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Several things happen at once that alter the course of history forever.
Madame Morrible senses what Glinda is about to do, and has her confined to her quarters in the palace. The woman screams in grief and anger and pounds on her door, but there’s nothing she can do, no matter how hard she tries. The balcony has been locked. The guards have been instructed by the Wizard not to listen to her. The mob is going to kill her best friend, and she’s under house arrest.
Glinda regrets everything.
On the other side of Oz, a flying Monkey beats his wings frantically through the sky in an effort to reach his mistress. He has news, a letter from a scarecrow, from the man that she loved, that will change things for her. She will want to hear this, she will need to hear this. He must get it to her…
The Monkey lets out a screech as a stabbing pain hits him right in the back. He flutters to the ground in agony, and is dead on impact. An arrow has been shot straight through his heart by a member of the mob who saw him flying in the distance and recognized him as one of the Witch’s.
They cry out in triumph as they continue on their way, thrilled to have killed such an evil thing.
Elphaba breaks.
She drops to her knees, arms curling around her stomach as she realizes. How could she be so stupid? How could she have done this? Like an idiot, she’d never even considered… But it had been several nights of pure passion and love that she’d never dreamed she’d received, nights in the woods, and there had been nothing to prevent… She’d never even…
Pregnant. She can’t be pregnant. She can’t. Fiyero is dead. She is completely alone. This child is doomed. It will be green like her, no child can go through that, no child can suffer the way she did. She would rather it never live than experience that. She claws frantically at her stomach, she needs to get this thing out of her, she can’t, she can’t, she can’t breathe. She can’t…
She sits. Despondent. She has nothing to live for. The mob will kill her, and they will kill this thing growing in her. Good. She will die. She’s useless, she’s a danger to the world, she’s truly wicked, she’s truly alone, and this thing inside her will be wicked like her because it will suffer too…
It is in this state that the mob finds the Wicked Witch of the West. A young woman having a panic attack on the floor.
They would have killed her if it weren’t for the child.
Dorothy begs them, pleads with them to have mercy, gets down on her knees for this horrible woman who has been nothing but cruel to her.
But she is also a powerful sorceress who killed the Wicked Witch of the East. They would do well not to cross her.
The Witch doesn’t resist when they chain her up, is despondent when they drag her across Kiamo Ko and out into the forest, where they soon find a cage to throw her in and attach to the back of a carriage.
They crow in triumph as they march through the streets to take her back to the Emerald City and present the defeated Witch before the Wizard.
And this is where our story begins.