Post by Elphie on Feb 22, 2004 3:59:04 GMT -5
Here's a bit of the fic I've been working on. DSO I dunno what I'm doing- been writing novels for 8 years and never let anyone view my stuff before... oh well here goes...
Wicked Fic- Princess of the Vinkus
Premise: following Elphaba’s death Nor the Wizard’s slave breaks free and joins a cell of assassins hoping to murder the Wonderful Oz. Her latest assignment- deep cover leading to assassination in the home of public figure Glinda the Good.
Disclaimer: No, I don’t own any of the Wicked characters (wish I did, I could think of a few uses for Fiyero) they are property of the higher powers like L. Frank Baum and Gregory Maguire. These characters are not being used for any profit (I’ll still wake up with a penny to my name, llam Idina lyrics) just a cheesy amateur fanfiction to illustrate my obsession with Wicked.
Part One
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was weeping as he slept. The servant girl chained to the foot of the bed tried to ignore the noise and focus on breaking the bonds around her wrists. She was getting used to the sounds of sobbing coming from the corner of the room where Oz the Great and Terrible slept. Every night for the last six months he had cried like a child until the first rays of the dawn sun sliced their way across the room.
The slave girl, who was called Nor, hadn’t asked the cause of the Wizard’s haunted slumber. She had been curious once, but had quickly learned not to question the murderous tyrant and to detach herself from any pity she might have felt for the corrupted man. In her lengthy imprisonment, Nor had grown from a curious and naïve child to a young woman who could snicker with contempt at the hot tears that surfaced in the vile monster while he was unconscious. She didn’t understand the tears, but had long ago lost the childish curiosity that had gotten her into so much trouble in her younger years.
So now when the Wonderful Wizard finally dozed off each night, instead of worrying about him, Nor studied. She had never been good at reading and writing, but she poured over every scrap of parchment in the Wizard’s lodging in hopes of finding a spell to use to free herself. Though not much for book learning, Nor had always had a knack for sorcery, though throughout her young life she had been discouraged from learning. Her mother, her siblings, even the enigmatic Auntie Guest had cast her aside. She was on her own then, just as she was now.
The realization that she was totally alone in the world had come as a complete shock to the girl. It had taken months, years before she had finally given up hope of her family, of Auntie Guest, of anyone coming to rescue her. It was a dark day when she finally let go of the one thread of hope, of optimism she had always clung to. That day had come when she had been face-to-face with Auntie Guest (whom she now knew was called Elphaba the Wicked Witch.) That was the day the green-skinned woman had left Nor in the clutches of the Wizard. It was then that all hope for rescue, for salvation had flown. It would lead Nor to a path of self-confidence and immense clarity, but at the time the meeting had shattered her entire world.
To realize that the only person she could rely on was herself was a hard lesson, but facing this realization was nothing near as hard as coming to terms with the fact that she actually could rescue herself. She had not gone swiftly from hopeful idealistic child to self-reliant and self-confident young woman. There had been a long transition in between during which Nor wallowed self-pity, during which she became a bitter, resentful, hollow-hearted shell of a person. Many months turned into years filled with self-pity and a reckless self-destruction. Countless times she had tried to force the Wizard to kill her, despairing when her wish was never granted. He was the most cruel and heartless of figures, always leaving her alive to remind her that she would never know freedom.
And then everything had changed. After the strange girl had come to Oz in her flying house and killed Elphaba the Wicked Witch-Nor’s Auntie Guest of long ago- something had sparked in Nor. She became immediately impassioned thinking of what had happened. And the more she thought about Elphaba’s death, the more the slave had thought about the green woman’s life.
She began to read. After the Wizard was asleep and dreaming whatever dreams caused him to weep, Nor used her gift of sorcery to levitate the scrolls and reports and heavy books across the room to her lap. Reading the documentation of Elphaba’s actions forced Nor to realize what she had always known- that she looked up to Elphaba. As a child she had been fascinated with the mysterious houseguest and had followed her around as much as she could, because Elphaba had a passion, a drive in her that, even though she tried hard to hide while she played aloof and cold-hearted, had always surfaced. Nor admired that drive, that inner strength that Auntie Guest had displayed on rare occasions, when she was sure no one could notice. Nor had noticed. She had watched Auntie more closely than anyone ever knew.
Thinking about the Wicked Witch altered something in Nor. A realization that she could find in herself Elphaba’s same drive and inner strength as she had found the same talent for sorcery broke the lid on the tight box of self-pity Nor had been living in. Once she found that inner strength within herself, the slave could finally make the transition from hope-filled and disillusioned child to shell of despair and finally to self-reliant, confident girl who could and would win herself freedom.
She sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, hugging her knees to her chest, concentrating on the shackles that bound her hands and feet. Frowning at the heavy chains, Nor willed them to break. Each night for months now she focused on the chains, often losing her temper, but nothing seemed to work.
It didn't make any sense. Why was it that she could make Auntie Guest's broom fly when she was a child, why could she make the Wizard's papers fly around the room but she couldn't break her chain?
