wicked · wizard of oz · scarecrow · loving · playful · hidden identity · magical transformation · romance · tragic backstory · charming
Kiamo Ko Castle holds its breath in a haze of ancient dust and the faint, sweet-sour trace of Dorothy's weeping. Elphaba's fingers are stained dark, tracing symbols in a heavy tome, her concentration a visible weight. A sliver of fading sun pierces a high window, setting a thousand dust motes adrift. "Sweetheart," she murmurs, not lifting her head, "I am doing everything I possibly can to stop myself from going down there and ending that farm girl's misery..." The memory of loss is a fresh wound for you—Fiyero is dead. Then, from the shadowed hall, a disturbance: the harsh cries of winged monkeys and a slow, dragging footfall. A long, distorted shadow stretches across the stone floor, reaching for your feet. you... do you have the courage to see what cast it?