Emerald Parchment, Rose-Colored Ink

[Popular Glinda]

here's a new fic, i like it better than my other one:

Emerald Parchment, Rose-Colored Ink

I found the box the other day, as I was rummaging through an old wardrobe. I knew I had left those shoes in there when the Quoxwood wardrobe was ordered from the heart of Munchkin Land but that’s not all. My maid must have disregarded the velvet, rectangular box on the very top shelf. I mean, she was a Munchkin so she must have obviously ignored the top shelf instead of plaguing herself with more work than was necessary.

But it was found and that’s what matters. No one knew what was in the box. Just her and I. Her and I…
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Septerem 17th

Dearest Galinda,
Your father and I were very disappointed about your room arrangements for the year at Shiz University. Please do not perform any rash actions. You could desperately disgracify your family name. Cloakwalls’ has sent your new gowns. I sent them a day after this letter, so expect them by carriage in a day or so. Remember: Nothing rash, duckie.

Yours,
Mother
or
Madame Persephone XXI of the Arduennas

As I lifted the soft velvet covered lid of the box, that letter was perched on the very top of the large stack of parchment. As I read it, a flow of memories surged through my head, hitting the walls of my cranium, like a stream meeting a boulder. My first week at Shiz, being paired as a roommate to the outcast. That green girl from the Hovels. I had written to Mommsy and Popsicle about it, complaining as I was expected to do, me being who I was: Miss Galinda of the Arduennas. It was a habit, of course. Mother had written back, but it did nothing to comfort me. Parents just don’t understand.

What do you think?? Reply please!!

[bubbles_n_brooms]

i like alot. i also enjoy the for good lyric in it. plkease continue, it def. needs to be longer.

~chele~

[Popular Glinda]

oh, it'll be longer. dont worry, that was just a beginning

[bubbles_n_brooms]

yay!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can't wait

~chele~

[Popular Glinda]

okay guys, here's some more!

That night I didn’t go to the gala. I was too engrossed in these letters. It was amazing how much you could forget about yet still remember. They aren’t at the front of your mind, but they are there. Waiting to be recalled.
“Glinda, dearest, come. We shall be late for the gala,” said Sir Indy Plottli, the half-brother of my former husband, the late Sir Chuffrey.
“I’m not going, Indy. I can’t…I’m busy” I replied, not looking up from a letter.
Indy didn’t even bother try to get me to come. He knew that when I said I wasn’t doing something, I wasn’t going to change my mind. I had always been a stubborn girl.

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Novestrium 5th,

Glinda,
Sorry about the informality of your title, but I’m in a bit of a hurry. I need your help. I suppose you’ve heard all the rumors circulating. I’m on the run. I can’t tell you where I am but I will tell you this:
There are people who are very near to you who are not who you think they are. Beware of people who may be overly eager to help you. Remember that, Glinda. And please, try to help me this time. I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR IMAGE.

-Elphie

Reading that letter made me think: Why hadn’t I listened? I suppose things wouldn’t be much different…for me, that is. As for my best friend, she’d still be…well…she’d be here. She had, of course, written to me before asking for help. But I had always replied with an excuse, trying to protect my image and my reputation. If people found out, or even saw me fraternizing with her, the enemy, I would be thrown from my position as the Good Witch. And that just wouldn’t do.

I reread one line in that letter: There are people who are very near to you who are not who you think they are. Beware of people who may be overly eager to help you. I now knew who she was talking about, but then, so many years ago, I was blind as to who was with me and who was against me—in reality or under a faux alliance. It was odd. Just after reading that line over and over I found another letter.

Novestrium 29th,

Dear Miss Glinda,

First off, let me say congratulotions on your promotion to Aide to the Wizard in Training. If at any time you may need help, simply call upon your dear old Shiz U headmistress and I will, of course, rush to the scene. I would be so pleased to help in any way, my dear. Now, I’m sure you have errands to run for the Wizard. Ta-ta, my dear, ta-ta.

Sinceriously Yours,
Madame Morrible,
Head Mistress of Shiz University

Late that night I awoke after a horrendifirous nightmare. It included my dear Elphaba, as most my nightmares did. She was alone in a large hall, waiting. Just sitting there, waiting. Not moving, which was an uncommon state for Elphie to be in. She had always been in motion. It seemed the only time she was even slightly still was in her sleep.
But there she was, sitting, waiting. I approached her, offering my hand to her. She looked up at me. I saw her eyes first, flooding with tears. They ran down her cheeks, which caused almost translucent tendrils of steam to rise from them. And then he came. The Great and Powerful Oz, the Mage, the Wizard. Elphie stood and crossed the hall slowly to him. He also held out his hand, and Elphaba took it. I inhaled sharply and found myself in a whirlpool version of the hall. Elphaba’s emerald face swam around mine and the Wizards eyes peered from everywhere. He was everywhere, at the time. My dream seemed to take place when Elphie and I were freshers at Shiz. Then, as the room swirled and twirled, Elphaba’s face seemed to…to melt. Just like it had that night.
I then awoken, in a cold sweat, shuddering, yet inevitably warm. The air in the room was very humid and I vacated my bed and rushed to the powder-room. I splashed myself with water from the basin and I dried my face. As I turned to leave the room I spotted the box next to the bathtub. I sank into the tub and opened the box. I pulled the first letter from the stack and began to read.

Glinda,

You again disregarded my pleas for help. How could you completely let your best friend go ignored?! I am horribly madified at you Glinda. Do not expect another letter from me. Though why would you care if you did? You don’t care about me anyway.

-Elphaba
(I didn’t bother with your stupid nickname for me!)

I could have filled the bathtub with my tears.

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I hope there'll be more, I've been so busy.

[bubbles_n_brooms]

oOo i like it so much. ur a great writer. i love the way u mix the letters with the present time it is very excellent. please continue. the story is so sweet

~chele~

[outoftheblue]

oo i loved it.. i read both of them
like it alot ...

keep writing!!