Putting every ounce of her effort and concentration into trying to break the chains, Nor nearly jumped out of her skin when the bedroom door burst open with a rush of cold air.
Wicked Fic- Princess of the Vinkus
Premise: following Elphaba’s death Nor the Wizard’s slave breaks free and joins a cell of assassins hoping to murder the Wonderful Oz. Her latest assignment- deep cover leading to assassination in the home of public figure Glinda the Good.
Disclaimer: No, I don’t own any of the Wicked characters (wish I did, I could think of a few uses for Fiyero) they are property of the higher powers like L. Frank Baum and Gregory Maguire. These characters are not being used for any profit (I’ll still wake up with a penny to my name, llam Idina lyrics) just a cheesy amateur fanfiction to illustrate my obsession with Wicked.
Part One
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was weeping as he slept. The servant girl chained to the foot of the bed tried to ignore the noise and focus on breaking the bonds around her wrists. She was getting used to the sounds of sobbing coming from the corner of the room where Oz the Great and Terrible slept. Every night for the last six months he had cried like a child until the first rays of the dawn sun sliced their way across the room.
The slave girl, who was called Nor, hadn’t asked the cause of the Wizard’s haunted slumber. She had been curious once, but had quickly learned not to question the murderous tyrant and to detach herself from any pity she might have felt for the corrupted man. In her lengthy imprisonment, Nor had grown from a curious and naïve child to a young woman who could snicker with contempt at the hot tears that surfaced in the vile monster while he was unconscious. She didn’t understand the tears, but had long ago lost the childish curiosity that had gotten her into so much trouble in her younger years.
So now when the Wonderful Wizard finally dozed off each night, instead of worrying about him, Nor studied. She had never been good at reading and writing, but she poured over every scrap of parchment in the Wizard’s lodging in hopes of finding a spell to use to free herself. Though not much for book learning, Nor had always had a knack for sorcery, though throughout her young life she had been discouraged from learning. Her mother, her siblings, even the enigmatic Auntie Guest had cast her aside. She was on her own then, just as she was now.
The realization that she was totally alone in the world had come as a complete shock to the girl. It had taken months, years before she had finally given up hope of her family, of Auntie Guest, of anyone coming to rescue her. It was a dark day when she finally let go of the one thread of hope, of optimism she had always clung to. That day had come when she had been face-to-face with Auntie Guest (whom she now knew was called Elphaba the Wicked Witch.) That was the day the green-skinned woman had left Nor in the clutches of the Wizard. It was then that all hope for rescue, for salvation had flown. It would lead Nor to a path of self-confidence and immense clarity, but at the time the meeting had shattered her entire world.
To realize that the only person she could rely on was herself was a hard lesson, but facing this realization was nothing near as hard as coming to terms with the fact that she actually could rescue herself. She had not gone swiftly from hopeful idealistic child to self-reliant and self-confident young woman. There had been a long transition in between during which Nor wallowed self-pity, during which she became a bitter, resentful, hollow-hearted shell of a person. Many months turned into years filled with self-pity and a reckless self-destruction. Countless times she had tried to force the Wizard to kill her, despairing when her wish was never granted. He was the most cruel and heartless of figures, always leaving her alive to remind her that she would never know freedom.
And then everything had changed. After the strange girl had come to Oz in her flying house and killed Elphaba the Wicked Witch-Nor’s Auntie Guest of long ago- something had sparked in Nor. She became immediately impassioned thinking of what had happened. And the more she thought about Elphaba’s death, the more the slave had thought about the green woman’s life.
She began to read. After the Wizard was asleep and dreaming whatever dreams caused him to weep, Nor used her gift of sorcery to levitate the scrolls and reports and heavy books across the room to her lap. Reading the documentation of Elphaba’s actions forced Nor to realize what she had always known- that she looked up to Elphaba. As a child she had been fascinated with the mysterious houseguest and had followed her around as much as she could, because Elphaba had a passion, a drive in her that, even though she tried hard to hide while she played aloof and cold-hearted, had always surfaced. Nor admired that drive, that inner strength that Auntie Guest had displayed on rare occasions, when she was sure no one could notice. Nor had noticed. She had watched Auntie more closely than anyone ever knew.
Thinking about the Wicked Witch altered something in Nor. A realization that she could find in herself Elphaba’s same drive and inner strength as she had found the same talent for sorcery broke the lid on the tight box of self-pity Nor had been living in. Once she found that inner strength within herself, the slave could finally make the transition from hope-filled and disillusioned child to shell of despair and finally to self-reliant, confident girl who could and would win herself freedom.
She sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, hugging her knees to her chest, concentrating on the shackles that bound her hands and feet. Frowning at the heavy chains, Nor willed them to break. Each night for months now she focused on the chains, often losing her temper, but nothing seemed to work.
It didn't make any sense. Why was it that she could make Auntie Guest's broom fly when she was a child, why could she make the Wizard's papers fly around the room but she couldn't break her chain?
Putting every ounce of her effort and concentration into trying to break the chains, Nor nearly jumped out of her skin when the bedroom door burst open with a rush of cold air.
- Dee, the Talented Tongue
Thanks for the support, everyone 
