Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.

I felt that the beginning of MOWE needed a rewrite, so here it is.

Chapter One

Elphaba tossed and turned in the hard and lumpy bed that she had finally decided to inhabit. It was a in a little corner room, not much more than cupboard really. It was her own room; Fiyero didn't bother her when she was inside. She had cast a spell on it so that the walls were sound proof. Which was good, as if Fiyero heard what she was doing in there then he would probably get very angry in deed.

A strong wind blew outside the tiny, single window, rattling the glass. Elphaba shivered in her light sleep.

Her latest project, her only one really, was going to be a failure.

For the past few weeks, she had been going through the minimal amount of books that she had brought from Kiamo Ko before she and Fiyero had left. The books mostly concentrated on transformation spells. For that was her goal: to make Fiyero a human again.

However much he may have told Elphaba that he was perfectly happy as a Scarecrow, Elphaba could see the wistfulness in his eyes when he watched her eat or when she would just be doing odd jobs around their cottage. That wistfulness encouraged her to carry on hunting.

So far she had been unlucky in finding a spell strong enough to overpower a Grimmerie enchantment. She had been testing the spells on any unfortunate objects that she figured that Fiyero wouldn't mind her breaking but she gave up on that pretty soon. So she had started practicing on herself instead. If she didn't kill herself then, if he found out, Fiyero would do it for her.

Elphaba's eyebrows scrunched together before she wearily sat up. She had heard something.

"Yero?" she questioned the darkness. "Is that you?"

She didn't receive an answer and she used one hand to rub the sleep from her eyes. The other wandered to the little table next to the bed. Her fingers brushed against the wood for a few seconds before her mind caught up with her hand and she remember that her glasses were back in the lining of her hat. Which was still back in Kiamo Ko.

She and Fiyero had left with it but she had to return it. She couldn't bare the thought of leaving nothing there for Glinda should the blonde go back. Elphaba had completely forgotten then that she had kept the glasses in the tall lining of the black, pointy hat.

Her hand did come across a match and she quickly it a candle and looked around the room. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight.

Three figures stood silently beside her bed, each wearing a different expression. The smallest had a happy, slightly excited look to her face; the next had a fiercely protective expression and the last one had a bored look.

The thing that made Elphaba continue to stare at the figures, beside that fact that they were in the cottage without alerting Fiyero, was that they each possessed emerald toned skin.

Elphaba's mouth gaped a little before she gained control of it again. "Who...What...What are you?" Her tone was clipped and annoyed sounding. "How did you get in here? What do you want with me?"

The eldest, the one with the bored expression, let out a sigh. "Full of questions aren't we?"

Elphaba stood and walked to stand in front of the tallest one. "Well, how would you feel if you were woken up in the middle of the night to some sort of...hallucination?"

The young girl rolled her eyes but didn't answer. Elphaba glared at her for a moment before a tugging on the night dress caught her attention. She looked down to see a four or five year old version of herself clinging to the black fabric.

"We're not a hall...halluc...a made up thing!" she proclaimed. "We're you!"

Elphaba rolled her eyes at the girl's logic. "It's not normal to see yourself standing in front of you in the middle of the night."

The middle girl pulled the youngest back from Elphaba. The green woman took in the ten year old and cocked her head to the side.

"So, if I'm not dreaming, then what are you?" she asked, sitting back on her bed.

The youngest pulled her hand from the middle one's grasp. She tottered a little before regaining her balance. "We were sent to offer you a choice!" she exclaimed.

Elphaba raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest. "What choice?"

"Oh, we can't tell you yet!" the small girl told her.

"Can we get this show on the road?" an impatient voice piped up. Elphaba looked over at the eldest incarnation of herself.

Glaring at the older girl, the smallest Elphaba placed a hand on the present Elphaba's arm.

Elphaba felt as if she was falling, being pulled involuntarily forwards. She was surrounded by darkness and one thought kept circling in her mind.

Why is it always me?