A/N: Well, my first Wicked fan fiction. I saw the play and began to think about ending it my own way. So here goes…

Isabelle awoke from a strange nightmare, reliving her mother's accident over and over again in her mind. She panted, trying to catch her breath, and grasping the sheets in terror. It had been over a month since her mother's death, yet the memory still haunted her in her sleep. The Child Protective Service workers had been trying to place her in a new home, being that she was only seventeen, and she was adopted. Isabelle had always known she was adopted since she was a little girl. Apparently, she was brought to the doorstep and left there in hopes that the person who lived in the house would take her in and love her as their own daughter. Her mother took her in and had loved and raised her since then. Never did she ask about her birth parents, nor the circumstances under which they gave her up. She didn't have to, all she knew was that she was loved here and nothing could change that. Now, all that love and protection was gone, and Isabelle found herself wondering about her birth parents and where she came from. Sitting up in the bed, she looked at her nightstand where a picture of her and her mother stood. They had taken that picture last summer when they were vacationing in Europe. A tear fell from Isabelle's eye and burned her cheek. It stung like fire and Isabelle quickly wiped it away with the sheet. She couldn't cry, nor swim, nor bathe normally like everyone else. Water burned her skin like pressing hot coals to it. For as long as she could remember, it had been this way. Now she used oils and perfumes to keep her skin soft and her hair clean, but when she was a baby her mother had to use milk and dry her off very well. Her skin was a very touchy subject. Isabelle was not like a normal person, for she was emerald green in color.

Sorry it's so short, it's only the introductory chapter. The next one will be longer I promise. Please read and review. Let me know what you think of it.