Well hello, my pretties! Long time no story! :D I just entered the Wicked Young Writer's competition...Wonder how that one will pan out? Haha! I'm going to see Wicked again in January! Cannot wait!

So, this is something that's been ticking around in my brain for a while...And getting it down on paper has been difficult. But, after many attempts, I managed to finish the prologue. Brilliant, innit? ;)

I've taken artistic liscence with some things...Like making Elphaba the Thropp Second Descending. I know she's the third. Just deal with it. Erm...Yes! That is all!

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Melena Thropp strode purposefully along the hallway in Colwen Grounds towards the office of the Eminence of Munchkinland, her elder sister, Eissa. Generations of Thropp women glowered at her from their portraits, each and every one of them possessing a kind of dangerous beauty. The redhead shuddered under their sightless gaze, the pressure of the matriarchal society ever present and heavy on her shoulders.

She felt like a naughty child about to be punished when she drummed her knuckles meekly on the Quoxwood door.

"Come in," the voice of her sister said from within. The younger woman entered quickly, seeing her Eminence leaning on the window sill, her face thoughtful. "Have a seat, Melly." the woman commanded, not looking up.

Melena sat.

She asked, "Is this anything important, Issy?" after a minute or so of silence. Eissa turned, her steely gaze settling on sister. With a toss of her burnished copper curls, she replied,

"I should say so, yes. It's about your eldest daughter."

"Elphaba? What about her?"

"I have found her a husband. It is about time someone took control of her. All of those books she reads put ideas in her head. Someone of her…condition should not have delusions of grandeur!" Eissa sniffed, disgust evident in her every word. Her flame-haired sister frowned.

"She's the Thropp Second Descending, Issy. She's genuine royalty, not deluded. And what do you mean, her 'condition'? She's green! Accept it! I have!" she shot, placing her hands firmly on her hips. The Eminence flinched, and shook her head.

"I cannot accept her, Melena. It's an abomination! To think you let her survive for seventeen years without drowning her-"

"Enough! What of the husband?"

"Gillikinese,"

"Oh, good. At least you got that part right. Young, handsome and energetic, hopefully? Perhaps a young man between her legs will distract her from politics and-"

"He's seventy four. His eyesight will be failing, so he'll never have the misfortune of looking at her," Eissa said ignoring the indignant fire that rose in her younger sister's eyes.

Melena spluttered, "How dare you do this to her? I will not give my consent, and neither will Frex! I utterly refuse! I'll-". She sprung out of the chair and squared up to Eissa. Her fingers tingled, as though waiting for the chance to strangle the older woman.

"You don't have a choice," Eissa replied. "He arrives tomorrow with his granddaughter. The wedding is in two weeks time. I leave it to you to prepare her." she finished coolly, lazily examining one talon-like red fingernail. Melena screeched in rage and whirled from the room in a billow of dusky pink silk, anger bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

So...Keep writing? Pack it up in a box and leave it for the Council to pick up so that you never have to think about it again? Your choice. Fill me in.

xx