell of the stand and started to move in unison to the middle of the cave. The bubbling liquid started to form and rise. It started to take a shape, a kneeling woman, still unrecognizable. It began to settle, a thick skin, red lips, and long black hair. The face just as thin and her body just as lanky. 

As life was restored to the witch, she stood up for the first time in centuries. It was rumored among Oz that she came back, years after her death, those where only rumors. After she had been liquefied, her soul was left to wander Oz. She was fully aware of the war that tore the Munchkins a way from the Ozian Union. She new of her granddaughter, and her brave actions as a green skinned rebel. She was thrilled when the farm girl returned and was put on trial. She could not describe the feelings of happiness for what the Munchkins had planned for her after her forced conviction of guilty. Her sister never had to die, no reason for her death. It was a meier weak plot by the wizard to get at her to crumble. 

Rain was a strong woman, if she hadn’t left Oz her immortality wouldn't have dissipated, she would have still been around to meet her grandmother. Elphaba was so proud of her. After her death she was granted the wisdom he sought after in life. She came to terms of Liir being her son, and that he was happy, avenging her death. Elphaba never thought of her self as wicked, but she knew now 600 years later, the title will never feel so good to hold. 

In her time in limbo after the trial she watched her good friend Glinda be incarcerated, no matter what happened before her death she always had a soft spot for the the Good Witch. She used every once of power she had to get her out of jail. So much power that as she opened the cell door Glinda saw her, she never meant for that to happen. After that her soul was to weak to intervene any more. She blacked out only to awaken over the sea, next to her grand baby flying on her broom, she was filled with warmth as the young woman debated over throwing away the Grimmerie into the sea. She used that power once again to focus her energy into the mind of Rain. She told her it held great power and never could be put into the hands of anyone who would use it for their own gain. Rain made the decision and dumped the book, but for some reason she wrapped it in a waterproof spell, then let the heavy book slip from her hands and splash into the unknown waters.