Wicked Sisters

I make my way to an open floor length window. The two doors blowing in the wind.

“Wear are you going?” Mother asks.

“To- you know I don’t know, but I’m going to protect my sister. Even if that means from you.” I say.

“If you go out that window I’ll disown you too. I’ll banish you from Emerald City.“ Father declares.

“Do it then.” I grow. The windows shatter. I move all the glass I can away from them. My parents start running down the halls. “Cowards.” I mutter. I move all the furnishings near me towards me. A chair, tea tray, a shelf, a small desk, a desk with a draw, an another chair, etc. I place them in front of the shattered green glass window. I make a bridge. I start walking. When I run out of bridge I move the stuff behind me to the front of me. It’s strange, the unevenness. I feel so unsteady. Topsy-turvy, but I walk with purpose. I make it to the roof.

“Nessarose!” I cry. I’m pushed back with magic. My own wickedness flares. My hair stands on end. I roll just in time. A lighting bolt strives down on wear I once was. Then I look over the side, and see the angry mob forming. Just like I thought it would. “Nessarose. You’re in danger! We need to go.”

“They’ve always hated us.” Emotions, mix with magic, mix with wicked. A tear falls.

“I think you’re right. I’m sorry.” Thunder claps.

“I’m sorry.” She manages looking pained.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not mine ether. We are what we are. Let’s be wicked together. Come on Glinda’s waiting for us.” The angry mob starts to try to find a way up. I know it hurts, but they’ll kill her if they catch her. Not that I think most people could stand much of a chance against us. “Come on.” I start dragging her away. We take the bridge back. When we get though the window Nessarose drops to her knees in pain. “I know. I know. I’m sorry.” I help her up, and we run. Where did Glinda go? Then I see him. Oz running though a hallway in a top hat. “Oz!” I cry relieved.

“Elphaba.” Nessarose whispers urgently. I mean I wouldn’t trust him with a stranger wicked witch, but he’s never had an ill word toward my elder sister. Still trusting her instincts, I stop.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” I ask. Then he turns. He’s holding something in his hand. It’s a bucket of water. I jump in front of Nessarose, who uses her magic to push me behind her. I fall using my arms to catch myself. Oz ducks, but tries to get in close. He’s a clever man bringing water. I can’t believe I ever loved him. I can’t believe he’d betray me like this! Wicked is what I am. A group of other witch hunters come in after him. Pitchforks and torches in hand. I trow a ball of fire. One of the Emerald City citizens catches alight. They scream.

“What are you doing?” Oz cries.

“What are you doing?”

“She’s wicked. She’s going to hurt people!”

“I don’t care!” I throw another fireball. The green carpet catches fire. We run. Wait what are we doing? This is foolish.

“Wait. I’ll find Glinda. I’ll head West. Use your Sliver Slippers!” She looks behind us.

“Trust me. I can take them.” I say. Hoping I sound more confidant than I am. The villages I could take. Oz I’m worried about.

“We find Glinda first. Then I’ll go.” She says. Protecting each other. Like always. We pass my chambers.

“Wait.” I say. We can still hear them behind us. I hold out my hand. The doors fly open. There sits a large crystal ball on display. I hold out my hand. It flies toward me becoming pocket sized as it does so. I slip it into my coat.

“Come on!” She says dragging me away. We turn left then hard right to avoid a group of the mob. We see a sparking dress.

“Glinda!” I cry.

“Come on. Come on. We have to go.” Cloaks materialize on her shoulders. Mines black. Gilnda’s red, and Nessarose’s is green. “You have to hurry Nessarose.”

“I’ll click away.” She says. Then Oz tackles her. Some water splashes onto her arm. She screams.

“No!” Glinda cries. Oz pulls out a dagger.

“No!” I scream. The dagger shatters in his hand.

“Look at this Glinda. Is this right?” He points to the destroyed homes outside. She puts a hand to her chest. He pulls something out of his bag.

“You tried to kill my sister.” I say holding a fireball.

“So? Your parents killed your eldest sister.” Oz says then he holds up a black box. There’s a click, and then a blinding flash of light.

“We’re did he go?!” I cry.

“Move!” Glinda says dragging us toward the side doors.

“I’m staying. I need to know if what he said is true. And if it is-“ I trail off. Glinda knows what I’ll do. “Go Nessarose.” I say.

“I’m going to kill them!” She cries. She looks to Glinda. “Remember your promise.” She nods. Then it’s three clicks, and she’s gone.

~

Glinda goes to start rebuilding, and try to calm our citizens. As queens we all rule the Emerald City, our capital. Traditionally royalty would stay here. Glinda will stay. We will go. Not yet though. I find our parents hiding in a secret hall of the castle. A safe room or sort, but they aren’t safe.

“Did you kill her?”

“What?” Mother asks.

“Did you kill Locasta?”

“She was wicked-“ Father starts. I toss them both against the wall.

“You did did you!” I scream.

“We had too!” Mother cries. “What other choice did we have. After Glinda we hoped you all would be born good.” I throw a fireball. They go though a secret door in the wall.

“No!” I scream in rage. I grab the crystal ball using it to find them again. They made it just outside the front door. I fallowing knocking anyone down who tries to stop me. I create a fireball. Then the next thing I know lightning rains down onto all of them. The large crowd formed screams. Glinda flies above in her bubble watching in shock. Nessarose is there. She takes off her hat placing it to her chest. She gives a mock bow like a performer. Like Oz. Nessarose was always the closest to Locasta. We all were only one year apart from each other. I try to hang on to the memories of her, but I was thirteen when she died. Memories fade. Though I’ve watched them in my crystal. I loved her. I loved it when we were four. Nessarose is gone in three clicks.

“People of Oz!” Oz cries from a balcony. “I have an emerald shattering announcement.”