Post by Nancy on Jun 6, 2004 11:21:41 GMT -5
Hey look, everyone! The first Wicked fic that Nancy wrote that she's letting everyone read! 
Short fic I just wrote...I think it's kind of rushed at the end, but tell me what you think. Comments, please! <3
Title: Glinda the Good
Author: Nancy
Rating: G
Subject: Playverse
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, or Glinda's quote at the end. Winnie Holtzman has property of that one, and the characters belong to Gregory Maguire and a whole host of Wicked the musical people, I'm sure.
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A silent battle raged within Glinda. She watched her very own bubble, the one she had been so proud of, descend towards her. She clutched Elphaba's beloved Grimmerie to her chest with her shaking, delicate fingers, and she tried to stop the tears. What a mess this was. The Wizard gone, Morrible in prison, Elphaba dead.
Elphaba dead. The tears in the tiny blonde's eyes threatened to spill over onto her cheeks, and Glinda furiously wiped them away with her hand. No, Glinda told herself, No, you musn't cry. Think of Elphie. Think of Elphie. Glinda repeated this to herself as she climbed into her damn bubble. She smoothed her poofy, flowly, blue dress, and as she did so, looked down.
Down. Fields, farms, roads, empty space. Just like Glinda's personality. Everybody loved Glinda the Good Witch, but no one knew her. No one knew her real feelings, how much she'd just like to be away from Oz, away from Horrible Morrible, and just have everybody know the real truth about her best friend. Her misunderstood, beautiful, kind, patient friend. And what had become of her now? She was dead, melted by some farmgirl from somewhere called Kansas.
Glinda realized she was still looking down, making herself nauseous. She shook her head, but a look of realization came onto her face and she looked down again. Down would be the easiest way out. Out of her bubble, out of Oz, out of this miserable life. She had nothing to live for anymore, even her beloved Fiyero was gone. And that? That was the Wizard's fault too. She moved her foot slightly forward, preparing herself, but the paused, musical sounds coming to her ears.
It was singing. She looked down to see a giant band of people, a celebration, she realized. Anger boiled inside her, she fought it down and moved her foot forward, preparing to show them what they had done, how horrible they were...
All of a sudden, a thought entered her mind. Would Elphaba take the easy way out? No, Elphie had never taken the east way out. Elphie always stood up for what she believed in, even if that meant all of Oz hated her. Glinda pulled her foot back. No, Glinda would not jump. Glinda would not be a coward, Glinda would live for Elphie. Would live for Elphie, would someday, somehow, be able to avenge Elphaba's death. She descended towards the group of people, fully ready to be able to celebrate, to be able to shout 'Good news!' along with the best of them.
"Fellow Ozians," Glinda paused. "Friends. We've been through a frightening time. And there will be other times and other things that frighten us. But if you'll let me, I'd like to try to help. I'd like to try to be...Glinda, the Good."
Short fic I just wrote...I think it's kind of rushed at the end, but tell me what you think. Comments, please! <3
Title: Glinda the Good
Author: Nancy
Rating: G
Subject: Playverse
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, or Glinda's quote at the end. Winnie Holtzman has property of that one, and the characters belong to Gregory Maguire and a whole host of Wicked the musical people, I'm sure.
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A silent battle raged within Glinda. She watched her very own bubble, the one she had been so proud of, descend towards her. She clutched Elphaba's beloved Grimmerie to her chest with her shaking, delicate fingers, and she tried to stop the tears. What a mess this was. The Wizard gone, Morrible in prison, Elphaba dead.
Elphaba dead. The tears in the tiny blonde's eyes threatened to spill over onto her cheeks, and Glinda furiously wiped them away with her hand. No, Glinda told herself, No, you musn't cry. Think of Elphie. Think of Elphie. Glinda repeated this to herself as she climbed into her damn bubble. She smoothed her poofy, flowly, blue dress, and as she did so, looked down.
Down. Fields, farms, roads, empty space. Just like Glinda's personality. Everybody loved Glinda the Good Witch, but no one knew her. No one knew her real feelings, how much she'd just like to be away from Oz, away from Horrible Morrible, and just have everybody know the real truth about her best friend. Her misunderstood, beautiful, kind, patient friend. And what had become of her now? She was dead, melted by some farmgirl from somewhere called Kansas.
Glinda realized she was still looking down, making herself nauseous. She shook her head, but a look of realization came onto her face and she looked down again. Down would be the easiest way out. Out of her bubble, out of Oz, out of this miserable life. She had nothing to live for anymore, even her beloved Fiyero was gone. And that? That was the Wizard's fault too. She moved her foot slightly forward, preparing herself, but the paused, musical sounds coming to her ears.
It was singing. She looked down to see a giant band of people, a celebration, she realized. Anger boiled inside her, she fought it down and moved her foot forward, preparing to show them what they had done, how horrible they were...
All of a sudden, a thought entered her mind. Would Elphaba take the easy way out? No, Elphie had never taken the east way out. Elphie always stood up for what she believed in, even if that meant all of Oz hated her. Glinda pulled her foot back. No, Glinda would not jump. Glinda would not be a coward, Glinda would live for Elphie. Would live for Elphie, would someday, somehow, be able to avenge Elphaba's death. She descended towards the group of people, fully ready to be able to celebrate, to be able to shout 'Good news!' along with the best of them.
"Fellow Ozians," Glinda paused. "Friends. We've been through a frightening time. And there will be other times and other things that frighten us. But if you'll let me, I'd like to try to help. I'd like to try to be...Glinda, the Good."
