Okay, despite my better judgment, I'm going to try and start yet another Wicked series. This one will probably be more centered around Nessa. Anyway, let me know what you think.

"Then let the joyous news be spread: the wicked old witch at last is dead!"

A cheer rang out throughout the Munchkins; they were finally free! They paraded around the town, bestowing gifts and praise upon the girl who called herself "Dorothy Gale", and who had fallen from the star called "Kansas ". The Munchkins couldn't believe their good fortune; even Glinda the Good was there to reassure them that the Witch no longer had a hold on Munchkinland. Yes, it was a joyous day indeed.

Not so much for one Nessarose Thropp, however.

The brunette groaned before coughing. It felt as though fire was shooting through her lungs, and she coughed again, blood splattering onto the grass. She clawed at the grass, trying to free herself from—what in Oz's name had landed on her anyway? Nessa looked up, and saw that it was a house.

"Who the hell drops houses?" she muttered, still trying to free herself. She gave a grunt of pain as she felt her legs being freed slowly. Another pull, another cry of pain. Still, she persisted, determined to get free. One more pull, and Nessa was free. She rolled onto her back, her chest heaving. The fire in her lungs hadn't subsided, and she didn't even want to look at the rest of the damage.

Still, she couldn't keep herself from sneaking a glance or two. It looked as awful as it felt. Her legs, already useless, were mangled, and her striped stockings were ripped and torn. She noticed that her ruby slippers were missing, but that didn't bother her as much as the large gashes on her arms, or the dried blood on her face.

It was bad, yes, but Nessa took solace in the fact that she had an entire town to take care of her and return her to good health. She would need a new chair as well, of course, for hers was nowhere in sight. She assumed it was still under the house. Nessa dragged herself a little farther across the grass, and her eyes fell on the sight of the Munchkins parading about the town square.

"Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old witch, the wicked witch, ding dong, the wicked witch is dead!"

What? They were singing about… her death? But why? Nessa admitted she had faults, but had the Munchkins really hated her that much? Enough to celebrate her death?

There was a sudden burst of red smoke, and the Munchkins screamed, falling to the ground. The smoke cleared, and Nessa instantly recognized that green skin.

"Who killed my sister?" the Witch demanded, looking around at the cowering Munchkins. She turned to the good witch in pink. "Was it you, Glinda?"

"I assure you, it was not me."

The Witch turned to the girl in the blue dress. "Was it you?"

"I-I didn't mean to kill anyone. It was an accident," the girl stammered.

"Accidents can happen all the time," the Witch snarled, and the girl drew back in fear.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Glinda said.

The Witch paused. "Yes. The slippers!" She turned towards the house, and gasped. "The slippers! They're gone!" She turned back to Glinda angrily. "What did you do with them, you—"

The Witch suddenly looked down, and Nessa followed her gaze. Her ruby slippers were on the feet of the strange girl. "You! Take those off now!"

"Too late. There they are, and there they'll stay."

"Give them to me, they're of no use to you. Only I know their true power," the Witch said.

"Don't give them to her. Their power must be very strong, or she wouldn't want them so badly," Glinda said, leaning close to the girl.

"Stay out of this, Glinda, or I'll—"

The blonde laughed. "You have no power here. Now be gone, before someone drops a house on you."

The Witch looked up suddenly, checking for any large falling objects. "Very well. I'll bide my time… for now. I'll get you, my pretty… and your little dog too!" The Witch disappeared in another cloud of smoke with an evil cackle.

The Munchkins looked up tentatively, unsure if it was safe.

"It's all right. She's gone," Glinda said. The Munchkins stood, and resumed celebrating. After some more time had passed, Glinda sent the girl on her way down the yellow brick road to see the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. It was a happy scene indeed.

Nessa felt sick, and not just because the smell of dried blood was getting to her. Elphaba thought she was dead, Glinda had given her slippers to that farm girl, and the brunette could barely move. She struggled to pull herself a little farther across the grass. She suddenly heard the sound of sobbing.

"Oh, Nessa, I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me."

The brunette recognized that voice. Elphaba had come back.

"Elphie?" a softer voice said.

"What do you want? Can't you just leave me to mourn in peace?"

"Elphie, I'm so sorry."

"I promised to protect her…"

"Elphie, it's not your fault. Accidents happen all the time."

"Accidents?" Nessa could hear the sudden change in Elphaba's voice. "You call this an accident?"

"Well, I would call it a… regime change, brought about by a sudden twister of fate."

"Houses don't just fall from the sky, Glinda!"

"Well, you can't blame that poor girl! She was trapped inside, it wasn't like she was steering the thing!"

"She killed Nessa, and you gave her the slippers!"

"As a protection! You know the Land of Oz can be… dangerous to outsiders."

"Those shoes were the only things I had of Nessa! And now they're gone."

"Elphie, I know I'm the last person you'd expect to hear this from, but… they're just shoes!"

"I want those slippers, Glinda. Even if I have to go get them myself!"

"Elphaba, you listen to me—'

"Back off, blondie!"

Nessa suddenly heard the two scuffling, which surprised her. Weren't they supposed to be friends?

Nessa suddenly heard the sound of a shrill whistle, and saw the Wizard's guards running by.

"Let me go!" Elphaba shouted, and Nessa assumed they had grabbed her. She desperately wished she could help her sister… well, maybe not that, but she wished she could at least see what was going on!

"Let the green girl go!"

That sounded like Fiyero. He was trying to free Elphaba? That made even less sense than Elphaba and Glinda fighting.

Nessa suddenly saw her sister run by, and she tried to call out to her, only to find that she couldn't.

"Put him up in that field!"

Nessa heard approaching footsteps and backed herself up behind the safety of the house. She watched as the other guards put Fiyero up in the field, causing him to resemble a scarecrow. It was cruel, but what could she do? She was in enough trouble herself.

The last rays of sun disappeared, and darkness fell over Munchkinland. Nessa shivered a little, partly out of fear. What was she to do? How long could she survive in this condition? Maybe it would have been better if the house had killed her.

The brunette dragged herself beside the house, and lay down. There was nothing she could do now. She would have to wait until morning, and see if things would be better then.

"I highly doubt that," Nessa muttered with a bitter laugh. "After all, I had the wonderful luck of having a house dropped on me. Surely nothing else could go wrong?"

Well, what do you think? Any and all feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading the first chapter!

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