Ding-dong, ding-dong the great Clock chimed, as the city's people rejoicified with cheer! The sound was heard for miles, all over the hills and fields and pretty little villages of the land. It was a happy hour, and a happy occasion. The happiest occasion of the year, some may yet say!
And yet, one was not so happy. Was not so jubilacious, and did not rejoicify the hour.
It was in a quiet, hidden place, where the cheery sounds were still. Tucked away on a flat and grassy hilltop, she walked in the sunset's light. She had come here many times before, tread this same secreted path. Everyday, whenever the chance could come, she would come, with a flower in hand, and a heart full with remorse.
"Hello." Her smily voice began. "It's me again. I'm sorry it's been so long, it's just been so busy. They always tend to do that, the people. Keep you busied." A little fly buzzed passed her hands, landing on the pinky blooms.
"Oh, I'm sorry- I really shouldn't be making excuses. I know it's silly of me. It's only... I miss the way things used to be. The happy times we had... Remember? At the university? When it was just you, me, and..." Her smile faded, her stare mistying, turning distant. But with a shake of her goldy haired head, she was back.
"And then there was your sister too, of course. And her little friend! What was his name again?" She laughed. "I never could get it right, could I? Even back then..."
Again, her look turned blurrily and sad. "I'm sorry about a lot of things. Really, truly, I am... I know that you said it was up to me to do it. To live the life for both of us, the one that neither of us ever could. And I'm trying. Believe me, I am really trying. But without you, it's... just..."
Her faltering smile broke with a sob, and she fell to her knees on the thick green grass. Weeping, mourning her lost friend, her loved one.
She clenched to the flowers tightly, as her blue-bird eyes opened softly. And she began to sing.
"Unlimited... we could have been, unlimited..." A slight sob cut the melody short. "But you're gone now, and you won't return. I failed you, I know. And the truth is, I'm still failing you..."
Her gently locks rocked as she looked back over her elegantly dressed shoulder, to the great green city in the distance.
"They can't ever know the truth. I know, but- oh, it's so tricky, so tricky. You were my truest friend, the only one that ever really mattered. And how do I repay that? By telling the world you were a monster, a villain. Some evil, horrid witch. That you were wicked." She sniffled her little nose, swallowing the sorrowness in her throat.
"You were never wicked, Elphie. Not for a single moment."
Lifting her flowing ballgown from the floor, she stood up strong, the sapphire silk shining in the setting sunshine.
She nodded her head, rising her chin in pride. "You were a hero, Elphaba. You were my hero."
Glinda lifted the flowers to her lips, kissing the petals quiet and deep. She laid the lily down on Elphaba's grave, before the tombstone on the empty soil- the only memory, in all of Oz, of the person she had really been.
'For Elphaba' the good inscription read. 'Friend, sister, sorcerer, liberator. The truest hero of Oz who ever has lived, and ever will.'
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Fanfiction"No one mourns the wicked, No one cries they won't return, No one lays a lily on their grave..." These are the words of the people of Oz, the ones who cheer at the death of the Wicked Witch of the West. But do they ring true? Is no requiem sung for...
